Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(66)

“You, Skull. I just want you. I will always want you,” I tell him, giving him honesty in those words that I can’t with others. He positions himself over my body and looks down at me. I caress his face with a hand, my thumb brushing the contour of his nose and the fine wrinkles around his lips. He captures the tip of my thumb with his mouth, memorizing the feel and the shape, then kisses it gently.

“So sweet, so f*cking sweet,” he murmurs, his voice quiet.

He blows on the breast he’d sucked on. His breath causes tiny bumps of awareness to pop up across the skin, making the nipple pebble.

“Make love to me, Skull.”

“Are you sure, mi cielo? I don’t want to hurt you.”

In response, I spread my legs wider, making room for him. “Please,” I beg him.

He pulls his pillow underneath my hip and wedges it, then guides himself into me. I hiss from the sting, and when he tries to back out, I tighten my legs around him. “No, don’t stop,” I urge him. He’s worried, I can tell, but he begins carefully pushing inside of me at my request. I can feel every wonderfully thick inch of him sink into me.

“Every time feels like the first,” he whispers, and he’s right. It does. “It just keeps getting better, querida. Every damn time I’m with you, it just keeps getting better and better.”

“I love you, Skull,” I whisper, his cock stretching me more than ever before.

“It’s never close enough is it, querida? No matter how far I get inside your body, it’s never enough.”

His words break me because they echo what my heart is screaming. “It’s never enough, Skull. It’s never enough.” My voice breaks. I can’t hold the tears back—I don’t even try. I let loose the slow-rolling tears, spiked with emotion.

“My sweet, tender Beth,” Skull says, his thumb wiping a tear away.

“Love me, Skull,” I plead. “Never let me go.”

“Always, mi cielo,” he moans. “Nothing will ever stop me.”

I hold onto him as he takes my mouth, kissing me and possessing it as surely as he’s possessing my body. I come just like that, surrounded and owned by him, my orgasm sweet and gentle and consuming. When he does too, I feel his heat fill me. I swear, I feel it all the way in my soul.





My palms are sticky from sweat and my heart beats out of my chest as I watch Skull talking to Beast. He’s trying his best to get his brother to talk, but Beast only turns away and ignores him. I see the pain in Skull’s eyes. I want to take it away. I’m mad at Beast for hurting him, but then remember that in just a few short hours I will be hurting him worse. Guilt churns in my stomach.

Skull finally gives up and moves to the window where I stand. It’s a cloudy, rainy day and the drizzle of the water hits the windowpane. It matches my mood. He gathers me up in his arms and pulls me close. I can’t resist touching the side of his face, wishing I could take away all his troubles.

“He’ll be okay, Skull. He just needs to heal.”

“I don’t know, querida. The doctors say there’s no reason he shouldn’t at least be talking to us.”

“Some wounds run so deep, it’s hard to claw your way out. He’ll talk when he’s ready.”

“How did you get so smart?”

I drink in his face. His eyes shine with love, his lips curving into a smile with the tiny laugh lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes. I love the way his dark hair falls in a beautiful mess that I can’t resist touching. I commit all of it to memory, every bit of it.

“I met a man and fell in love.”

“Mi cielo, you cannot be sweet now. I have to go oversee some shit so we can get this dark cloud off of us. We don’t have time for me to f*ck you. Besides, after last night, I think you broke my dick.”

I smile despite my mood. I boldly rub my hand over his pants, finding his cock. He lied; he’s semi-hard. I rub it, putting enough pressure so he can feel it through his jeans.

“He doesn’t feel broke.”

Skull groans, pulling my hand away.

“Enough, mujer. You wrung me dry last night. I don’t even know how you’re walking this morning.”

I bite my lip as I remember the night we had. He’s not wrong; every time I take a step, I feel the soreness in my stomach. There’s bruises all over my body from his rough lovemaking and I relish every one of them. My body is tired and definitely well-used, but if he pulled me into the adjoining restroom right now, I’d gladly make love to him again. The thought of never again being able to get that close to him, to feel the heat of his body when he is holding me, to just be with him… is killing me.

“I can’t help it. I want you again.”

He kisses the back of my hand, but pulls away from me, not giving in. “I always want you, mi cielo, but I have to get to work. I will punish you later for torturing me.”

I do my best to hide the pain that slashes through me at his words, because I know there won’t be a later.

“Stay safe today, please?” I ask him.

“I will. I made Pistol and Latch promise to bring you home in an hour, querida. Do not argue with me. I don’t even like you being here. I still don’t know why I caved.”

“Because you knew it would make me happy…?”