Knight (26 page)

“What the hell has gotten into you? Did you break into my apartment?”

“I thought that was allowed?”

“I broke into yours because I thought you were in trouble.”

“Maybe I was checking on you too?” Lyn encroached, each step of the thigh-high boots ticking against my floors like a time bomb. “Maybe I thought this war spilled over. Maybe I wanted to make sure you weren’t dead in the street.”

“I’m alive and kicking. Unless you plan to kill me.” It wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities.

“I’m not here to kill you.”

“This isn’t a social call.”

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“Here we go.” I set my gun on the counter but thought better of leaving it loaded around Lyn. “What did I do this time?”

“It’s not a
this time
problem. It’s all the time. It’s this goddamned club. It’s this fucking war.”

“Don’t blame this on me. Keep’s the one who acted out.”

“They stripped Keep of his secretary patch. Said he was unstable.”

“He is.”

“When are you going to do that for your guys?” She posed the question like it was something I could feasibly do. “Half of your men are lunatics anyway. The rest are degenerates. Traitors.”

“And I suppose I’m to blame?”

“Of course you are. You’ve always been to blame. You were the cause of everything. It’s your fault the club split. It’s your fault your brothers are dead. It’s your fault The Coup even exists.”

This wasn’t Lyn. She didn’t pace because she was irritated. She didn’t run her hands through her hair and brush the frustration from the loose curls. She didn’t stalk me an eleven o’clock at night just to list my faults.

Something was wrong.

And she
did
have dinner in the oven—a goddamned casserole.

What the hell was going on?

“You have no idea how many problems you’ve caused,” she said. “How many decisions I’ve had to make. What I’ve lost because you decided to leave Anathema.”

“I got a good idea.”

“I wasted an entire year of my life trying
not
to think of you. It broke my heart to hear your name because I had to pretend not to care about you. When in reality?” She heaved a breath, her words coming quicker the more upset she got. “I wasn’t upset that you left
Anathema
. I was devastated because you left
me
. And I couldn’t go with you. I couldn’t give up what I had. I did what I thought was right because I had the club and my girls and a loyalty to Anathema.”

“You say it like that’s a bad thing.”

She prowled around me. “I hated you for leaving.”

“Still hate me?”

“More than ever.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Maybe I had to tell you that?”

“Maybe. But that’s not the reason a beautiful woman breaks into my apartment late at night.”

“You’re lucky it’s me and not one of Thorne’s men. Not one of Temple’s men.”

I realized that. It was why I carried a gun at my hip. “If it’s dangerous here, why did you stay?”

“It’s dangerous everywhere, Luke. For me. For you. There’s not a safe place left in the world, so why shouldn’t I be here?”

She hunted me. Staring me down. Most of the times I imagined her in my apartment, she wasn’t mad. She was something else. Just as wild. Just as untamed.

But in that fantasy, the princess was mine.

Lyn stood before me, but those thigh-high boots did nothing to edge her against my full height. No matter how much confidence she had or the lip she used to get her way, Lyn was just a sparkler in a batch of M80s. She liked to burn, but she could only simmer a man below his belt.

Problem was, she didn’t realize it. Thought her corset was bulletproof.

It did the opposite. It made her vulnerable to a man like me. Someone tired of her condescension and distance. Someone who’d tasted her, wanted her, but was unceremoniously dismissed from her life because Her Highness had a change of heart.

She wanted me gone. I left.

I had enough to fight for without groveling on my knees for the opportunity to suffer under her spell once more.

And yet she was all I could think about. Every moment of the damned day, my heart pumped just for the chance to see her again. I breathed only so I could whisper her name before a kiss or take her violet scent with me to the grave.

Men took aim at me. Chaos reigned. And none of it mattered.

Because I didn’t have Lyn.

Because I feared something happened to her. Because I thought the worst decision I made in my life harmed the one person I never meant for it to hurt. The only person betrayed who didn’t deserve the betrayal.

The only one I loved.

“What are you doing here, Lyn?” I made fists just to prevent myself from reaching for her. She was close enough that I might’ve thrown her onto the couch. Taken what we denied ourselves days ago. “This isn’t a safe place for you.”

In more ways than one.

“Always trying to save me, aren’t you, Luke?” Her voice wavered between enraged and trembling. “My knight in shining armor. My
protector
.”

“If you want me to apologize for keeping you safe—”

“You rescued me from the wrong things.”

“Why? What do you need to be saved from?”

“
You
.”

“I’d never hurt you.”

“You already have.”

“Lyn—”

She launched at me, throwing her arms around my neck. She pressed hard against my chest. Those soft curves melded against me.

I wasn’t prepared for her kiss, but I wasn’t idiot enough to let her go.

Fuck, she was warm.

Even in that ridiculous corset. Even with that thin leather separating my palm from her ass, she blazed with heat and punished with the searing swipe of her tongue against my lip.

Her body arched. Her breath became frantic pants, whispering my name.

Begging me to return her kiss.

I didn’t have a damn choice. My cock made the decisions that my head refused to understand.

She had kicked me out of her penthouse, her bed, her life. But the woman grinding against me wasn’t conflicted. No more tears. No more indecision.

One of her hands dug into my cut and the other cupped my cock through my jeans, squeezing to feel how goddamned badly I wanted this woman for my own.

I had her before. Tasted her. Wanted her. Too many times she got away. Too many times I let her walk without burying my cock completely within her and losing myself in that perfect pussy. I watched her dance, and I knew that tightness, and I tasted that sweetness. It wasn’t some chivalric test. This was pure, tormenting sin preventing me from taking what was mine.

No more.

I gripped her arms and pushed her into the wall, hard enough to shake the lamps and crush her too violently in my grasp. I might have apologized, but she stole the words as she sucked hard against my tongue. Her nails scratched down my arms, nearly breaking skin.

Fuck, this wasn’t going to be gentle.

Or soft.

Or any of the ways I once planned to seduce a woman more demon queen than quivering lover.

“I’m gonna be rough, Princess.” I warned her. My teeth anchored over her throat, biting the soft skin between her neck and shoulder. She squealed. I bit harder. “I need you too damn much.”

“Your fault.” Her words gasped with every nip to her flesh. I bit too hard, but that only drew a frantic groan from her swollen lips. “You left Anathema, you left me. You might have had this long ago.”

“Don’t blame me.” I’d never get her tits out of the corset. She strapped herself in just to tease me. I might have sliced the damn leather off if I hadn’t liked her pinned inside her own clothing. “You could have asked for this. All you needed to say was
Luke, fuck me
, and I’d have bent you over wherever the fuck you were.”

Lyn’s eyes flashed an impish green. “Had I only known.”

I growled. “Did you ever think about this cock?”

“Every minute of the day.”

“You want it?” I pushed against her, letting the hardness grind against her hip.

“As badly as you want me.”

“You have no goddamned idea how bad I want you. You just gotta say the magic words, and I’ll save us both.”

The skirt kicked up. She didn’t wear panties.

This woman would have me explode before we started.

“You can’t save us from each other,” Lyn said.

“Nothing to save us from. You’re fucking mine. Every part of you, from these fuckable lips—” I kissed her, deep, slamming her against the wall. My hand smacked between her legs. “To this teasing fucking pussy.”

She wasn’t just wet. She was
ready
. Slick and waiting and wound so fucking tight I felt her pulse as I grasped her puffy little clit. She arched, practically dancing, gyrating as she challenged me with a lick to her lips and a tease in her voice.

“You think I
belong
to you?” She whispered, shuddering as my finger ground over her clit.

“Don’t you, Princess?”

“I don’t see a patch on me.”

I tested that tightness and was rewarded with Lyn’s whimpering groan. “You don’t need a patch if I shove my cock in you.”

My finger imbedded inside her, but her clenching pussy held me too tight to move. I grunted. She knew what she did to me.

But my soaked fingers told me everything I did to her.

“I don’t do possession well,” she whispered. “I’m no biker’s property.”

“Bullshit. This is everything you’ve ever wanted.”

She shifted. It only drove my finger in deeper. Made her clench tighter.

“You
want
to be my property, Lyn. You get off on it. You love when the men watch you dance. Get hard for you. You’re a fucking
tease
, and it ends now.”

“It was always for you.”

She tasted like honey. Those lips parted for me alone.

“We’re not fighting this anymore,” I said. “No more mouthing off. You’re pinned against my wall with my fingers buried in that slit. Tell me to fuck you, Lyn.”

She tempted with a smile. “You’re asking permission to fuck the pussy you
own
?”

I sucked against her ear, twisting my finger inside her. “Not permission. I want to make you say it. First you’re gonna beg for my cock, then you’re gonna ask for mercy.” My voice lowered to a rumble. “Better behave now or I might not be so kind later.”

“Maybe I don’t want kind?” Her breathing hitched. I forced my fingers deep to rock her in her own desire. “Maybe I want my white knight to drop the act and surrender to his true self.”

“And what’s that?”

“A fucking
villain
. A traitor. A man who ruined the kingdom and lost everything…” Her words wavered as my pace increased. “Except me. Except tonight. Except this one fuck.”

“Just once, Lyn?”

“Let’s see if we’re still alive when you’re done.” She crushed me with a kiss. “I want to be fucked
hard
, Knight. Think you can manage?”

Christ, I’d drive her into the drywall and still not have enough of her pussy. There weren’t enough hours in the day to fuck her properly. The woman was voracious. Desperate. Abso-fucking-lutely the most demanding woman I ever knew, and one I’d love to serve.

I tested her pussy with the trail of my fingers. I thrust with just two and stretched her so full she gasped a little catch of pleasure.

I needed to tease this woman as badly as she teased me. I wanted her begging. Her thrashing against the wall. Every bit of her body trembled in a frantic, unrelenting need to come and come hard against my fingers.

I didn’t let her. Lyn groaned as I rubbed that sensitive place inside her pussy, running my fingers against the rough little patch that wetted my hand and ceased her breathing. She clenched hard, digging her nails into my arms.

And I stopped my movements. Held her against the wall. Impaled her with my fingers.

“You only get to come on my cock, Princess. Like you should have done for the past year.”

Her breath verged on hyperventilation and the corset didn’t help. Those beautiful tits wrapped within the crimson leather, protected from my bite. She flushed, hot and pink and perfect. Couldn’t breathe, but I’d kiss her to give her air and fuck her to take it away.

The skirt got in my way. Lyn wore her clothes too tight, wrapped around those sinful curves like the serpent in the tree. I couldn’t peel it off so I yanked it up. Lyn’s bare pussy exposed to the air. The cool breeze earned her little coo.

If that rocked her, she’d fucking explode on my cock.

And I planned for it.

Again and again.

I reached for my belt. Nothing was going to stop us this time. Not until Lyn screamed my name and I pumped her full of everything I could offer.

“Luke—” She folded her arms over my neck as I hoisted her. Those legs fit perfectly around my waist. And her pussy? Wet and silken and exposed just for me. “I’ve been dreaming of this for a year.”

I didn’t even have to pump my cock or slide it into that waiting slit. I’d come just by hearing her tell me how much she wanted me, how long she’d been needing me.

That she felt the same way for me.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Take me. Before anything else keeps us apart.”

Never again.

It had been too long since that perfect moment when I pushed inside Lyn.

Now wasn’t a time to make up for lost memories or forge new moments of tenderness. I slammed her against the wall, angled her hips.

And my cock sliced through that wet slit and battled her own fucking tightness to impale her.

Fucking
tight
. Unbelievably hot. She tensed around me, her gasping a quick, frantic acceptance of a cock too big and fierce for her.

But why?

I held her still, buried completely in that tightness as she panted. I didn’t recognize my voice, and I didn’t recognize the beast I became. Her pussy was a call to the fucking wild, and it turned me barbaric. Hard. Raging.

“Christ, Lyn.” I bucked my hips to edge in deeper. She squeezed me, her head tossed back. “When was the last time you got fucked?”

Her tongue slipped over her lips just to lick mine. Those eyes burned green, magical.