Stain (King's Harlots MC Book 2)

  Her moans wrapped around me, mixing with my grunts. Our sounds, the undying want took over as I forced her body to explode and her mind to break. She was mine. I took every inch of her and owned her like a true Master would.

  The tight heat pierced me straight in the gut until all I felt was her.

  “A-Ash … Oh, God.”

  I pulled her into an upright position, holding her against me while I was still seated deep inside her body.

  As much as I knew I should go slow, I didn’t want to scare her, I couldn’t. There was a driving force inside of me, an animalistic need to mark her, and it took over. My hips thrust. Hard and fast.

  She whimpered, her breathing coming out in short gasps.

  Her body squeezed me in a vice like grip, begging me to let her come. So I complied. This time. With one arm around her waist, holding her up, I used the hand of the other to give her what she so desperately wanted.

  “Hold on, Hummingbird,” I whispered, grazing the scruff of my cheek against hers.

  Meeka let out a breath of relief.

  She wouldn’t be relieved that quick. I smiled to myself.

  Reaching between her legs, I pushed a finger through the wet folds of her pussy.

  She jumped, whimpering.

  With my cock inside her tight pussy, I flicked her clit, rubbing it hard and fast. Matching the movements of my thrusts, I had her screaming my name in record time.

  “Oh, God. Fuck.”

  She screamed again, but I didn’t let up. The Alpha inside of me wanted her walking around tomorrow, letting everyone know that she had been fucked good and hard the night before. I wanted Charles to know that she was, in fact, mine. The possessive need to mark every inch of her took over, and I powered into her with so much force, I almost lost my grip on her wet body. Fuck. I needed to gain control. Spots danced in my vision. A grey cloud shielded my thoughts. I was driven mad with the need to destroy her.

  “Shit.” I didn’t know what was going on, but the powerful hold her passion had over my body took over.

  “Come, baby,” she pleaded, pushing her ass back against me.

  I groaned, tearing into her. Never in my life had sex felt that way. Powerful yet delicious. Pure fucking perfection.

  “Please,” she panted, meeting me thrust for thrust. “I—” Her words died on a scream.

  And that was when I broke, my dick swelled, pulsing into her with hot jets of cum. “Fuuuuuuuck,” I roared, my balls tightening to the point of painful.

  I couldn’t take it. The release was so fucking powerful, my vision faded in and out.

  We both fell to the floor of the shower, breathing heavy and still connected.

  Once my heart finally calmed down, I released Meeka and turned her in my arms.

  Her eyes drooped, a small smile spreading on her beautiful face. “That was …”

  “Fucking amazing,” I answered for her and kissed her softly on the mouth.

  “Mmhmm …” Her eye lids fluttered closed.

  Taking her in my arms, I rose to my full height, but not before I noticed the crimson trail dripping down her inner thighs.

  Shit.

  IT HAD been years since I saw the bright look of fear behind Asher’s beautiful eyes. He had learned to mask his emotions by putting up a hard wall around him. I was the only one to ever break through, but even I had difficulty doing so sometimes.

  In the last couple of minutes, he had gone from possessive Alpha male to scared timid little boy. My stomach twisted, my heart racing at the thought of losing him to the darkness inside.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He shook his head, mumbling something about monster and clean. I couldn’t understand him but as I neared him, he jumped.

  “No,” he cried. “Clean. I … have … I have to clean you.”

  “What are you talking about?” I reached out for him, but he only spun around.

  Grabbing a cloth, he shoved it under the water, and before I knew what was happening, he was on his knees in front of me. “Clean.”

  What the hell is going on?

  “Evil. So stupid,” he continued mumbling to himself, rubbing the cloth over my skin. “Clean.”

  “I’m clean. Don’t worry. I am,” I insisted, kneeling in front of him.

  “No,” he snapped, attempting to force his hand between my legs. “Blood. Not clean.”

  “What are you talking about?” I followed his gaze, my eyes widening at the streak of red leaving my body and flowing down the drain. Oh, God. That was why. Shit. “Asher, I’m fine,” I insisted, grabbing his hand from between my legs.

  “No,” he shouted, wiping the cloth over my aching core. “I hurt you. I made you fucking bleed.” Although his words held an edge, his touch was gentle. So gentle it brought tears to my eyes.

  My throat burned. “I’m fine, baby. I am. I promise you.”

  “I hurt you.” His eyes shone. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

  I didn’t care that I had bled; I was more worried about the man breaking and losing himself before me. Throwing my body into his arms, I reached behind him and turned off the water.

  He kept mumbling about cleaning and hurting me all the while holding me tight against him.

  Never in my life had I thought his control over me would become a trigger for his past. The blood set him off but I wasn’t upset with him. It happened. Asher needed me, but I didn’t know how to make him see that I was fine.

  Lifting me in his arms, he grabbed a large towel from the linen closet.

  “Put me down. I’m fine to walk by myself.” Although I was sore, it was the best feeling I ever experienced.

  “Not gonna happen,” he bit out, wrapping the terry cloth around me and carrying me to his bed.

  “Asher,” I squirmed in his arms. “I’m fine. Put me down.”

  But he ignored me and sat me on the edge of his bed. Brushing the soft material over my skin, Asher’s brow furrowed in the middle. His big body, still completely naked, held no hint of the intense delicious sex we just shared. His cock was flaccid. I was tempted to touch him to see how he would react. When he knelt in front of me, taking my foot in his hands, I just sat there. Watching. I was confused as to what was going on and why things suddenly changed but after dealing with him for years, I knew to be patient. But it was different.

  “I never meant to hurt you,” he finally confessed, breaking some of the tension that had built up inside of me.

  “You didn’t. Yes, it was intense because you’re—”

  “I’m what?”

  “Huge.” My cheeks burned.

  A hint of lust flashed in his eyes. “I should have waited. I should—”

  “No.” I took his hands and slid from the bed, straddling his lap. “I told you to fuck me. I wanted everything you had to give me. Nothing more. Nothing less. I wanted you.” I jabbed a finger into his chest. “You gave me you, Asher.”

  “But I made you bleed,” he cried, slamming his fist against the ground.

  “And no matter how many times we have sex, you could still make me bleed, Asher,” I told him. “I’m not fragile. I may be small, but I won’t break. You have to see that. I loved everything that we did. Everything we shared because I knew it was meant to be.”

  He sighed, leaning his forehead against mine.

  “Why does it bother you so much?” There was an underlining reason as to why he freaked out.

  “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” He rose to his full height, pulling me up with him. “We have another long day tomorrow.”

  I shook my head, shocked that he could go from upset to withdrawn in a matter of seconds. “We need to talk about this.”

  “I said, I don’t want to talk about it.” He raised an eyebrow, daring me to argue with him. His words lacked any emotion, any hint of the pain I had seen in his eyes just minutes before.

  In a huff, I walked around the side of the bed and threw back the covers. He did the same but kept his gaze on
me the whole time.

  “Get in the bed, Meeka,” he demanded, waiting.

  Crossing my arms under my chest, I braced myself. I enjoyed challenging him.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to repeat myself?”

  I swallowed hard at the underlining threat in his voice.

  “I will tell you, if I repeat myself, my dear Hummingbird, I will spank that beautiful ass until you soak my hand with your delicious cum. And after that, I won’t stop.”

  Oh, gosh. A shiver rippled over my body. “I just want to make sure that you’re okay,” I said, sliding under the covers.

  He joined me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “I know I need to talk about it. I get that. But right now, I want to enjoy this. I’m tired, Meeka. Help me sleep.”

  “Okay.” I reigned soft kisses on his face. “Just promise me that we’ll talk.”

  “I promise, baby.”

  ***

  (Asher)

  Never in my life had I experienced what I just went through. The sight of the red crimson blood set me off. It was a trigger that I never knew would happen. It upset me to the point I blacked out, mumbling words that weren’t coherent.

  Meeka’s wide eyes stuck with me. It would be engrained in my skull for the rest of my days. I didn’t want to worry her. It was something I had dealt with for years, pushing feelings to the side like they weren’t important. Triggers? Please. I was Asher-fucking-Donovan. I didn’t have triggers. The Navy psychiatrist tried diagnosing me with PTSD and a whole bunch of other shit. Apparently, I had abandonment issues and social anxiety. It wasn’t true. I just hated people. My brothers and Meeka were the only ones who could get into my heart, but even I knew it had never been completely. Until her.

  With Meeka’s sleeping form lying beside me, she breathed slow and deep. Content sighs left her lips every so often. She pushed her bare ass into my semi-hard erection that wouldn’t go down since the first kiss we shared.

  I pulled her closer. I knew I should be sleeping. I knew I should give into the dark slumber of rest, but I much preferred to stare at the gorgeous woman beside me.

  “Sleep, Asher,” Meeka whispered, snuggling into my arms.

  “I prefer to watch you.” I kissed her forehead, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin.

  “Okay.” Her eyes fluttered closed.

  I smiled, placing a soft peck on her mouth.

  She told me I was good enough for her. Although the words had left her mouth, I didn’t believe them. I couldn’t get over the fact that I would ruin her. I would destroy her soul and make her constantly worry over me. I didn’t want that. She deserved better. A good man. As much as it pained me to say, I would give up everything to see that she was happy. My chest constricted. Just the thought of her being with someone else made me want to fuck her into submission and prove that she was mine.

  The possessive need to control her every move was new for me.

  I pulled Meeka into my arms, brushing my hand up and down her back. After all of the shit with Charles was done, I would end things with her. She didn’t want to be with a broken man. How could she? She didn’t deserve to be with someone who was so damn needy. It wasn’t fair to her.

  My throat burned. Fuck me. The pain threatened to swallow me whole. It hurt worse than getting fucking shot. How could I make her see that she deserved better? A thought came to me. Shit. It would work. As much as it would kill me, I had to do it. For Meeka. My best friend. The woman I loved.

  I WOKE the next morning wondering if things would be weird between us. You would think if it was going to be awkward, it would have happened already.

  Asher wasn’t beside me, but I heard him moving around on the main level. What we shared the night before changed things between us. It opened up a new possibility. Would this end after the mission was over? I knew Asher cared for me in the way he touched me. The way he handled my body, forcing me to succumb to the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced. But his fear that he wasn’t good enough for me threatened to take over and consume his feelings.

  Running my hand over the empty spot beside me, all I could smell was him. His spicy cologne was intoxicating. Mixed with the heady perfume of sex, it was downright drugging.

  As much as he didn’t want to, we needed to talk. And I needed to know why he freaked out. Blood wasn’t the only reason, and I had to find out more. It was the only way I would understand.

  Rising from the bed, I pulled his shirt over my head. It reached my knees, but the soft cotton comforted me as if the owner were wrapped around me instead.

  With a moment of trepidation settling deep in the pits of my stomach, I trudged down the stairs. Not sure what I would find, I was happy when I saw Asher sitting on the couch.

  He had his cell to his ear, talking quietly to whoever was on the other line. His back stiffened, his eyes looking up to meet my gaze. They roamed down my body, heating with fire.

  My throat went dry at the look of pure lust staring back at me.

  He crooked a finger, indicating for me to go to him.

  My feet moved although I had felt like I was stuck to the ground in a puddle of wanton need. God this man and what he did to me.

  He smirked when I complied, grabbing the hem of my shirt. “You have nothing to worry about, my brother. Yes. I know.” He lifted the fabric, his nostrils flaring when he noticed that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Listen, man, I have to go; I’m about to eat my breakfast.”

  ***

  (Asher)

  Screams filled my ears. They were so loud they pierced into my soul. And that made me even harder. My cock threatened to explode, but I couldn’t let up on the treat riding my face. Sweet juices flowed past my lips, over my tongue, and down my throat. All I could smell was the heady scent, and fuck if it wasn’t divine.

  Meeka’s cries of pleasure were music to my ears and no matter how much she begged, I wouldn’t let up. I was a man of my word when I told Angel that I was about to eat my breakfast. His deep chuckle proved he knew what I was referring to. I didn’t care. I was a man and I loved eating pussy.

  As much as I knew we had to talk, seeing Meeka wearing my t-shirt threw me off. It had set my blood on fire.

  Mine.

  It was the only word I could think of when I threw her down on the couch, practically ripping the offensive material off of her. Control. It wasn’t warranted where she was concerned. All thoughts left me and for the third time, I had her screaming out my name.

  Releasing her with a wet smack, I kissed her inner thigh before sinking my teeth into the flesh.

  She cried out, a surge of wetness coating my fingers.

  Hmmm, my Hummingbird likes it dirty. In a quick move, I had her under me and her legs wrapped around my waist. Her eyelids fluttered closed, a soft sigh of bliss leaving her beautiful mouth. Which reminded me, I needed to fuck it and soon.

  “No falling asleep, baby. I’ve only had my coffee. Now I need my fucking eggs and bacon.” I kissed the side of her neck, rubbing the juices from her body over her soft skin.

  Meeka laughed, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her burning gaze seared straight into my heart. Her mouth brushed along the shell of my ear, causing a shiver to race down my back.

  “Then feast on me and take all the sustenance you need, baby.”

  And I did. Twice.

  ***

  (Meeka)

  He moved from side to side, hopping from one foot to the other. It was a dance but also a battle. It was man versus weight. His fists swung. His legs kicked. He grunted. He swore. And he was all mine. For now, anyway.

  Asher moved with a fluid grace, working out the muscles in his hard body until he was covered in a sheen of sweat. I could watch him for hours. It had been that way for years. I loved watching him train.

  We were leaving to see Charles in an hour and heading to the clubhouse after. For whatever reason, Asher was finally letting me out of his house. Not that I had put up much of a fight. Maybe I had wanted things to
change between us from the very beginning.

  Every so often, he would look my way, his face grim and determined. The only hint of emotion was the twinkle of mischief in his gaze. I knew that look. It was the one where he told me to get ready and run.

  “Don’t poke the bear, sweet girl. I bite.”

  And did he ever.

  Bruises marked my inner thighs where he had devoured me until I begged him to stop, telling him I couldn’t handle anymore. But I knew he only let me have a break because he wanted to think I had some sort of control. I didn’t. And I was fine with that.

  There was still the issue of him believing that he wasn’t good enough for me but with Charles being in the way, we had to depend on each other first. Taking the stresses of our jobs out on each other seemed only fitting.

  My phone buzzed, vibrating in my back pocket. My heart jumped when I saw Jay’s name flash across the small screen. “Hello?”

  “Hey,” Jay greeted.

  “Is something wrong?” I had no idea why she would be calling, especially me.

  “No. I will be honest, though; Angel is the one who convinced me to call you.” She cleared her throat. “I’m trying here, Meeka, but with you not around, it makes it hard.”

  “I know.” I sighed. “We’re stopping by tonight,” I continued when she didn’t say anything. “I miss you. All of you. This shit sucks.”

  She laughed. She actually laughed.

  Relief flooded through my veins at the mere sound. I slid down the wall until I hit the floor, curling my knees against my chest. “I’m happy Angel convinced you to call me.”

  “Yeah, well, that man of mine is too fucking smart for his own good sometimes.” She cleared her throat again. It was her signature move whenever she became nervous. “Max wanted to have a party tonight, but I told her to just have the guys and us there.”

  “I agree. I need to see my sisters.”