Chapter Ninety-Nine
Blade
“Y ou want me to stay.” She didn’t ask it, she stated it.
I tipped my chin.
Her cheeks tear-stained, her eyes wary, she inhaled. Then she gave me what I wanted. “Okay.”
I moved in.
Shoving her purse off her shoulder, grasping the side of her face, tilting her head up, I leaned down. “Woman.”
“Blade.” Her hand landed on my chest.
My mouth almost to hers, I hovered. “You ready for this?”
“No,” she rasped.
Slow, measured, I stroked her cheek. “You gonna retreat on me?”
“I don’t want to.” Her breath coasted over mine.
“But?”
Her nails scraped over my Valhalla ink. She whispered. “Please don’t hurt me.”
Threading my fingers into her hair, I gripped tight so she’d feel me. Then I made sure she fucking heard me. “I’m not gonna hurt you, woman, but this is gonna change things between us. You copy?”
Her pulse jumped. Her voice got quieter. “Yes.”
My cock pulsed. “You good?”
She searched my eyes. Then she gave me the green light I was aiming for. “I am.”
I gave my Lioness what she wanted.
Sinking my tongue into her mouth, stroking through her sweet heat, I fucking kissed her.
Dark, dominant, slow, rough, I gave her everything I’d held back.
She moaned.
I swallowed it.
She grabbed me around the neck.
I whipped off her shirt and bra.
Her fingers dug into my hair.
I gripped her wrist and removed her hand.
She shuddered.
I kissed her harder.
She gave it right back.
I gave her a warning. “I’m sinking inside you raw.”
“Yes.” Her legs shook. Her hands shook. She reached for my sweats. “ Yes, yes, yes .”
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I stood to my full height.
Her feet left the ground. I yanked down her pants. She kicked them the rest of the way off. I set her naked ass on the entryway table.
Then she lifted her legs, put her heels on the edge of the wood and dropped her knees.
Cock in hand, I fucking stared.
Soaked, tight, perfect.
“My cunt,” I growled.
Chest heaving, she swiped a finger over the precum on my head. Then she licked it off. “ My cock.”
I drove into her.
Her scream filled the cabin.
I fucked her on the entryway table.
I fucked her against the wall in the hallway.
I carried her to the bedroom and fucked her on the bed.
I sucked her tits. I bit her nipples. I fingered her G-spot. I tasted her cunt.
I drove into her raw and hard, over and over.
My Lioness hit her third apex, careened into her fourth, and I was done.
Holding her legs out, driving her into the mattress, I let her come all over my cock again, then I gave her agency. “I’m fucking coming, Lioness. You want me inside you?”
“Yes!” Gripping my ass, she angled her hips up. “Please, please, yes !”
I fucking unleashed.
Pulsing hard and deep, bottoming out against her womb, I slammed my mouth over hers and fucking detonated.
My seed filled her cunt.
A weight lifted off my chest.
And I fucking breathed.
I breathed in a five-foot-nothing Lioness who took my cock and gave me peace.
Shuddering under me, her cunt swollen, my woman rasped my name. “ Blade .”
“Lioness.” Jesus . She was beautiful.
Cheeks flushed, hair a mess, her tits marked by my teeth, she looked up at me and smiled sweet. “Hi.”
“You good?”
Her eyes closed, her smile went soft and both her hands snaked into my hair and gripped. “ So perfect .”
“Good.” I kissed her once, then gripped her wrists and moved her hands to my chest. “Not a chick. Don’t need your hands in my hair.”
She giggled. “You’re definitely not a chick.”
“Nope.” I thrust into her one more time to drive my point home, then reluctantly eased out.
The second my cock left her cunt, my release followed in a fucking flood.
Her eyes went wide with alarm, and her hands went between her legs. “ Oh God .”
Immediately shoving her hands away, I gave her a single, stern warning. “No regrets.”
“I’m not.” She shook her head, then whispered, “But I made a mess.”
Oh, fuck no . “Not a mess, woman.” Lying back, I pulled her against my side. “You and me fucking. And it was perfect.”
She lasted three seconds with her head on my arm.
Then she repositioned, crawled the fuck on me, and settled in with a heavy exhale. “Now it’s perfect.”
“Woman.”
“Blade.”
“You gonna sleep like this?” She was a fucking sauna.
“Yep.” She snaked her arm across my abs and gripped my side. “Get used to it.”
Christ. “Copy.” Mentally setting my internal clock to get my ass up in an hour and feed her, I closed my eyes.
The woman lasted thirty seconds before she put her fucking hand in my hair again.
This time, I didn’t grab her wrist.
I gripped her hair and pulled. Hard.
“Ow!” Her neck bent, her face angled toward mine, she threw me a glare. “What the hell was that for?”
I kept my tone even. “Does this feel good?”
“ No .” Looking at me like I was insane, my Lioness’s claws came out. “Absolutely not.”
“Neither does you putting your hands my hair.” I released her. “Don’t do it.”
Staring at me for a full beat, I watched all the shit in her head march across her features. Anger, self-righteousness, irritation, then embarrassment, confusion and finally hurt. “Fine. Whatever.” She started to turn away.
I grasped her throat and yanked her in.
I wasn’t a gentle man, and I sure as fuck wasn’t a gentleman. But when I brought her mouth to mine, I kissed her soft. Quiet. No tongue. Just letting her know I was here, and I wasn’t mad, that I’d only been making a point.
She melted back into my chest.
Using my hold on her, I tipped her head enough to see her eyes. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she whispered back.
“You good?” She wasn’t.
She inhaled. Then her thoughts came running out of her mouth. “I get it now. I touched your hair a few times, and you warned me, but I didn’t listen. You made your point another way. I get all that. But in my head, I didn’t hear no touching your hair . I heard no touching you . Like I wasn’t doing it right or worse, I was doing it all wrong, and now I don’t know what you like or don’t like, and I’m wondering if I did anything right—you know, to give you pleasure—and that doesn’t feel good. I don’t want to be that girl. I don’t want to be needy. It’s a shitty word, but I do have needs, so I don’t know where that leaves me, or us. And I don’t even know if I can kiss you first. Or if you hug, and I really like hugs from you. They make me feel secure, especially when I’ve spent a lifetime without that kind of affection. But most of all, I can never, ever forget that first time you put your arms around me that night two years ago. You were behind me, and I don’t even know if you remember it, but you didn’t just grasp my throat and put your arm around my waist. You put your whole body against my back, and that ? That changed everything. So much so that I can’t even explain it. Except to say I crave that. But asking for it almost feels like it’s more intimate than having you inside me, and all of it makes me feel insecure.”
Stroking her pulse point, making sure she got it all out, I gave her another beat.
Then I set her straight. “I remember every second with you, woman. And make no mistake, I like you in my arms as much as you like to be there.” More. It fucking fed me. “Sexually, everything you do turns me on. I could look at you and come. But don’t fucking top me, woman. You remember that, we’ll always be good. The rest of the noise in your head, let it go. You’ve got nothing to be insecure about. Making you come, watching you take my cock—that’s all I need. As far as physical contact, noted. You need anything else, you tell me. Copy?”
“Reassurance,” she blurted.
Pulling my Lioness into my arms, I gave her what she needed. “I got you, woman. You’re good. We’re good.”
Sinking against me, she buried her face in my neck. “Okay. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She inhaled deep. “You smell good.”
“You taste good.” Gripping her hair, I tipped her head back, brought my mouth to hers and kissed her. Stroking through that sweet heat, wanting back inside her tight cunt, I kissed her until I got a moan out of her. Then I pulled back. “You need food.” It hadn’t been a week, but I felt the few pounds she’d lost in my absence and I wasn’t having it.
She smiled, coy, like a lioness. “Can I have more sex first?”
“No.” I got up and brought her with me. “I’m feeding you.”
She gave me lip. “You’re no fun.”
I gripped her chin and skimmed a palm over her hard nipples. “Woman, I’m the most fun you’ve ever had.”
She grinned. “Yeah, you are.”
I tipped my head toward the bedroom door. “Kitchen. Go. Naked.”
Her hands went to her hips. “You just want to watch my tits and ass.”
“You’re fucking right.”
The woman winked at me. Then she about-faced and waltzed her sweet ass down the hall.
I watched every damn step.
Then I fed and fucked my Lioness for the next seven days straight.