Royal Blood Complete Series Box Set

by August Davies

  I looked up at Owen, his face only inches from mine. I stared into his eyes, wondering how somebody as hot as him could still be single. He was everything I ever wanted. I glanced down to his parted lips. I bet he tasted good.

  I reached up and planted my lips on his. Owen breathed in sharply, pulling me in. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pushed my body against him. He tasted better than I ever could've imagined.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Owen

  I dealt with death everyday of my life. I learned early on that you couldn't save everyone. No matter how much experience you had—sometimes people just died.

  I wished I could take away all of Ares' pain and anguish. He didn't explain exactly what happened but I got the idea that one of the Devil's Hellions members was shot and killed. What were they doing? It didn't matter. My poor King.

  I held him close on the bathroom tiles for what seemed like hours. His whimpering slowly faded away and he blew his nose and cleaned up his face. Kiss me, dammit! I didn't want to force it. He might not be in the mood.

  Ares looked deep into my eyes. My heart beat quickened and the butterflies crashed around in my stomach. He leaned in and kissed me. Time froze as his tongue ran over my lips and into my mouth. I moaned against him as our heads moved side to side.

  My hands rested on his strong chest, the Devil's Hellions tattoo burning brightly. Ares bent my neck and nestled in my crook, showering me with kisses. He tugged at my baggy shirt that I suddenly felt embarrassed about for wearing. I didn't know an unbelievably sexy man was going to drop by. I thought it was just going to be a quiet night with Winona.

  Ares pulled the shirt over my head and my chiseled chest. His fingers traced over my pecs, sending shivers down my spine. He kissed me again on the lips and moved his way down my neck and to my chest.

  Steam from the hot shower was filling the room.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?” Ares asked.

  I shook my head and my face flushed crimson.

  The teasing was absolutely tortuous. How much longer could I last?

  I quickly slid my sweatpants off and Ares ran his hands up my thighs. His eyes blazed desire and I knew he wanted me. His fingers hooked into waistband of my black boxer briefs and slowly peeled them down my legs.

  “Take me, Ares. I can't wait anymore,” I moaned.

  He grinned, wide-eyed, looking around at the bathroom. “Right here?”

  I bit my bottom lip. “Right here. Right now.”

  His fingers brushed against my erect shaft “You're so ready, baby.” Ares moved me over to the bathroom rug and laid me down. He fiddled with his belt and pulled his jeans down along with his boxer briefs. His massive erection flung out and was pulsing up and down.

  I sat up and reached for his shaft, stroking him. Ares arched his head back and moaned.

  “Lay back down,” he ordered.

  I let go of his manliness and lay down, ready to do whatever he wished. “Let me warn you that I haven't been with a man in years. Be gentle.”

  Ares' eyes narrowed. “Flip over on your stomach.”

  I flipped over for him. Ares came over until he was right behind my ass. His erection was so close yet so far. Ares kissed me on the back, claiming me again. I felt his tip at my entrance, knocking to come in. I gyrated my hips, trying to get him inside. But Ares wasn't done teasing yet.

  “I've wanted this ever since I woke up in that hospital bed,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Me too,” I replied but barely coherent.

  He pinned me beneath him, his perfect body hovering above. Ares pierced me with one thrust. We both cried out as he filled me up. “You're so fucking tight,” he murmured.

  I couldn't even respond. My brain had shut off and all I could do was feel. Feel his body against mine. Ares inside me, pulling in and out. I swayed my hips towards him, forcing Ares deeper and deeper. The pleasure was too much to handle. I couldn't last much longer.

  “Come for me, Owen,” Ares ordered.

  My whole body tensed up and a sudden explosion rippled through me as I came around him. Ares continued to fuck me harder and harder. Our bodies were red hot from the steam. Our sweat was sticky sweet.

  Ares stilled and bit his bottom lip hard. “Come with me, Owen.” Ares found his release, saying my name over and over. I shattered into a million tiny pieces, experiencing the most intense and uncontrollable orgasm ever. Ares collapsed on top of me, panting and full of happiness. Our heart beats raced together.

  “I'd forgotten what that felt like,” I said, exasperated.

  “I've never felt so close to somebody before,” Ares replied, rolling over next to me.

  “I've never come so fast before. How did you do it?”

  Ares ran his fingers through my hair. “We work well together, don't we?”

  I nodded and rested my head against his chest. My fingers traced the Devil's Hellions tattoo. Underneath it was a Latin phrase that I didn't understand—In Pace Ultio. “What does that mean?”

  Ares looked down at his chest. “Means Peace in Vengeance.”

  My eyebrows raised in suspicion. “Not a very happy motto.”

  “That's not the point. In my life, things can go very wrong at any moment. There's only one thing that can bring you peace.”

  I lifted my head up off his chest. “Did you already take revenge for Isaac?” I knew it was wrong to ask the second it left my lips. How could you be so stupid, Owen.

  Ares looked lost, staring off into space. “I did get revenge.”

  “Did you find peace?”

  Ares sniffled and shook his head. “Nothing will bring back Isaac. But at least he can rest knowing that his killer was brought to justice.”

  A tattoo of a small gun was marked on his side. “What's this one for?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

  Ares smiled. “I forgot about that one. That was my first tattoo—back when I joined Devil's Hellions.”

  “You mean you didn't get this spider tattoo first?”

  “No when I first joined I had to be a prospect for a year.”

  I scratched his head with my nails and Ares purred like a cat. “Prospect?”

  Ares closed his eyes, deep in thought. “Kind of like a pledge for a fraternity. You do all the shitty work the MC needs done. I got this gun tattooed on my side after my first week with Devil's Hellions. Isaac was with me at the time.” Ares smiled at the memory. “He wanted me to get a sword with fire but I thought a gun would be more badass.”

  I stood up and started putting my boxers back on. “You should take a shower. You'll feel better.”

  “Only if you take one with me.” Ares' lips stretched into a grin and he pulled me into his arms. I giggled as he nuzzled his nose against mine. Would I always be this happy with him? He had so much darkness surrounding him. How could we ever live a normal life?

  Chapter Nineteen

  Ares

  How could this be one of the worst nights of my life and the best at the same time? I lost Isaac but Owen—the sexy and understanding man made me feel so hopeful. That life isn't just about being an outlaw. It could be so much more. I just needed to trust him and follow his lead.

  “Only if you take one with me.” I latched onto him and pulled Owen to me. His lips tasted like candy and I couldn't let go, not even to breathe.

  I craned his neck to the side, revealing his bare and sensitive skin. I sucked on him, nibbling and love-biting. I looked at his backside in the bathroom mirror, mesmerized by his nice ass in boxers. I reached down and squeezed each cheek hard.

  Owen jumped at the pain and scoffed. I loved it when he was playfully mad at me. I escaped into the tall shower and closed the steamy door, shutting Owen out. The hot water hit my head and cascaded down my body, warming me all over. I closed my eyes and let it wash away all the pain.

  Owen knocked at the shower door. I could only see a naked silhouette of him through the fog. “Mr. King, the doctor is here to see you now.”
/>   I opened the door. “It's about time. I need my annual checkup.”

  Owen bounced into the shower, closing his eyes and soaking her blonde hair. His hands caressed my body, moving from my chest down my happy trail. “There's seems to be a problem down here.”

  I gasped. “What could it be, Doctor Holmes?”

  “You're abnormally thick and long,” he replied, gripping my erection. “We need to release the pressure immediately.”

  I nodded and bit my lower lip as he deftly stroked me. He was so good at this—too good at this. The pleasure was building more and more. I didn't want to come yet. It wasn't time yet. Owen kissed me and forced his tongue into my mouth. I had to snatch his hand away from my manliness before it was too late.

  I took a deep breath and refocused my energy. It was his turn to feel the unrelenting ecstasy. I stuck my index finger into Owen's mouth and he sucked on me hard.

  “I'm so ready for you,” Owen murmured.

  I moved my hand and grazed his hard cock. Owen moaned as I gripped his length. He was so thick that it was almost too easy. He collapsed against me, holding onto me tight. I kissed him hard as I stroked him harder and harder

  “That feels so good, Ares. Please don't stop,” Owen yelled.

  His body reacted with a spasm every time I squeezed. I could feel him become engorged. He was close. I curled my fingers and stroked faster. Owen opened his mouth and let out a groan, his body quivering all over.

  The sight of him coming almost made me climax too soon. I spun him around and pinned Owen against the shower door. The water from the shower hit the top of his back and ran down his spine. He pushed out his ass until he met my erection. I was pressed right in between his ass cheeks and Owen rubbed me up and down.

  “I'm going to have you now,” I whispered. Owen's hands moved to the top of the shower door to hang on. I slowly thrust into him, stretching and filling him. My fingers gripped onto his hips as I eased my way in and out. Over and over again, I drilled my way inside him and Owen moaned at the top of his lungs. My hips moved to the beat of my heart.

  “Harder, Ares,” he commanded.

  I pounded him against the shower door. “I'm close,” I warned Owen.

  “Wait for me,” he begged. I used every ounce of power to hold my orgasm at bay.

  Owen came around me, almost bucking me off her, and I finally found my sweet release. “Oh Owen,” I moaned.

  We fell to the shower floor in a sweaty and wet mess. “I never knew sex could be so good,” I said, chuckling to myself.

  “'Me either. My orgasms are like nuclear bombs going off inside me. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk for days.”

  I collected Owen in my arms and laid him against me. My heart was beating so fast against his back. No man had ever made me feel this way. “Do you ever get scared when you operate on someone?” I asked.

  “What made you think of that?” he replied, looked back at me.

  I shrugged. “Just curious I guess. I've never really been with a doctor before.”

  “The key to keeping calm is knowing how to control your fear. You must have some idea of the concept whenever you're in gunfight. When I was nine years old, my family went on a vacation to the Grand Canyon. It wasn't so much a vacation as it was a way for my father to educate us more. Anyways while I was admiring the massiveness of the canyon, I felt something on my foot. I looked down to see a black scorpion crawling across my sandal.”

  “Holy shit, that would have freaked me the fuck out.”

  Owen nodded. “I wanted to kick it away and run for the hills. But my dad noticed me and screamed to stay frozen. The scorpion stayed put and didn't move. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and my dad made me breathe in and out slowly. The fear slowly subsided and the scorpion moved along after a few moments. If my dad wasn't there, I would've tried to fling him off and I surely would've been stung. Now whenever something goes wrong in the operating room, I just remember to breathe until the fear goes away. Nothing could be scarier than a scorpion about to strike.”

  I shivered. “I hate bugs. I would have kicked it away no matter what.”

  “I can't imagine you hating bugs.” Owen laughed, pointing at my tattoo.

  “Silly man, that isn't real. But if an actual Devil's Hellions was around, I'd already be out of the apartment.”

  Owen patted my leg. “Don't worry, Ares, I'll protect you.”

  I sneaked my hands under his armpits and tickled him until he apologized.

  After we both calmed down, I looked at my fingers. “Might be time to get out now, I'm all pruned.”

  Owen wrapped my arms around him. “But it feels so nice in here.”

  I smiled and raked my fingers through his hair. I never wanted to leave. Owen was someone I could actually commit to. A man who was my equal. Someone I could love.

  Chapter Twenty

  Owen

  The clock radio next to my bed started to ring at eight in the morning. My hand reached out from under the covers and searched around until I found the snooze button. Strong arms wrapped around me and a sculpted body spooned me from behind. I looked over to see Ares all naked and smiling next to me.

  “Good morning, Owen.” Ares yawned.

  “I didn't think you were the type of guy to stay the night.”

  “There's always a first for everything.” Ares kissed me and his morning breath didn't even bother me.

  I rolled over and nestled in the nook between his arm and chest. “Can we stay in bed all day?”

  Ares traced his fingers across the bare skin of my arm. “I wouldn't want anything more.”

  Was this really happening? Did I really sleep with the biker? I wanted to pinch myself to make sure it wasn't a dream. I'd never felt this happy before. Not even when I graduated from med school or became a real doctor. I always thought I'd dedicate my life to my career—that it would be enough to satisfy me.

  I didn't know what I was missing.

  I felt this overwhelming love for Ares. I'd only known him for a short while but it felt right. Felt like we belonged together. But could this really work? We were so different. Could I stay with an outlaw?

  “Do you think we could really work together?”

  Ares lifted my chin until his gaze met mine. “Don't we deserve to be happy?”

  I kissed him, feeling his strong embrace. “Yes,” I replied. “How about some breakfast?” I asked.

  Ares nodded. “Sounds fantastic. I didn't know you knew how to cook.”

  I laughed. “I don't actually. My sister Winona has been doing all the cooking even though she isn't very good either.”

  Ares cocked an eyebrow.“She's the one that said she'll kill me if I hurt you, right?”

  I sucked my lips in. “Yep, she's the one. I'm sorry, she's actually pretty harmless.”

  Ares hid behind the sheets. “I think I'll stay here why you go find us some breakfast.”

  I swung my legs over him and straddled his hips. “Don't tell me the great Ares King is afraid of a girl?”

  Ares swung a pillow out of nowhere and hit me right in the face. He could barely contain his laughter. I scoffed and grabbed my own pillow, swinging with all my might. My hit didn't even phase him. Ares attacked with his tickling that rendered me useless. I fell over and Ares rolled on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. His dark eyes gazed into mine, his lips all serious.

  “I'm never going to leave you, Owen Holmes.” He bent down and bit my bottom lip.

  “You better not, or I'll hunt you down,” I replied, kissing him passionately.

  Maybe an outlaw and a doctor could actually be together?

  THE END

  Hatred

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  Desc
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  How did I get here?

  I didn't want to get mixed up in all this.

  I liked my life the way it was.

  But he wasn't going to let me go.

  I hated that man's guts. I never wanted to see him again.