Forging Blade (Charon MC Book 11)

by Khloe Wren

  “We’ll talk later. Nothing happened directly related to you. It just fucking reminded me of what could happen. I need you so fucking badly right now. Tell me I can have you. Tell me you’re mine.”

  It was becoming obvious he had an obsession with hearing me tell him I was his. It was becoming obvious I wasn’t the only one in this relationship with issues.

  I wriggled until I could shift my legs to either side of his hips so his hard erection slid against my core, then I spoke. “I’m all yours, Blade. Only yours.”

  He shifted his weight to one elbow and lifted the other palm to stroke down my face and over my hair before running it down my arm. Lacing his fingers through mine, he lifted my hand up above my head, pressing it hard into the pillow before shifting his weight to do the same on the other side. Then his lips were back on mine, kissing me deeply as he switched his hold so both of my wrists were trapped in one of his palms. Every time we had sex, Blade took control. Each time he pushed it a little further, and with each new experience he gave me, the memories of the past were driven further and further away.

  He lifted my leg so my knee was high against his ribs before he ended our kiss to lean back a little. Taking my ankle in his palm, he raised it to his shoulder so the back of my leg was pressed against the hard plains of his torso. This new position had me wide open to him, which he took instant advantage of as his fingers went straight for my core, toying with the moisture he found waiting for him.

  “Hmm, so wet for me.”

  He kept his gaze on mine as he thrust two fingers inside me, twisting until he found that sensitive spot I’d believed was a myth before him. With a gasp, I arched my back as arousal shot through me like a tidal wave.

  “That’s it, gorgeous. Sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and you’re all fucking mine.”

  He bent his head down to nip at my jaw as he pressed into me again and I flew apart, calling out his name as I came hard.

  I was still floating back into myself when he pushed his erection inside me. One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt. I yelped in shock as his girth stretched my sensitive muscles still recovering from my first orgasm. He let my leg drop down around his waist and he buried his face in against my throat as he started to move. I felt every ridge of him as he shifted in and out of me, slow and deep at first. His free hand slid up my rib cage until he had my breast in his palm. He shifted his mouth to nip and suck on my collarbone as he pinched my nipple. I tugged at my hands, trying to get them free as he sent me hurtling toward another climax with how he was playing my body.

  He rubbed his beard over the sensitive spot he’d just sucked before lowering to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard as he pinched the other one and I bucked against him. “Fuck!”

  The curse left me on a rush. He was teasing the hell out of me but still fucking me so slowly I couldn’t quite go over the edge.

  “Blade, please.”

  With a final lick across my beaded nipple, he lifted his face to look into my eyes. “Please what, gorgeous?”

  “Harder, I need you to fuck me harder.”

  The grin he gave me bordered on sardonic and had my heart rate speeding up before he released my hands and shifted to kneel between my thighs.

  “I’ll always give you want you need, little dove.”

  He pulled me off his rigid dick and flipped me over onto my front before I knew what he was up to. With gentle hands on my hips, he pulled me until I was on all fours. He cupped my mound in his palm, slipping three of his thick fingers inside me as he shifted my knees outward and made room for himself. His soft lips trailed kisses up my spine and I trembled from the sensations he was raining down on me.

  “This okay, or do you need to see my eyes?”

  I shook my head. “I know it’s you. Please, don’t stop.”

  “I’m not ever going to stop, Veronica.”

  Tears stung my eyes at him using my alias. It was a reminder of all the secrets that were still between us, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it, because he slammed back into me, going deeper in this position. I dropped my head as I panted through the bite of pain that mixed in with the pleasure. Blade was not a small man, but I wasn’t complaining. I loved the burn of him stretching me. How hard he took me, like he couldn’t wait to get deep inside.

  His fingers bit into my hips as he set up a fast, hard pace, slamming into me. I reached a hand out and pressed my palm against the headboard to stop myself from sliding too far forward. He growled and paused in his thrusts to lean over my body, He was so much bigger than me, he caged me in beneath him. Putting all his weight on one arm, he slide his other palm up my front. When he tweaked a nipple, I clenched down on him with a moan. He had me near mindless with arousal. Then he started to move his hips again, thrusting in and out of my tight channel as his hand rose higher up my body until he had his fingers wrapped around the front of my throat. My pulse hammered against his fingers and he dropped his head against my back as he continued to take me hard and fast, just like I wanted him to.

  My body was a live wire, so close to the edge I whimpered with his every thrust. His body trembled against mine, telling me he was just as close. He shortened his thrusts, running the head of his dick over my g-spot with every glide, then he shifted his hand and flicked his thumb over my clit and I was gone.

  “Blade!”

  Stars filled my vision before it went black, the orgasm was that intense.

  Blade

  Her body clenched down on me hard as she came and it was all I needed to go over the edge myself. Coming hard and filling her up. Aw, fuck. I wasn’t wearing a damn condom. There wasn’t a damn fucking thing I could do about it now, no way could I pull out when she was so fucking perfect surrounding me. I kept thrusting into her—slow, deep strokes as she melted beneath me into the mattress as she came down from her high. I’d also risked playing with her clit again. Over the week, I’d pushed a few of her limits, seeing if I could erase some of her triggers. I hoped that the fact she didn’t freeze up – in a bad way – when I flicked her clit just now meant she’d managed to move past that particular one. I loved making her come and not being able to stimulate her clit with my hands when I was making love to her made that more difficult to accomplish.

  Once I was empty, I pulled gently from her, hating how she tensed and winced as I left her body. I knew I was a fucking bastard for even thinking it, but damn, I loved the sight of my cum on the insides of her thighs, marking her as mine in the most primal of ways. Pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade, I slipped from her bed and went to the bathroom to clean up and get a washcloth to clean her. I was careful as I wiped her tender pussy, cleaning away my seed from her despite the fact I’d like nothing more than for her to sleep with me all over her. That there was more of me inside of her would have to be enough to placate my inner beast for now.

  Fuck, I hoped she didn’t get too mad when I told her that I’d forgotten to wrap up. I’d never done that before. But then, I’d never had a woman I wanted to keep forever, either. If she got pregnant, it was another tie to bind us. Another way I could hold onto her forever.

  “Veronica?” I winced as I tried to work out how to voice what I needed to say.

  She sat up and took the cloth from my hands, setting it on the bedside table before turning her full attention to me.

  “Just say it, Blade. Whatever it is, just let it out and we’ll deal with it.”

  Fuck, but she humbled me. I could see in her face she was expecting me to say something horrible, but she was in warrior mode and wasn’t going to let me see she was scared.

  “I forgot the condom, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. I’ve never forgotten to wrap up before and I promise I’m clean.”

  The smile that lit up her face had me relaxing.

  “Honey, stop worrying. I’ve been on birth control since I was a teen to regulate my cycle, so we’re good there, and I’m clean too.”

  She patted the mattress next to her and I took the invite. Spoo
ning up behind her so I could wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly against me. Assuring myself she was safe and whole.

  I’d gone with the rest of the club to go rescue Needles’ woman last night. A fucking cult leader had taken her and had her chained up in a fucking basement. Had made her watch as he tortured another male victim. I’d been with the team that had gone upstairs and found his first victim drugged out of her mind, being raped by two of the cult’s men. Those images would haunt my sleep for years. I mentally shook my head. They’d just add to the hundreds that already plagued my sleep. But seeing it all had me thinking of Veronica, of what might happen if I didn’t get more information out of her about her past. If someone did manage to take her, I wouldn’t even know where to start looking. It wasn’t good enough. The time had come for her to share her fucking secrets with me.

  Her hand slid over my arm, gently brushing over the nearly healed burn scars before lacing her fingers with mine and trying to pull my arm away from her body.

  “Too tight, honey.”

  “Shit. Sorry, love.”

  I forced myself to loosen my hold, even though it was the very last thing I wanted to do. She rolled over to look up into my face, lifting her hand to run her fingers down the side of my face and through my beard.

  “What happened to have you this strung out?”

  “We went on a rescue mission last night. A brother’s woman had been snatched. We got her back, but the things that we saw there—” I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut. “We’d been in time to save her, but it got me thinking—if you got taken, I’d have no fucking clue how to find you.”

  I had to pause to clear my throat. Just the thought of someone taking her from me had my heart tearing apart. I reached over and hit the switch for her lamp before I rested up on my elbow so I could look into her gaze and see her fully.

  “I know I said I’d wait till you were ready, but it’s too dangerous to wait. I need you to trust me, Veronica. Tell me what I need to know to come rescue you should the worst happen.”

  Her eyes showed me every emotion I was bringing out. Gone was the contentment our lovemaking had brought her, and in its place was fear and resignation.

  “Doesn’t matter what you tell me. You’re mine. I’m not letting you go. I fucking love you, Veronica. That ain’t gonna change, no matter what happened in your past.”

  Shock filtered through her expression. “You love me?”

  I shook my head at myself. Fuck, I had the worst timing. I hadn’t meant to blurt that out just now. She deserved a better declaration. I cupped her face in my palm and lowed my lips to hers, taking her mouth gently, with reverence, before lifting away a fraction.

  “For the first time in my life, I’ve fallen. I’m yours, little dove. My heart and soul are yours. And I can’t stand the thought I could lose you because I waited to hear your secrets. Please, I’m begging you to tell me what I need to know to keep you safe.”

  She blinked rapidly, trying to contain tears, but a couple slipped free and I kissed them away, hating that I’d made her cry.

  “If I tell you, you have to promise me you won’t go hunting him. I know him. What he’d do to you. You’re not the only one who’s fallen hard here and I can’t imagine life without you either, so promise me you will not go running off to take him out. I haven’t heard a peep or seen any sign of him in the seven years I’ve been here. I don’t want to bring his attention to me, which chasing him down would do. I’d lose you and end up back under his control. I don’t think I could escape him again. He’d make sure to cut off all my means of escape this time.”

  The spark of happiness that she was falling for me was quickly trampled by all my concerns for her. Who the hell had hurt her? She knew who I’d been, knew what the club I was now a part of was capable of. It killed me she was still so scared of whoever this fucker was. I hated that I had to make this vow and keep it, or I’d lose her.

  “I promise to not make the first move against him, but if he or any of his men come anywhere near you, all bets are off. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you, Veronica. Don’t ever doubt that.”

  She took a deep breath then licked her lips.

  “Veronica Jones isn’t my real name. I was born Victoria Jovan. The only daughter of Donald and Thelma Jovan. I was raised in Greenswood, about an hour northwest of Dallas. My father’s older brother, Allen Jovan, is the mayor—”

  Rage had my vision turning red as I concluded what the A on her tattoo stood for. “He fucking tattooed you, didn’t he? Your asshole uncle fucking inked your skin.”

  She winced and nodded. “Yeah, had to mark his property. He did that after I escaped the first time.”

  “The first fucking time?”

  She’d gotten away before only to be caught? What the fuck?

  She blew out a breath, looking frustrated. “Do you want the whole story, or for me to answer your questions? Either way, this is a one-time deal. I don’t want to ever talk about this shit ever again.”

  I took her hand in mine, kissing her palm before putting it over my heart like she’d done a few times when she’d needed comfort. She instantly pressed her hand flat against my pectoral, no doubt so she could feel my heart beat against her. I had no idea why it brought her comfort, but was grateful I could provide her some.

  “Sorry, little dove. Give it all to me.” And I’d try like hell to stay quiet.

  “My uncle never married, never had any children. I was the only child in the family, so naturally my uncle came around a lot to spend time with me. He’d always offer to babysit whenever my parents had to both work at the same time, or if they wanted a date night. They had no clue what he was doing.” She paused to take another deep breath and dug her fingers into my chest. “He groomed me. As far back as I can remember, I recall him stripping us both down and sitting on the couch with me. Watching movies. Getting me used to his body, to his touch. It didn’t turn sexual until I was older. He was slow and gentle with his seduction of me. Pushing me further a little at a time. He’d sit with me and watch soft porn, touching me like they were on the screen, asking me how nice it felt. And coaxing me into the returning the attention to him. As I got older, the porn we’d watch got harsher and his touch was more invasive.”

  I was going to be sick. Bile rose up my throat and I had to focus to force it down. Veronica’s voice had gone monotone, her eyes glassy. She’d disconnected from the story she was telling, for which I was fucking grateful. No fucking wonder she didn’t want to tell anyone this shit. That fucking bastard had played a long game, screwing with her body and mind from when she’d been a baby.

  “I was thirteen when he first raped me. He told me it wasn’t rape. That because he’d taken care of me, got me soft and wet for him before he took me, that I’d wanted it. He’d trained my body to respond to him. It took me six months before I worked up the courage to talk to my parents about it. They were mortified, and assured me it was indeed rape. But my uncle was powerful. We had to be careful. Allen Jovan was already the mayor, and was not an upstanding citizen at all. He was crooked as hell. Had connections and dirt on a lot of people, which he used often to get his way in all things. I highly doubt he got elected honestly. Bribes, extortion, blackmail—you name it, he was involved. It meant we couldn’t take it to the police, too many of them were in his pocket. The only thing my parents could think to do was to send me away to boarding school.”

  My hand ached, I had my fist clenched so hard in the sheets of her bed. I knew I’d regret making that promise to not go hunt that fucker down when I made it, but I had no idea I’d regret it this much. Death was too good for the bastard.

  “I got six months of peace there before—” She cleared her throat and her body shuddered. “Before he killed my parents. It was declared an accident. My father lost control of the car and it went off a cliff. But I knew it was my uncle’s work. He saw me as his and wanted me back. As my only remaining relative, he got his wish. The state gave him full cus
tody and I was removed from boarding school and brought to his home.” She shifted closer to me and I gathered her in my arms, lying on my side with her curled against me. She shifted her hand and pressed her ear to my heart and I stroked her hair while I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. I wanted to say so much, but I didn’t want to stop her from talking. Just like she didn’t want to ever speak of this again, I never wanted to hear it. Think about it. But I knew I would, I’d be seeing her as a young girl being abused by a monster in my nightmares for the rest of my life. No doubt, just like she did.

  Veronica

  I could hardly believe I was spilling all my secrets like this, but it was like a flood. Once I started, it all just flowed out of me. I cuddled in closer, pressing my ear to his heart so the steady beat kept me grounded and I could finish this horror story that was my life.

  “It got worse once he had full control of me. He did the tattoo himself on my first night back. I was so upset at losing my parents. I knew then it was him who was behind it, but I had nothing to fight him with. I was overwrought with my grief and he had his men hold me down after he stripped me so he could mark my body as his. Then he raped me while they held me down. He let them paw at me and shove their dicks in my mouth while he flicked my clit until I got wet for him. He always made sure I came. He said it wasn’t rape that way, if I got mine. But that was bullshit. I believed my parents when they told me he was wrong. Even with all his grooming and conditioning, I knew he was wrong. I didn’t want him touching me at all, let alone being inside me. It was horrible. He never let anyone other than himself penetrate me, but the others were allowed to watch him do it and touch me, or take my mouth while he did. It was hell. Pure hell.”

  Blade’s grip had tightened on me. His heart had sped up and I knew he was on edge from listening to what I was saying. It all proved he really did care for me. Not that I’d doubted his words, but with how tight his muscles were and the barely contained fury on my behalf that was radiating off his body, there was no question how he felt.