Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

hips, he started to move. He watched his cock slip in and out of me with parted lips and soft grunts each time he bottomed out.

My head dropped as his thumb joined his shaft briefly, then circled the pucker of my ass. A whimper escaped me when he pushed past the tight ring, and I tensed.

“Relax,” he whispered before leaning forward to run kisses up my back to my shoulder. The featherlight touch of his lips and soft beard sent shivers skating across my skin. Each time he buried himself in my pussy, he slid his thumb in a little more. The forbidden aspect of it seemed to intensify everything I was experiencing.

There were no words to describe how I was feeling.

Unbidden, tears welled in my eyes before spilling over on the pillow below me. Not from pain, but from an overabundance of emotion. Steady and sure, he continued to stroke. His other hand reached around to circle my clit, and I groaned low and feral.

Before I knew it, the pressure of my pending orgasm burst, and nothing registered except the clenching of my core around his thick cock. White sparks exploded behind my clenched lids, and a mewled litany slipped from my lips.

“Yessss… there… uhhhhh!”

He rode out my climax until my arms collapsed and my face fell to the bed. Eyes closed, I sensed him leaning over me before the bed dipped on either side of me where his arms held him up. He nuzzled my hair to the side to reach the sensitive spot on my neck.

“I’ve missed the feel of this pussy squeezing my cock,” he breathlessly whispered. I wanted to cry at his words because they only emphasized the differences in where our heads were.

I’d missed more than the sex. I’d missed him.

His smile.

His deep laughter.

His ability to know my every need before I did.

The way his eyes crinkled in the corners when he grinned.

The way he absently stroked his beard when he was deep in thought.

“Baby?” he asked, pulling me from my musings. “You good?”

I nodded into the linens, and he lifted, leaving me chilled. His grip on me tightened, and he gave a quick snap of his hips. A surprised gasp was forced out of me at how good he was at what he did. Not allowing me any time to recuperate, he began thrusting at a rapid pace.

“Yes,” I murmured. “So good.”

Relentless, he fucked me until I was screaming his name. Then he wrapped my hair around his hand as he growled. He arched my back with a tug on my tresses as his rhythm faltered.

The clenching spasms between my legs hit at the same time as he sank his teeth into my shoulder. A guttural sound was followed by his animalistic roar as he released my flesh from his bite. He continued to pound into me as his cock pulsed, filling the condom.

Spent, he gently laid me down and curled his warm body around mine. Gentle kisses soothed where he’d left his mark. For a moment we quietly calmed our breathing. The absolute rightness of the way he remained sheathed in my core as he held me had me yearning for that something more again.

“Luke, I can’t do this anymore,” I finally whispered when I found my voice.

The instant tensing of his frame behind me preceded the separation of our bodies. It left me desolate and aching.

Though I tried to fight him, he firmly turned me to my back. I closed my eyes tightly to avoid allowing him to read more than I wanted. His hand gently squeezed my jaw.

“Open your eyes and look at me.” The demand was growled, not spoken, but I was afraid.

Afraid he’d read my thoughts like a book if I let him actually see me.

“Hailey. What the fuck are you saying?”

Was that hurt I heard in the crack of his voice? Worry? Or was I hearing emotions that weren’t there because I wanted them to be.

“Goddamn it. Be a grown-up and look. At. Me.”

After gathering every scrap of strength I could, I slowly lifted my lids. His brows knit as he searched my face.

Telling myself I needed to stick to my guns and disengage before it was too late, I blinked rapidly. It was time to walk away before I completely lost my heart to a man who wouldn’t give me his in return.

The best I could, I hardened my emotions. Except his next words blew me away and sent my hackles up at the same time.

“Hailey, you’re mine. You feel me?”

Again, I blinked owlishly. Then I sputtered.

“What? You don’t own me, you know. I’m not a lump of meat that you can fight over or claim.” As I scowled, he barked out a laugh.

“A lump of meat?” He chuckled.

“It’s not funny.” I fumed as he continued to chuckle and nuzzled into my cleavage.

Though I tried to be firm, his beard tickled my chest, and I wiggled under him as I snickered softly. Of course, that only made him do it more.

When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I gripped his hair tightly and pulled him back. I was gasping for breath as he grinned with a twinkle in his eye.

“What exactly are you saying?” I breathlessly whispered.

“I’m saying that I did something I’ve never in my life done.”

“Which is?”

“Claimed a woman to my brothers.”

16

Snow

“First Time”—Finger Eleven

The expression on her face told me that she didn’t understand the significance of what I had said.

Realizing I needed to explain, I rolled out of the bed, disposed of the well-used condom, and strode back to the bed. The entire time, I could feel, then see her eyes following my every move.

Unashamed of my nudity, I sat next to her.

“So you’re saying you pissed on me? Metaphorically speaking?” she asked, eyes comically wide.

Her question made me laugh. “No. But they know you’re mine and they will do everything in their power to ensure your safety, just as I would do the same for one of their ol’