Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(24)

“It doesn’t matter, Skull. I can’t get pregnant,” she says while I’m rinsing off her sweet *.

The words are said so matter-of-factly and deadpan that I look up to watch her face. “What do you mean?” Inside I’m screaming no. It doesn’t change my plans. She’s mine and I’d rather have her and no children than anyone else. I’m grieving the loss of seeing her nurse our baby.

“You knew I was sick.” She shrugs like it’s nothing, but I can see moisture in her eyes.

“Si.”

“I had cancer. It’s gone now and my latest tests last month confirmed it’s still gone. The treatments, though, were rough. The doctor told me the aggressive chemo and radiation would make it impossible for me to have a child.”

Fear. Have I known stark fear that is running as deep as this before? I don’t think so. The thought of the world losing Beth to this disease… The thought that something inside of her could take her from me and there wouldn’t be a damn thing I could do about it causes my heart to slam against my chest hard. I grab her by the neck and pull her lips to me, acting on instinct and instinct alone.

“You will not get sick, Beth. You will not leave me,” I growl. I don’t give her time to answer. Instead, my tongue invades her mouth and I pour all the anger and fear I have into it. I suck on her tongue, my fingers tightening into her hair as she pulls herself up on my lap, getting even closer. I plunder every part of her warm depths that I can. Our teeth clash, but I don’t care. I just keep hearing her say she had cancer. I keep replaying what that could have meant: I could have never had the chance to touch her, to lie with her, to listen to her laugh or see her smile. Those are things I vow from this moment on that I will not take for granted.

When I break away, we are both breathing hard.

“Wow,” she says, trying to smile.

My fingers search out her clit. I know I can’t get back inside of her this soon, but I need to bring her pleasure. I want to chase away the sadness in her eyes and have it replaced with desire that I put there.

“Skull,” she moans, pushing her sweet little cunt towards me, eager for more.

“Shh… I will give you what you need, mi cielo.”

I pet her pretty clit. My mouth goes to her breast and I suck as much of it as I can into my mouth. My tongue works around the hardened nipple as I suck, then seize it with my teeth, biting it—marking it as mine.

“I want you inside of me,” she cries, wrapping her legs around my body and pulling herself closer to me. My hands go to her ass to stop her.

“We can’t, querida. It’s too soon. You’ll hurt yourself more,” I groan, trying to be f*cking noble. “I will make you come. Just relax,” I tell her, letting my tongue go back to torturing her nipple.

I’m distracted by the taste of her sweet flesh, but she completely grabs my attention when her small hand wraps around my cock and guides him inside her body. She moves and impales herself on my rod. Sweet Jesus, he slipped in so easily and her greedy little snatch latches onto my cock, demanding more.

“Fuck,” I moan. The hold on her ass changes now to push her farther down on my dick.

“God, you feel so good inside of me, Skull.”

“We shouldn’t do this, Beth. You’re sore. It will hurt.”

“It feels amazing,” she whispers into my ear, biting on the lobe and sucking it into her mouth. “Fuck me, Skull. I want to feel you inside of me months from now and remember tonight.”

What man can deny his woman when she says something that he wants even more than she does? Still, I can’t hurt her, so I still refuse, doing the only thing I can at this point because there’s no way in f*cking hell I’m not going to give her my cock.

“Then ride your man, mi cielo. Take your pleasure, and show me how much you want my dick.”

She freezes for a minute, looking into my eyes. Hers are filled with need. Slowly, she begins to rotate her hips, sliding up and down on my cock. When she squeezes her * tight against my shaft, I moan.

“Yes, querida… Just like that. Ride me. Take us both over the edge.”

My words seem to be all she needs, because she picks up her speed, and I can do nothing but get lost in the pleasure and how beautiful my woman is at this moment. When my fingers hone in on her clit and I pinch it between my fingers and twist before rubbing it over and over, she completely comes apart in my arms. She’s riding harder and faster, her breasts bouncing and her hips twisting to get more. The inner muscles of her * clench and flutter all around my cock, sucking me in until my balls are pushed against her sweet snatch. I feel my climax coming and just as she screams out my name, I unload inside of her.

Those f*cking doctors think she can’t have a child? They haven’t met me. I won’t stop until her stomach is round with my baby. I wrap my fingers in her hair and bring her lips down to mine.

I vow that I won’t stop until she’s surrounded by my babies. That’s a vow I plan on keeping.





My mind is a mess. This is the second straight night I’ve had with Skull. I’d ignored common sense and did not go back to the school. I couldn’t bring myself to leave Skull. It might be just sex for him—and maybe it’s because he is my first—but it feels real. It feels like love. I don’t want to leave him, but I have to leave him and Georgia behind completely. Those thoughts keep intruding upon every minute I have with him, even now when I’m holding onto Skull while riding on the back of his bike. I’m full of need and emotion that’s all centered on this man, but there is a part inside of me screaming about life’s unfairness.