Tyrant Chapter 15
I was incensed by how Mera acted and how Lakelyn had to defend herself against anyone in my clubhouse.
I could’ve partially seen it from one of the sluts from town, but Mera had been with us since almost the start of this chapter.
She was the first one to come to us, offering herself as a cumslut.
Of all people, she would know the rules of behavior.
Even if we didn’t have old ladies, she’d seen them when other chapters visited.
And I never paid her more attention than I did the others.
It was a rule I had, so none of them thought they were special.
I’d made sure to tell my brothers they should do the same.
How she equated that with her being mine and allowing me to fuck other women was crazy.
When Lakelyn and I reached the house, I got out of my head and tuned in to how quiet she was, then to her upset expression.
I hung up my cut and got rid of my boots and socks.
There was no need for those. She kicked off the sandals she wore and walked away from me.
I watched her enter the living room. Hurrying up behind her, I had to admire her ass.
The sway of her hips and the plump globes under the denim of her shorts made me harden.
As many times as we’d had sex over the past several days and nights, you’d think I was tired of it, not a chance.
“Lakelyn, I’m—”
“I know, you’re pissed at me. I’m sorry, but what was I supposed to do?
Let her be an utter bitch to Alice and me?
She started it. I just didn’t take it. Is that one of the rules I don’t know about this life?
Was I supposed to walk away? I can’t always do that, Killian.
And I know you hated being forced to lie to get her to stop. ”
“Wait a minute. You think I’m mad at you? Christ, no, I’m not. Nor do I expect you to take shit off her. However, I would’ve liked to have been the one to intercede, so you didn’t have to get your hands dirty. If she hurt you, it would’ve been far worse for her.”
“Really? You’re not mad that I smacked her head off the floor?”
I chuckled. “No, that was fun to watch. What lie did I tell that you’re sorry for?”
She gave me a puzzled glance. “You know which one. I know you claimed me as your old lady. Announcing that was enough. You didn’t need to tell her and everyone there that you love me. I know it isn’t possible. Maybe one day you will. I hope you can.”
My disbelief morphed quickly into anger. “And why do you think it’s impossible for me to be in love with you yet? Is it because you’re not in love with me?”
“I never said I didn’t love you. I know it’s fast. Men don’t usually feel it as soon. Some might not be able to at all.”
“I told you, I love you, Lakelyn. I called you my mon amour. It means my love. I said it on our first night together,” I told her. Maybe she didn’t know what those words meant.
“I know, but I thought…”
“Thought what?” I asked gruffly.
“I thought it was just something you said in the heat of the moment. It was why I didn’t acknowledge it or say I love you back,” she whispered brokenly.
My anger leaked away. I went to her. She was sitting in the chair. I lifted her out of the way, sat, brought her down, and cradled her on my lap.
“Lakelyn, I know I’m a hard man, and I come across as unfeeling, and most of the time, I am.
But not when it comes to you. It’s fast, and I don’t care who doubts it as long as you don’t.
Je t’aime, mon doux bébé, plus que je ne le pensais possible, I love you, my sweet baby, more than I ever thought possible.
Mon c?ur, mon ame, et mon corps sont à toi, my heart, soul, and body are yours. ”
“I can’t say it sexy the way you can, but I love you with all my heart, body, and soul, too, Killian.”
“That would be je t’aime de tout mon c?ur, de tout mon corps et de toute mon ame aussi, Killian.”
“God, I need you to whisper to me in French, but not right now. Now, I need you to take me to bed and let me show you how I feel about you, mon amour,” she whispered.
My cock was a hard lump in my pants. She could feel it underneath her ass.
She wiggled gently across it. I groaned.
I put my arm around her back and the other under her ass before I came to my feet.
She held onto my shoulders as I carried her up to the master.
She wanted me to put her down, but I could carry my woman up two flights of stairs.
The light was on in the bedroom. We’d left it on when we went to the clubhouse.
Even if it wasn’t, the moonlight was shining through the window.
I sat her on her feet. “If there’s anything you need to do, get it done. You have ten minutes max, maybe.”
“I do. Be right back,” she said before hurrying to the bathroom.
While she was in there, I shed my clothes. I turned the covers down on the bed. I wanted to see her body in the moonlight, and to add to it, I lit a couple of candles she’d placed in the bedroom. I turned the light off. It made the room glow, and I knew it would showcase her body.
My cock was stiff from watching her take on Mera, our conversation, and the images of her in my head.
I’d never thought about doing something to showcase a woman’s body.
Lights on or off didn’t matter. I fucked them and sent them on their way afterward.
There was no talking, cuddling, or sleeping with them.
However, with Lakelyn, I found I needed and enjoyed those things.
And making sure she was more than satisfied sexually made my satisfaction even better.
If that didn’t tell me she was the woman for me and that I loved her, the feelings she aroused in me did.
I kept my emotions tamped down. However, with her, I couldn’t.
I felt worry, fear, joy, desire, pleasure, and more.
I would fight, die, and kill for her. I remembered enough from childhood what it felt like to love my mom.
My feelings for Lakelyn were different and more intense, but it was love.
I heard her soft footsteps even on the carpet.
I swung around to face her. I’d been staring out the window.
She halted in a beam of that moonlight. She was naked and smiling.
Her skin glowed, making me think of goddesses you read about.
Her pale skin was meant to be seen in the light of the moon and candlelight. My breath caught.
“Killian, are you okay?” she asked hesitantly.
“I’m more than okay, bébé. I’m just admiring how breathtaking you are. You literally stole my breath, Lakelyn. Dieu, God, do you have any idea how utterly stunning you are?”
Even in this light, I saw a blush appear on her face and across her upper chest. Her arms came up to cross over her chest.
“Killian, stop, you’re embarrassing me.”
“Why would that embarrass you? It’s true. Own it. And don’t cover yourself. Drop your arms. I want to look at my woman,” I added a bite to my last words.
She complied. I walked over to her as she stood in the middle of the room. I slowly circled her. As I did, I let my fingers slide over her skin. She shivered. I loved how soft her skin was. I had to stop and cup her ass cheeks and knead them. She moaned.
Making my way to the front of her. I ran my fingers over her taut nipples.
Her tits were firm and pert with those tight beads on top like cherries.
They stood out and would be perfect for clamps.
I ran my finger down her stomach to her mound.
I’d asked her if she’d let me shave her the other day.
As much as her sweet curls called to me, I wanted nothing between my mouth and her pussy.
I needed her to feel everything. She’d agreed, and then I’d spread her out and carefully shaved her.
When we were done, both of us were so turned on we’d made love, but only after I showed her how much more she could feel when my mouth was on her.
I rubbed my finger back and forth right above her clit.
“Killian, you’ve got to stop. I’m dying here. Touch my pussy more. I’m already so wet for you,” she whimpered.
“Patience. I’m admiring my woman and all this gorgeous skin. The sight of mine against yours is so drastically different.”
“It is, but I love yours. Your scars and tattoos are sexy, honey. I hate that you had to suffer to get them, but they make you, you. I know you love my skin, but would you be upset if I got a tattoo or two?”
I thought for a moment before I answered. “It’s your body, but I’d prefer you didn’t cover too much up, but I’d be open to some. What did you have in mind?”
“I’m not sure of others, but the first one I want is to put your name right here. I think it’s only right and appropriate, don’t you?” She pointed to where my hand was pressed above her mound. My cock jerked, and more precum leaked out of the tip.
“Christ, you’re trying to make me snap, aren’t you? I’d adore it if my name were anywhere on your body. It doesn’t have to be there, though. And do you want Tyrant or Killian?”
“I want it here. As for which name, I hope you won’t mind. I know it’s about respect, but I want it to read Killian.”
I heard the uncertainty in her tone.
“Lakelyn, you calling me Killian intoxicates me. And no one is to see this but me. I want you to use Killian.”
“Well, you, me, and my doctors will see it, but no one else.”
“Better be lady doctors. I don’t want strange men to see you naked,” I grumbled.
“You’ve had sex out in the open with women. You told me you have.”
“I did, but I didn’t love them. They weren’t mine. You’re different. And strangers aren’t the same as my brothers.”
“I’ll try to find female doctors, but that might not be possible. Just keep your caveman side tamed,” she teased.