Beast: Learning to Breathe (Devil's Blaze MC #5)

“Oh God, Michael…”

“I’m so close, Hayden. You have my cock so hard right now with the way you’re riding me. You’re going to make me fucking come all over myself,” I whisper to her, my tongue pushing in her ear, to tease her along with my words. Her body quakes on top of me and she grinds against me. “You like that don’t you, sweetheart. You like the idea that you could make my cock explode and leave him covered in his own come just by moving your sweet little body back and forth. You like knowing you have my body at your mercy. Don’t you?”

“Yes!” she cries loudly, her nails are biting into my shoulders so hard, she’s drawing blood. And I like it. I like everything that’s fucking happening right now.

“Are you coming for me, Beauty. Is that sweet little pussy coming all for me?” I growl, yanking a little harder on her hair, bending her head back to expose her neck. I run my tongue along her neck. I can feel her pulse beating hard. I bite the skin, too far gone to know if I’m bruising her skin, and mostly hoping like hell I am. The idea fires up inside of me, and I bite into the base of her shoulder and neck harder. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m being too rough now. The bite is going to mark her, and I want it to. I want everyone to see it.

Hayden cries out my name, her body undulating on top of me, stops all at once. I look up and that’s when I see it. The exact moment her orgasm hits and then takes over. I push on her head to bring her face down. Her eyes are wide, the silver-gray color deep and glistening. Those thick lips are open. Her breath is ragged and comes out in small puffs. And then her body lurches, as a cry is torn from her. It’s not a word, just a cry of release before she quakes with her climax.

My hands release her from the hold I have, only to grab her ass and glide her against my cock, thrusting against her as I forget everything, but the need to come with her. I explode, my cum jetting out in the first release that I’ve had in years. I come so hard that it’s physically painful and my cry mingles with hers. Eventually my body stops jerking, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me. My head rests against the swollen mound of her stomach and that’s when it hits me.

Instant regret.





64





Hayden





I bury my head in Michael’s shoulder. My body is still vibrating with pleasure. I can’t believe I allowed this to happen, again. What makes it worse is that I already want more. It might not be smart, nor even particularly safe, but Michael is different from any other man who has been in my life. He’s taken care of me, he’s gentle with me, and he makes me feel beautiful. He even seems to want me…even if I am pregnant. That’s weird to me, but I’m tired of second guessing and questioning everything. What we just shared, that was good—more than good. It was special.

Michael’s seen my weaknesses and he doesn’t mock them. He doesn’t use them against me. Again, it boils down to darkness. I’ve seen darkness inside of men, I’ve experienced it and Michael isn’t tainted with that. So, I lean into him and cherish being held by him, letting a few of the guards I keep up, slip. Which sucks because it leaves me totally unprepared for Michael’s next words.

“That shouldn’t have happened.” My body goes completely solid and tense when I hear him.

Those words aren’t what I expected. Nowhere close. I don’t know how to react to them, except that straddling his lap with my face buried in his neck, breathing in his scent definitely seems wrong now. I go to move off him, but he doesn’t let me. He keeps his hold on my body tight, not even letting me pull away. “That’s got to quit happening, Hayden,” he says, and his words wound me and piss me off at the same time.

I concentrate on the anger, that’s a better emotion to embrace than the hurt. I jerk, trying to pull away but again, he doesn’t let me.

“Let me up,” I tell him, pushing on his shoulders to get space between us.

“I’m not ready to let you go yet,” he tells me, and I hate that my body reacts to that sentence. I hate that his graveled voice rakes along every exposed nerve point I have, which is already raw from my climax. I hate it even while I can’t hide the way my body hums with the pleasure. The deep tone of his voice should be classified as a sexual weapon. It’s that potent. Damn him.

“I want up,” I insist, kind of lying, but mostly not.

“Why?” he asks, and he has the gall to sound confused.

“You just said you didn’t want what we did to happen again. Those aren’t words that makes me want to stay straddled on your lap.”

“I…”

“And honestly, it pisses me off, because you started it!”

“I started it?” he asks, and I can hear the shock in his voice.

“Yes! So, you don’t get to act all…” I can’t think of the words, so instead I snarl unintelligibly at him, pushing hard against his body, because I definitely want up now.

He lets me up, and I need something to do, so I grab a broom and start sweeping up the hair that I cut. When the broom finds the scissors and comb that I must have dropped when I kissed him, I really want to kick myself. I bend down to pick them up and in my anger, move too quickly and the room starts spinning. I nearly topple over, but Michael grabs me and keeps it from happening.

“Will you be careful!?” he growls, picking me up in his arms.

I drop the broom in surprise. I don’t respond, because I’m busy fighting a wave of nausea. Probably from being picked up like a sack of potatoes.

“This is what I’m talking about. You’re pregnant. We have no business doing what we’re doing. You’ve got to have more control!”

I’ve got to have more control?

“Me?” I screech. “You were the one who…who…”

“Who what?” he asks, finally lowering me onto the bed. I get up immediately, the room only marginally sways, so I brace myself by holding onto the headboard. Michael must see me stagger a little cause he growls, making a sound like a bear and adds, “I told you to be careful!”

“I’m fine, just mad! And you know what you did. You touched me…there,” I accuse him, sounding like I might be three.

“You liked it when I touched you there. I should get a medal for touching you there and not fucking you like I wanted!” he growls back and his words take my breath away. They do it for several reasons, but the only one my brain wants to focus on is that he wanted to sleep with me…okay no. He wanted to fuck me, which in my limited experience isn’t that special for a man, but the fact that he wanted to, and yet didn’t…

“Why didn’t you?” I ask, and even as I ask, I know that somewhere in the back of my mind I’m worried he didn’t because I wasn’t good enough.

“You should…why?” he asks, and his face shows clear shock, as if I should already know the answer.

“Never mind. We can just call it a day. You can go back to your place and…”