Tyrant (Kings of Carnage MC: Alabama #1)

Chapter 16

Tyrant

H er upset has every protective instinct inside me roaring to the surface. I can’t bear to see her like this when I know how much stress she carries daily on her shoulders. Her load is heavy, and I’ve been trying like hell to relieve her of some of it. Rather than make her talk or think anymore, my mouth finds hers, our lips fusing as my tongue dips inside, tangling with hers.

I’ve wanted to kiss her all damn day.

“Mm,” the sound rumbles from me as I connect with her for the first time since this morning. She’s all sweetness, from the taste of her tongue down to the way she feels against me. It’s not just that, it’s in the way she looks at me when I enter a room, the way she’s whispers goodnight to me each night, and the way she whimpers my name in the middle of those nights when she needs me to save her by waking her up.

I always do, and I always will.

Her arms go around my neck as she leans up on her tippy toes. She’s short compared to my tall frame, so I slouch a bit to make it easier on her. Her fingers find the back of my neck, her short nails grazing the flesh and giving me goosebumps. The sensation is amazing, making my cock twitch in response, more than ready to rise to the occasion.

Leaning back enough, our noses graze and I suck her bottom lip between mine. “Have fun today?” I manage to ask, attempting to distract my thoughts from everything down south so my cock will calm the fuck down.

Her lids part, and I find her gaze dazed as she meets mine. How could I miss her when I wasn’t gone long today? It’s far too soon for me to feel so swept away with her. A woman has never gotten my attention like Blair does and the crazy thing is she doesn’t even have to try to have it. My hand comes up to cup her jaw, my thumb lightly grazing her cheek. “Well? How was everything while I was gone?” I try again once it seems her heads cleared a bit.

“I like it better when you’re here. Are we going to bed?” She tosses her hand out, gesturing to the California king that takes up a large portion of our room.

“Uh, yeah?” It leaves me more as a question, but she’s being strange. Usually we head in here after spending some time in the main room, watch a little television, then make out until I can’t take it anymore and have to stop so I don’t pressure her to fuck.

She steps away, pushes down the stretchy pants she had on, then lifts her shirt next. She’s left in only her bra and panties, the sight of her making my mouth go dry. Her brow hikes as her hands rest on her hips, staring me down as if she’s the one waiting on me to get naked, but I promise there will be no hesitation on my part. If she wants my clothes off, I’ll yank those fuckers off so quickly it’ll make her head spin.

“Sugar, I’m tryin’ to be a decent man and not push you too fast, but you looking like my favorite snack is making it too hard for me to hold back. I suggest you get your sexy ass in some pajamas if you don’t want to get fucked. If your wish is to get filled by my cock tonight, then I’m about to join you and lose my clothes.”

Reaching forward, she fumbles around as she shoves my shirt up and I take the hint. Hand moving behind my neck, I grab a fistful and yank it over my head. Tossing the material toward my closet, I turn to her once more. “Better?”

She drinks me in, taking in the expanse of my chest. She licks her lips, admitting, “Almost.” Her fingers move to my jeans, working the loop free from the button. My zipper whirs as she lowers it, and my cock feels like it can breathe for the first time since I touched her.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you, that you want to be full of my cock.”

She nods, “Yes.”

Catching her head, my hand at the back of her nape fists her silky-smooth hair as I jerk her close enough to whisper against her mouth. “Tell. Me. You. Want. Me. To. Fuck. You.”

“P-please fuck me,” her voice is low, to the point I barely make the words out, but she says them. Finally.

“Oh, thank fuck,” I comment with a relieved sigh. I ache for her, and my long, stiff cock doesn’t hide the fact. My hands release her hair, dropping lower until I find the clip for her bra. I fight with the tiny metal devil hooks, nearly ripping the goddamn thing from her voluptuous body before they finally give and the offending material pops free. The bra falls to the floor, leaving her glorious breasts on display and it takes every bit of patience I possess to hold back from touching them. She needs to toss the elastic sucker in the trash. Her tits are too perfect to be strapped into the godforsaken contraption.

My palms skate down her sides, pausing at her pretty baby blue panties. She orders, “Take them off,” as I’m about to ask if she’s sure. There’s no doubt in her voice, only assertive confidence, and I soak it in for the green light she’s willing to offer. My digits hook under the thin elastic waist, pulling them down with me as I lower to my knees. Her hand lands on my shoulder, holding on to me as I lift her foot to slide her panties off the right, then the left.

Leaning in, my nose tickles her clit as I inhale deeply, breathing in her scent. “Fuck, babydoll, you smell like heaven. I want to taste you.” I murmur, briefly flicking my eyes up to catch her nod. Without further ado, I stick my tongue out, brushing back and forth over her clit, loving how she gasps with the shock of my touch. I dip in a bit more, sucking at the tiny button, before hiking her leg and swooping lower. She’s already wet, her juices coating her pussy lips with a sweet tease of her flavor.

I haven’t stopped thinking of eating her out since I fucked her in the middle of the concert. I knew she’d be addictive and I’m not surprised to discover I was right. My mouth ravishes her until she’s screaming my name, gripping my shoulders for dear life as she cascades through a quick, powerful orgasm. She must’ve been pent up with our constant tease, the push and pull between us building each night until finally she was ready and willing to admit what she craves.

It's better this way, I decide. Rather than badger her with my selfish desires, I’ve been patient and in doing so, she’s opened up to show me she truly wants me. Not just because we got married on a whim, or had a crazy one-night stand, but because there’s something different between us. A spark.

I’ve had her in my life for a short time, but who am I to judge the hours? We’ve had this magnetic pull, but tonight is the first night it feels like it’s truly more. Like she’s really mine, or she’s going to be. It’s still early days, but one thing about me is I’m stubborn. If I’m passionate or committed to something, I don’t give in and give up easily. It’s partially why I’ve become the vice president of this chapter. My brothers see my commitment for what it is and believe in me. Now, I need to make sure Blair notices it as well.

“I want you,” I confess, standing and bringing her with me. Her legs wrap around my waist, ankles locking to help hold her to me. It’s the same as when I had her against the wall at the concert and intense feelings plummet through me, reminding me of how perfect she felt that night. Her pussy is the best I’ve ever had, the taste, the softness, the tightness…everything.

“Please,” she whimpers and I take the hint, falling onto my bed with her. I brace myself over her body so she lands on the bed while I keep from squishing her. Her legs and arms tighten, pulling me to her.

“I don’t wanna squish you,” I murmur with a heavy exhale. It’s taking everything in me to hold myself back and not just stab her with my dick. It’s what I want to do, sink myself balls deep and hear her cry my name, loudly . She’s close, but I don’t think she’s ready for me full-on just yet. It’s okay though, I don’t mind waiting for her, or being soft, until she’s ready to welcome the desperation I have trapped inside for her.

“I want you too, I need to feel you against my skin, Tyrant. Your warmth, your weight, feels like home.” Her confession is a mere whisper as she stares at my mouth, unable to meet my gaze. She may be shy to admit her feelings or what she needs, but I want every single word she has for me.

My right hand moves to tilt her chin up until I’m staring into her eyes. My lips brush hers, then her right cheek, her left cheek, her forehead, her nose, her chin, then her mouth once more. “Tell me everything you need and let me show you how you deserve every single thing you ask for.”

Her lip wobbles with emotion, and she nods. Her hands move to my ribs, pulling me in until she can wrap her arms around me and hold me. She hugs herself to my chest and momentarily I wish we were standing so I could pull her in so tightly she feels my heart wrapped around her for the rest of her life.

Someone fucked this sweet woman up to the point she doesn’t believe she has the right to ask, no, demand what she needs. If I do one thing while she’s mine, I hope I can show her just how wrong that sentiment is. She deserves the fucking world and while I may not be capable of giving it to her, I will damn sure try my hardest. I suck on her bottom lip, tenderly running my tongue across it before releasing it and promising, “I’m going to get your little girl back for you. I don’t make promises, but for you, I am. I swear it on my life, you will have her again and be free of him. Free to have happiness.”

“Oh, Tyrant,” she sobs, tucking her head between my shoulder and neck. She licks, kisses and sucks me there as she reaches between us and lines me up with her entrance. Then she takes the initiative and lifts her hips, and my cock slowly slides inside her, causing us to groan in unison.

“Mm,” is all I can convey as I rock my hips. My cock slides in and out, shallow, then deep, and it makes my mind spin. When I’m inside her everyone else fades away and life is so much more colorful.

She sucks hard enough on my neck, that I can’t help but wonder if she realizes she’s going to leave purple hickeys all over the place. I don’t mind. In fact, I like knowing everyone in the club will be aware she’s essentially left her mark on me. I thrust again, this time to the hilt and hold my hips in place. My forehead rests against hers as I pant, attempting to will myself not to come just yet. I’ve always been the type who can go all night if I wished, but with her, it’s entirely not up to me. My cock is on its own timeline while wrapped in her voodoo cunt.

“Y-you have the best pussy I’ve ever felt before,” I gasp aloud. It has to mean something, for us to come together how we have, for me to be the right person on the wrong side of the law to help her. I thought I was fine in my life, my club, everything I could possibly need, but having her in my bed every night and to talk to every single day about everything and nothing at all has shown me I was missing something. Everything. No…it’s her. I was missing her and now that I have her, I need to find a way to never let her go.

“Come for me, Sugar,” I demand as my hand moves between us, my fingers finding her clit. Her hands fist my ass, tugging and pushing, silently conveying how she wants me to take her. I relax my muscles, allowing her to take the lead. With one hand gripping the sheet under her back, my other trapped between our bodies, my fingers slide up and down her clit, then right to left, only to move in a circle and make her explode.

Her passionate cry as she milks my cock is the only motivation I need to let myself go. My hips jolt, rocking with each of her cunt’s spasms, and before I can string together a coherent sentence, I’m dumping every drop I have, deep inside of her. This is exactly where I belong, in a bed, wrapped up in this woman. Rolling over, I pull her with me until she’s sprawled across my chest. She peppers a dozen kisses over my chest and lips before sitting up.

“Bathroom. Want some water?” I nod, thirsty but still in my blissed-out state. She moves to the mini fridge grabbing a water, she takes a few sips then passes it to me. She heads for the bathroom and while I’m sorry to see her go, I’m loving every moment of watching her ass sway as she does. My cum leaks down the inside of her thighs, and fuck me, my cock stirs again from the delectable sight.

Casting a glance over her shoulder, she giggles, finding me in a trance. “Later, Tyrant. We need a nap first.”

“Mm, first? So in an hour when I’m hard as steel for you, you’ll climb on my lap and ride me like a good girl?”

Her cheeks flush, the pink crawling from her chest on up. She’ll get over the embarrassment soon, as I plan to fuck her thirty ways to Sunday. It’s different now that I’m aware she wants me as much as I do her. “Yes, I will.” She smirks, making her way into the bathroom and leaving me to watch my dick tent the sheet once more.

My hands rub over my face as I shake my head. I could be insatiable when it comes to her, easily. Yawning, my fingers rub over my closed eyes as the weight of the day begins to hit me. Her wanting a nap isn’t a bad idea at all, though, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to fall asleep with wanting her again so soon.

A commotion breaks my hazy thoughts, making me mute the television. Is that…screaming, I hear? What the ever-loving fuck? Those goddamn prospects must be fighting. I didn’t think they had it in ‘em. Hopping out of bed, I tug on my jeans, loving how my dick still has her juices on it. I’ll be staying like that for a little while too. I want her scent ingrained in me. Leaving my shirt off, I grab my cut, stuffing my arms inside, then tug some socks on my feet. I don’t need my boots going out to the common room, but I don’t like how the bare floor feels against my feet. Gives me the heebie-jeebies or some shit.

“I need to check out something, Sugar,” I call as the sink water is turned on. “Stay here until I tell you it’s alright.”

At that, she pops her head through the open doorway, “What’s going on?” Her brow wrinkles with concern.

“I think the prospects are fighting. Stay here, I don’t want you ending up hurt if they’re throwing blows.”

Her mouth pops open. “Please be careful.”

I offer a smirk. “If one of those dipshits is dumb enough to clip me, I’ll lay them the fuck out. Don’t you worry, Sugar.”

She huffs a laugh, then turns back for the sink. She’s getting used to club life, because had I said something like that to her weeks back, she’d have turned in on herself, wanting to hide away in my room. Now she takes my words for what they are, me doing my job and protecting anyone who may need it while under this roof. If Havoc gets there before I do, those idiots are liable to not get patched, then their time will all be for nothing.

Hurrying out, I close my door but don’t bother locking it. I’ll be back soon and no one will enter without being invited in anyhow. I’m sure everyone who’s at the club is in the common room at the moment, anyhow, with all the fucking commotion.

My first mistake is not grabbing my gun.

My second, not putting on my boots.

The third and most important…I’ll never forgive myself for.