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

“I must have forgotten them.” I grin, widening the distance between my legs to give him more access. I’m on my knees now leaning over him to kiss him, while his hand is buried between my legs. His lips devour me, his tongue pushing to own my mouth. He owns all of me. “I need you, Michael. I need you to fuck me,” I whimper when we break apart.

His fingers glide carefully inside me, and every time, it feels better than the last.

My head goes back in pleasure, my eyes closing, as my body gives a full-on shiver of pleasure.

“Motherfucker. You’re already so damned wet, you’re covering my hand in that sweet juice of yours.”

“Please, Michael,” I urge him, already close to orgasming.

“I’ll give you what you want, Beauty. I’ll make the ache stop, but then you’re giving me what I want.”

“To suck you?” I gasp.

He jerks his sweatpants down, not even bothering to take them off all the way. He picks me up by his hold on my hips. I cry out in surprise, grabbing hold of his shoulders to steady myself, as he positions me where he wants me. Once I’m steady, he pulls the nightshirt over my head and off my body. I’d be self-conscious about my body right now, because at a little over six months pregnant it’s definitely bigger, but Michael never gives me the chance. He always makes me feel beautiful.

“We’ll start with that,” he agrees, “lower yourself down on my cock slowly, Beauty. Take it only until it’s comfortable.”

I look at him and his eyes are glued to our bodies. He’s watching me slide his cock inside. His face is flushed with hunger, and he’s so beautiful in this moment, I can’t believe I’m the woman he chose. I never want to give this up—to give him up. I want to tell him, but I don’t, I hold back. I’m still not sure what we are—or at least what I am to Michael. I only know one thing. I love him.

I lower myself, inch by painstakingly-slow inch, onto his cock, taking all of him in—despite his warning. I settle against him for a minute, letting myself adjust. His hand moves up and down my sides, petting me, giving me the time I need.

“I love the way you feel inside me,” I confess, beginning to rock against him. His hands move from my sides to my ass and he squeezes me, hard. My breath catches at the erotic pull it has on me when he tugs the globes of my ass apart, so his fingers can play.

A moment later, I feel his thumb push against the tight ring of muscles. My pussy clenches his cock tightly as I increase the speed of my ride. I love it when he plays with my ass. He does it a lot. He seems fascinated with my ass, and I catch him staring at it all the time. There’s times I find reasons to bend over in front of him, because I like to watch the look on his face. He keeps talking about me giving him my ass, but we haven’t gone there. I’ve never done anything like that, but the longer I spend time with Michael, the more he talks about it… the more I want it. I get so lost in my thoughts that I slow the way I’m moving on Michael’s cock. He puts his hands back on my hips and takes over the rhythm. His mouth captures my tit in his mouth—at least all he can fit of it. He slowly lets it go, but not before seizing the nipple between his teeth and biting hard. My body shakes as the pleasure and pain crash together. I feel more of my desire gather on his cock and run freely down his shaft. I’m so close.

“You’re going to ride my cock until you come all over it,” he says, the words rolling out of him in a way they reverberate on every nerve ending I have.

“If you insist,” I tell him, trying to smile but gasping instead as, on a downward glide, he rakes his cock against my walls.

“Then you’re going to suck my cock clean. Aren’t you, Beauty?”

I lick my lips thinking about it. If Michael is obsessed with my ass, then the same can be said about me and his cock. It’s beautiful, wide and dark in color, veins throbbing along the underside and so long…I asked him how long once and he looked at me as if I was insane. “I’ve never measured. What the fuck does it matter? It’s long enough to get the job done.” I grin as I remember that.

“I’m going to suck you clean,” I tell him, and get rewarded when he slides his fingers to my clit, giving me that little something extra. “Oh, fuck. Michael, I’m going to come,” I warn him, knowing I won’t be able to hold back at all now.

“Then do it, Beauty. Take all you want.”

So I do…





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Beast





“Did Victor say what he wanted?” Hayden asks again, for maybe the tenth time.

“I told you, he didn’t,” I remind her, pulling into the diner’s parking lot.

“Do you think he’s heard from Blade?” she asks, worriedly, wringing her hands together in her lap.

I put my hand over hers, to stop before she manages to pull the skin off her hands. “What did I tell you?”

“Not to worry, you had it all under control,” she says, rolling her eyes.

I swear the woman gets sassier and sassier as the days go by. What’s amazing is that I like it…I really like it.

“Have you got everything you need packed?” I ask, trying to channel her mind elsewhere. It’s taken me two weeks to convince her to go to the lake with me for a while. We were packing up and heading out when Victor called. There’s been no word from Blade and it’s frustrating. I’m busy trying to convince Hayden that Blade is probably on a beach somewhere in Mexico, but in my gut, I know he’s not giving up that easily.

Victor feels much the same way I do. I actually do know what this meeting is about, but I don’t want to worry Hayden, so I’m not telling her. We both feel that as long as Blade knows Victor is here, he’s not going to make a move. It’s time to rattle some cages and bring him out of hiding. Victor will be the one in charge of trapping the dog, my only focus is keeping Hayden safe, and I will do that. Nothing and no one will get the chance to hurt her, ever again.

“Yeah, it’s packed, but right now might not be the best of times to go out of town, Michael.”

“It’s the perfect time,” I argue, and it is—for a lot of reasons unknown to her.

I go around and help her from the truck, keeping her close to me as we walk into the diner. Victor is standing on the inside looking out the window. His two main henchmen are standing close to the door. Hayden is so tense that I rub her back, hoping to calm her.

“Hayden. It’s good to see you again. How are you getting along?” Victor asks when he turns around, his weathered face and pale brown eyes almost friendly.

“I…I’m good. How are you Mr. Torasani?” Hayden answers, shyly. She walks over to shake the man’s hand as he extends it.

“You seem nervous. There’s no need to be, I assure you.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just…”

“It’s okay, I understand,” he tells her, not asking her to put her thoughts into words. He has to know how hard it is for her to meet with anyone. “Can we sit? I have a few things to discuss with you and Mr. Jameson.”

“Is something going on we should worry about?” Hayden asks, and a deep blush blooms on her face, “I mean you know, besides the obvious and well everything…”