Unmasked (King Morine #4)

34. Stryker

CHAPTER 34

Stryker

M y lips cover hers, claiming her. There’s a promise in my kiss, vowing never to let anyone hurt her.

I inhale the spicy pumpkin scent of her skin as I possess her with my mouth. She moans against me, and I deepen the kiss, not caring that her scarecrow makeup is a mess and getting all over my face. The need to take her, possess her, races through me, making my cock throb.

“Need you,” I whisper against her lips.

She moans, her arms and legs wrapping around me. My clothing has her enemy’s blood on it, and I know it’s getting on her. The thought is so hot it makes me want her even more.

“Take me,” she whispers. “I’m yours.”

I groan before I lick the seam of her lips, sliding my tongue inside and dancing with hers.

My hands work the buttons of her shirt, and my frustration ebbs as it takes too long. I break the kiss and rip her flannel shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.

The mask lying beside her illuminates her lacy bra. Her strawberry-blonde hair is spread around her as she looks up at me .

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” My lips are on her throat, working across to a spot on her neck that makes her giggle and squirm. I grin, staying on it, enjoying how she moves beneath me.

“You’re tickling me.” She tries to push against my chest, but I suck the skin into my mouth, and she moans, all fight draining from her as her nails sink into me, pulling me closer. “God, that feels good.”

“I need you naked.” I push back onto my knees and, grabbing her hands, pull her to a sitting position so I can tear her shirt and bra off. She’s panting, her heavy-lidded eyes glazed with lust. Lowering her to her back, I unbutton her jeans.

I pull her boots off, then her jeans. Her panties follow, her naked body spread out on the upper floor of the barn.

Covering her body with mine, my lips are on hers, tasting and devouring her. Something about this woman fills me with a sense of home and belonging I’ve never felt before, especially after the shit my father’s done.

My lips move down her throat and between her cleavage. My hands cup her breasts, pushing them together while I run my tongue between them. She shivers, a moan swelling from her lips when I tease her nipples with my tongue.

“Will you…” she whimpers as my teeth graze her nipple.

“Yeah,” I whisper against her skin.

“Are you gonna tell me your name?”

“Once I know you’re mine.”

“How do you determine…” her voice cracks and breaks. “Fuck, your mouth is incredible.”

I suck on her other nipple before releasing it with a pop, understanding her question. “When you are okay with what I’ve done for you.”

Goosebumps erupt over her skin. “The man in the skeleton costume.” Her voice is breathless as I trail my tongue over her breasts, teasing her. “He was the one I punched, right?”

“Yes.” I suck her nipple hard, and she arches, her hands running through my hair.

“You killed him… because he messed with me.”

“Yes. Just like the other one.”

She thinks for a moment. “Steve.”

“Mmmm hmmm.” I’m dizzy on her scent, my blood humming beneath my veins while my pulse hammers inside my ears.

She’s like a drug. Better than anything I’ve experienced before, even the thrill of ending Steve and Jacob’s lives.

“You killed them for hurting me.” It’s not a question but a statement.

“Yes.” I lift my head, my eyes on hers. “They touched what’s mine. Tried hurting you.”

“I-I’ve never had anyone defend me before… let alone kill for me.”

“Now you do.” My voice sounds like a stranger’s. It’s deep and monstrous. A killer’s voice.

She leans up, her face inches from mine. “I smell blood on you. Is it his?”

“Yes.”

A smile curls her lips, her eyes dancing with hunger. “I need you.” She throws her arms around me, her lips pressing against mine. “I need you inside me.”

“Fuck.” I pull away from her, grabbing the back of my sweatshirt and pulling it overhead. Her shaking hands fumble with the button and zipper of my jeans. She gets them undone and yanks them down my hips. I help her, needing to be naked and inside her.

Her hand wraps around me, stroking my throbbing cock from base to tip. I moan, hurriedly undoing my boots and kicking them off before tossing my jeans and boxers aside .

My fingers move to her entrance, groaning at how wet she is.

“Fuck, little prey.” I pull her hand away from my dick, lining up with her entrance. “Need to be inside that tight, soaked pussy.” I shove myself to the hilt, not letting her adjust to my size.

She shrieks, her nails digging into my back. I stay still for a moment, my lips finding hers. I kiss her hungrily, trying to control the desperate urge to pound into her.

“Please,” she whimpers against my lips. “Fuck me.”

My resistance snaps, and I begin hammering into her. She wraps her legs around my back, arching up to meet my thrusts as I fuck her against the cold, hard barn floor.

Her nails drag up and down my back before moving to my ass, pulling me deeper. “More. I need more.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I thrust hard and fast, drunk on the way her wet pussy squeezes my cock.

She pants in my ear. “I’m so fucking wet.”

“Wet for my cock.” I moan again, the feeling of her body beneath mine the only heaven I’ll ever know.

Her legs are shaking as I wrap my hand around her throat. “Come on my cock, baby.” I yank her hips up so her back doesn’t get hurt by the flooring as I continue thrusting wildly while squeezing and cutting off her air.

“Oh, God,” she rasps, tightening around me. I squeeze harder, and she explodes, her entire body shaking from the intensity of her orgasm.

“Fuck,” I loosen my grip, allowing her to breathe. “So fucking hot the way you came all over my dick and balls.”

She moans, still dazed from her orgasmic haze.

I pull out and roll onto my back, dragging her with me. “Ride my cock, baby. Make me come inside you.”

“Oh, God, that’s hot.” She’s shaking as she hovers over me before impaling herself on my dick. Her hands are on my chest as she moves her hips.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me.”

She rolls her hips up and down before circling them. A wondrous look is on her face as she hits areas that cause her to moan and wince before doing it again.

“Such a good fucking girl. Using my cock to please yourself.”

“Fuck.” Her hands slide, digging into my shoulder while rocking her hips harder and faster. “So. Fucking. Good.”

Grabbing the back of her neck, I pull her down, kissing her so hard I probably bruised her lips. She doesn’t seem to mind, attacking me with just as much passion and desire. All the while, she keeps rocking on my cock.

When she pulls back, staring down at me, I cup her breasts and tease her nipples. She moans, growing wetter, her breathing raspy as her hips move wildly, unable to keep the rhythm.

“That’s it, little prey. Lose control.”

“Oh, God. I’m gonna…” her lips quiver, and her head falls back.

I pound into her from below. “That’s it.” I squeeze her nipples, and she combusts, her screams filling the barn as her pussy squeezes my cock like a vice.

My balls draw up against my body as I come inside her with a roar, pulling her against me as I dump rope after rope deep inside her.

She collapses against me, her arms sliding around my neck. “I’m not sure I can walk,” she pants. “I have… no idea… how I’m gonna get down.”

I chuckle against her sweaty neck. “I’ll get you down, sweetheart.”

Holding her in my arms, I have something I’ve never had before—the security of knowing someone cares about me. Even after murdering two men, she didn’t push me away. She seemed awed I’d go to such lengths for her.

“I destroyed your shirt. I’ll buy you a new one,” I say as she slowly lifts herself off my dick, wincing as she does.

“It’s okay.”

I use it to clean her up before pulling my sweatshirt over her head. She grabs her jeans, eying me in the darkness. “What are you going to wear?”

I shrug. “I’ll go shirtless. I’ll be fine.”

Once we’re dressed, I squat down. “Climb onto my back.”

“Seriously?”

I look at her over my shoulder. “Get on my back, little prey.”

She immediately complies, and after scooping up my mask, I hand it to her, carrying her down the ladder and through the barn.

When I lower her to her feet, she puts my mask on. “How do I look?”

“Like you were born to be mine.”

I tug it off her, then kiss the hell out of her. She melts against me, moaning as her hands cup my face.

When I pull back, she whispers, “I wish I could see your face in the light.”

I grin at her before putting the mask on. “Soon, little prey.” Opening the door, I gesture, and she steps outside. I follow her.

“Give me a minute, and I’ll drive you home.” Pulling my phone out, I restore power to the barn before locking my fingers around hers, leading her to my truck.

“How’d you cut the power?”

I grin behind the mask. “It’s my secret, little prey. I can do a lot of things.”

Helping her inside my truck, I buckle her in before jumping inside and starting it. I drive to the barn doors, then throw it in park, letting it idle.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve gotta take care of my problem.” Sliding out the door, I pull my knife out.

I hurry inside and cut Jacob down, carrying him to my truck. I open the Tonneau cover, toss his body inside, and close it.

“You’re bloody,” Mallory says as I climb inside my truck.

“Does that bother you?”

She licks her lips, shaking her head. “It should, but it doesn’t. That asshole threatened to hurt me after I punched him. My gut says he would’ve.”

I grin behind the mask. “He’ll never hurt you, my prey.”

She smiles, reaches over, and glides her finger through the blood on my chest. “Will you take the mask off, tell me your name, and fuck me all bloody?”

I grin. “Hell, yes. I’ll give you anything you want, little prey.”