Blood Oath_A Motorcycle Club Romance_Satan’s Kin MC

by Zoey Parker

  Carson got to his feet and unfastened his belt buckle, letting his pants drop to the floor. He stepped out of them, clad only in briefs, and hooked his fingers in the sides of my thong. I sighed happily, thinking he was about to pull it down, but instead he pulled it up, wedging it firmly against my pussy. I moaned; the sensation was incredible, but I wanted more than just pressure from my panties against me. Carson grinned and slipped his fingers against the satin, rubbing at my labia. With his free hand he tapped me on the inside of the knees, indicating that he wanted me to spread my legs. I did, just a bit, and he slipped another finger against the crotch of my thong. Carson grinned up at me as his teased my sensitive skin, making me cry out whenever his fingers would brush against my clit. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as he slipped a finger inside the fabric and wriggled it inside of my pussy.

  “You’re so wet,” Carson murmured. He licked his lips and yanked the thong down my legs. I eagerly stepped out of it and Carson wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close. He got down on his knees and shoved his face against my pussy, inhaling my scent and licking at me with the tip of his tongue. A warm feeling pulsated through my lower belly, and I moaned loudly as Carson spread my labia with one hand and found my clit with his mouth. As he began to suck on the sensitive nub of flesh, I closed my eyes. I was shaking and breathing hard and I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. Carson slipped a finger in and out of me as he sucked at my clit and before I knew it, I was grinding against his face and moaning loudly, spreading my legs. I could feel a hot flush covering my whole body, and I shivered as the delicious sensations coursed through me again and again. Carson murmured something into my crotch and the vibrations took me to a whole new level of pleasure. I cried out and arched my back as he buried his fingers in the flesh of my ass and pressed into me even harder than before. When he pulled away, I saw that my juices had coated all of his face and his beard.

  Getting to my knees, I started kissing and licking all over his face softly. Carson closed his eyes and let me clean my arousal from him. I was extra careful on the swollen areas but I could tell that pleasing me had probably hurt him a little. My heart swelled with love when I realized what he had done for me. Even though it wasn’t much, it slayed me to know that he wanted me to feel good even at his expense.

  “Thank you,” I murmured. “Now please let me return the favor.”

  Carson grinned and got to his feet, sliding his briefs down. His erection bobbed in the air in front of me, and I nuzzled him with my face. Carson moaned softy as I wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and began to stroke up and down. When I took the first couple inches of him inside of my mouth, he cried out and jerked his hips forward. As his cock filled my mouth, I sucked at the soft skin greedily. I loved the way he tasted, and I loved how tender his erection felt in my mouth.

  He moaned and arched his back, thrusting his hips forward. As I stroked him up and down, I started moving my head back and forth in rhythm. Carson groaned and buried his hands in my hair, pulling handfuls of it away from my scalp. It felt incredible and I moaned softly with his cock in my mouth. Carson cried out and ground against me harder than before. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him close so he couldn’t get away before letting his cock slip into the back of my throat. Carson loved being deepthroated, and even though he was huge, I loved doing it. I loved giving him pleasure. It was such a turn-on that after a few seconds of listening to him gasp and cry out, I slipped a hand between my spread legs and started rubbing at my soaked clit. The sensation made me cry out with pleasure and Carson moaned even louder. When he opened his eyes and looked down to see me pleasuring myself, he grinned and grunted loudly with pleasure.

  Finally, Carson pushed me away. I tumbled back and landed on my ass, and with a practiced motion, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me off to the bedroom. My heart was slamming against my ribs and I felt more aroused than I ever had before. Somehow, the arousal mixed with my exhaustion made everything feel even better. When Carson dropped me on the bed, I stretched out on my back and spread my legs. he grinned at me. I watched as he reached into his bedside table and pulled out a rubber, sheathing his cock in latex. He climbed on the bed and nudged my legs apart even father, grabbing my hips and sliding me down so my crotch was against his. I could feel the head of Carson’s cock poking at me and I moaned softly, grinding my hips against him.

  Carson steadied himself on my ass and plunged his cock inside of me, growling loudly as he filled me with one swift stroke. I cried out. For a moment, we stayed like that, locked together, not moving. But after a few seconds, Carson started to thrust his hips up and down. He tightened his grip on my ass as he moved in and out, and I closed my eyes and arched my back, letting my hands slide down my body. When I was sure that his eyes were on me, I started to pinch and roll my nipples between my thumb and fingers. It felt incredible combined with the thrusts of his cock, and I moaned loudly.

  Carson grinned down at me, thrusting harder and harder until his forehead was shining with sweat. The warm pleasure in my lower belly began to build and build, and I ground against his hips hard, pinching myself as he rode me. He cried out and braced himself against my hips just as I felt my orgasm start to explode within me. Waves of pleasure radiated through my body in vibrating rings, and I closed my eyes and screamed, moaning loudly until I had stopped shaking. Carson groaned and shook. Beads of sweat dripped off his forehead and landed on my bare skin as I felt him thrust harder and then pause, while his cock twitched and pulsed inside of me. As he came, he dug his fingers into my ass and grunted. He thrust inside me a few more times, hard, for good measure. When he was finally done, he pulled out and flopped down beside me on the bed.

  “That was incredible,” he murmured, reaching out an arm and pulling me close. “Don’t you think so?”

  I nodded even though his eyes were closed. “It was,” I said softly. Drowsiness overcame me and Carson pulled a blanket over us. In my sex coma, I was deliriously happy. I’d never felt like this before in my life. I suddenly wanted to end every night with Carson, Carson, and nothing but Carson.

  “This is perfect,” I said softly. “Really perfect.” And I meant it.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Carson

  I was just drifting off to sleep when Caroline wrapped her arms around me and snuggled close. She nuzzled my chest, and I felt a surge of affection for her.

  “Have you ever been in a fight before?” Her voice was laced with sleep and happiness; I loved the way she sounded after she came. I squeezed her close and chuckled, nuzzling her red hair.

  “Are you kidding?” I asked.

  Caroline rolled onto her side and looked at me. “No,” she said softly. “Why would you ask if I was kidding?”

  “Because I’ve been in so many fights I don’t remember them all,” I said with a laugh, raking a hand through my hair. Caroline’s body tensed but she didn’t reply. “I mean, come on, Car. I’m in the Devil’s Own. We get in a lot of little tiffs with other gangs. You’ve heard of the Aztecs, right? I mean, shit, Tommy and I have put so many of those guys in the hospital. That’s how it is, though, especially right now. This gang war doesn’t come cheaply.”

  Caroline didn’t say anything. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. “Shit, I mean it’s great stress release sometimes, you know? Sometimes nothing feels better than duking it out with your fists.”

  Caroline pulled away. She gave me a look that I couldn’t read before climbing out of bed and wrapping the sheet around her.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Where are you going?”

  She didn’t answer. I saw her bottom lip begin to tremble and she let out a sniffle as she ran out of my bedroom and down the hallway. I barely had time to get out of bed myself before I saw that she was almost fully dressed. Caroline was red-faced and trying to put on her bra in a struggle. I reached out to help her and she leapt away, almost losing her balance and falling over. I raised my eyebrows.r />
  “You wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?” I tried again. “What happened? What did I do?”

  Caroline glared at me. Her green eyes were blazing, and I almost felt a little intimidated. “I can’t believe you, you monster,” she whispered hotly. “I can’t believe you would beat up other guys for fun! What kind of a sick fuck are you?”

  “Oh, come on!” I cried, throwing my hands in the air. “What do you want me to say? That I hate doing it? I don’t, Caroline, it’s a part of being in the club. This kind of shit happens. This is how guys deal with their problems. We’re not women; we don’t talk about shit every time something goes wrong!”

  Tears filled her eyes as she tugged her tight blouse over her head. Not even the sight of Caroline’s generous cleavage could make me feel better.

  “I have to go,” she said. “It was a mistake for me to come here.”

  “Caroline, come on,” I pleaded. “Those other guys are assholes! They deserve it! Wait ’til I tell you about all the stuff they’ve done to me!”

  When she didn’t answer, I pressed on. “Look at my face! You can’t just expect me to get the shit beaten out of me and let it go, right? I mean, would you do that? I don’t think you would!”

  Caroline didn’t answer. She glared up at me as she tugged on her shoes. When she got to her feet, I watched her walk unsteadily towards the door.

  “Caroline, don’t go,” I told her. “Come on, it’s really late. Just stay overnight, and we’ll talk in the morning.”

  She looked at me with tears in her eyes. “I can’t,” she said after a pause. “I have to go. I don’t hang out with guys who are monsters,” she said after a moment, her hand on the knob. “I can’t believe you like to hurt people just for fun!”

  “That’s not what I said!” I argued, raking a hand through my hair in exasperation. But it was too late; she was gone. “Fuck,” I mumbled. “Way to fucking go, Carson. Another prizewinning night for yours truly!”

  Part of me hoped she’d come back, but her diminutive footsteps disappeared soon after she’d left. I stared at the door for a long time, but she didn’t reappear.

  Suddenly, I felt wide awake. The post-sex coma was no more, and my head was starting to pound. I reached up and found that the swelling was even worse than it had been before. With a sigh, I walked into the kitchen and yanked open the door of the fridge. There was a six pack in there, and I grabbed and it took it with me to the couch.

  Turning on the TV, I cracked open one of the beers and poured it down my throat. This was going to be a long night.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Caroline

  By the time I’d run out to the parking lot, I remembered that I didn’t have a ride home. Shit, I thought to myself. What now?

  Carson didn’t live in the best part of town, and I was more than a little worried about some creep picking me up. Finally, I remembered that I’d parked my car at Elizabeth’s. It was too late to call her, so I called a cab. It took forever to get there; by the time it arrived, my ass was numb from sitting on the curb. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. It was like I couldn’t even shed a tear for Carson. I felt so stupid for getting involved with someone like that in the first place. What kind of idiot thought that her new motorcycle club boyfriend wasn’t going to be a complete and total thug?

  “Boyfriend,” I muttered out loud. “Fuck that. I don’t need a boyfriend,” I said, louder this time. My voice sounded hollow and shrill in the dark nighttime air. “Forget that,” I added. I wanted to go home and sleep and forget the whole thing. Carson had been perfect: so intense, so charming, so demanding, so absolutely thrilling in bed. Of course there was a catch. There was always a catch. They were always secretly married or into weird shit or unable to hold down a job. It figured that Carson would be a sadistic prick under his seemingly-perfect and gruff exterior.

  The cabbie pulled up in front of me and rolled down his window. “Ms. Wagner? Did you call for a cab?”

  I nodded, blinking back tears. “Yeah, thanks,” I told him, climbing into the backseat. Giving him Elizabeth’s address, I closed my eyes and leaned against the seat. When I shifted, I could smell the scent of Carson’s bed wafting off my skin. It filled me with a mix of lust and regret. I decided that before I could sleep, I’d have to take a shower. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about Carson and all of the delicious things that he’d done to my body. I shivered.

  “You alright back there?” the cabbie called out. “You cold, ma’am?”

  “No,” I said, trying to sound cheerful. “I’m fine, thank you.”

  He grinned at me in the rearview mirror. It was a look I’d seen a hundred times before: “What’s a pretty girl like you doing looking so glum?” But it was a question that I was sick of answering, and I desperately hoped he wouldn’t bring up the apparently shocking condition of my mental health.

  “What are you up to by yourself this late?” the cabbie asked. I groaned inwardly. “Boyfriend’s baby mama come home and catch you?”

  “Not hardly,” I said. “I’m just tired, so if you could take me home, I’d appreciate that. Thanks.”

  The cabbie’s reflection in the tiny mirror looked chastened, and for a moment I felt bad about my little outburst. “Sorry,” I muttered. Either he didn’t hear me or he chose to ignore me, and I settled into the backseat as much as I could, trying to make myself invisible. By the time we got to Elizabeth’s, I was relieved to be on my own again.

  After tipping the cabbie generously, I climbed out of the backseat and got into my car, feeling weary. I couldn’t believe that twelve hours ago, I’d been so optimistic about the two of us. With a sinking feeling, I remembered what Carson had said.

  “Because I’ve been in so many fights I don’t remember them all. I mean, come on, Car. I’m in the Devil’s Own. We get in a lot of little tiffs with other gangs. You’ve heard of the Aztecs, right? I mean, shit, Tommy and I have put so many of those guys in the hospital. That’s how it is, though, especially right now. This gang war doesn’t come cheaply.”

  I shuddered. Gang war. I’d been involved with someone who was in a gang! It was too much to handle. When I slipped the key into the ignition of my car, I looked up at Elizabeth’s windows. The lights were on, but I knew that I couldn’t possibly wake her up. What was I supposed to say? “Sorry, I know it’s late, but I just found out that my boyfriend is in a gang!”

  Better just go home, I thought sadly. The streets were quiet, and I kept repeating Carson’s words in my head, over and over. I couldn’t believe that he’d been so forthcoming about being so violent. I’d thought that his attack on Lucas was something out of the ordinary, something to protect me. But turns out it was just another weekday for Carson Dover.

  Carson Dover. I cursed his name as I drove. I wished that I’d never heard it. I wished that I’d never told him about Lucas, or about me, or about those blasted naked pictures. I realized sadly that everything Elizabeth had told me was likely true; Carson was just the latest in a series of disappointing boyfriends. I had to look out for myself, because no one else would. And even if Carson did, did I really want him to? I shuddered as I imagined him controlling everyone in my life with violence. If Elizabeth had ever found out that Carson had beaten someone on my behalf, she’d be furious with me.

  It was just my luck, too. It was just like me to find someone, obsess over them, and then discover somewhere between date two and date four that they were an asshole. Jordan had been a manipulative dick, Will had been even worse. Sure, Carson wasn’t manipulative exactly, but he was a violent psycho. And that had to count for something, on the scale of Dating Guys Who Aren’t Good For You.

  “Where are all the nice men?” I wondered out loud. My apartment complex was practically empty. The parking lot was full of spaces, for once, and I was struck with a sudden lonely feeling. What if it was empty because everyone was out with their partners?

  Behind me, headlights bounced and trailed over m
y car. I frowned when they didn’t blink off. Instead, they stayed illuminated. Pain flashed through my head when I realized they were high beams, and they were glaring off all the shiny surfaces in my car.

  “Hey, asshole,” I muttered. “Quit it. Turn your fucking lights off!”

  I whipped my head around and looked behind me. The car looked familiar, but I couldn’t place it, until I heard laughter coming from the open driver’s side window. Oh, god, I thought, starting to panic. Lucas.

  Quickly, I threw my car into reverse and tried to back out of the space. Lucas’s car roared past me, blocking the entrance to the apartment complex. Cold fear crawled down my spine and I shivered. Maybe I can make it inside if I run, I thought. Just be faster than him and get inside. I mentally planned out the escape in my head: I’d flee the car and bolt up the back stairs, then let myself in. I’d have to be fast, but I might be able to do it. The driver’s side door on Lucas’s car opened and he got out, lurching on foot towards my car.

  Desperately, I flung the door open and leapt onto the pavement. As I ran, I tried to dig through my bag. My fingers groped balled-up tissues, sunglasses, lip balm—everything but the keys. The panic inside of me grew as my feet stumbled blindly in the darkness. From behind me, I could hear Lucas’s feet slapping against the pavement in blind pursuit.