No Saint (Blood Legion MC Book 3)

by Rie Warren

  Couldn’t have been more wrong.

  From inside, Honoré produced . . . a bottle of lube?

  “You’ve always been plenty wet before,” I grumbled.

  Granted, it took me a moment to catch on because all the remaining blood in my body rushed south of the border to make my cock lurch and swell harder.

  Then she revealed a short, fat, almost cone-shaped steel . . .

  Holy fucking fuck!

  A butt plug?

  “You’ve never fucked my ass before.” Voice sultry, she ringed her fingers around the plug like she was giving me a hand job.

  I groaned, steam rising from my skin. Lube and plug and . . . she made me so hot I started sweating.

  “I’ve been prepping myself for you.”

  “Oh fuck.” My fists balled, muscles flexing, and I was one more word away from taking her without any more preparation at all.

  Kinky. Jesus fuck. That was definitely the word for the night.

  “Wanna play, Saint?”

  That was it. I launched myself at her, only tempering my charge at the last second. My lips hit hers, starving and at full tilt, but I caressed her in whisper-strokes at first. Christ, I needed a photo of her in this cock-blowing get up.

  I wrapped my hands around her waist. I dragged my fingertips from her neck to her tummy. I flicked down the cups holding her tits in place, bending her back so I could suck the sweet pebbled flesh into bright pink arousal.

  Hands mauling the bare cheeks of her ass, I pinned her against my body.

  My cock raged between us, still caged and continuously leaking precum.

  I withdrew, hands still grasping her rear end, just long enough to grunt out, “I want to keep this on you for the first part.”

  “The first part?” Honoré’s tone smoky like when she sang, she blinked up at me through heavy lidded eyes.

  “The first part.” One corner of my mouth curled up, and I manhandled her onto the huge bed.

  Standing in front of her, I finally got rid of my suit pants and briefs. My cock slapped up—heavy, full, and throbbing.

  She sucked in a shuddering breath, her tits jutting out, the crotch of her teddy so very wet. I licked my lips in anticipation of licking her.

  Prowling onto the bed from the bottom, I jerked her legs wide open.

  Honoré gasped then grasped her tits. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, and I watched the pink buttons push through her knuckles.

  So fucking hot.

  Staring at her wetness seeping through the gusset of the lavender lingerie, I spread her thighs wider.

  “Fuck.” My cheeks slanted, my mouth watered, my body tensed.

  Then I struck.

  Fingers roughly pulling the fabric aside, I slid the tip of my tongue up through her slit.

  Her feminine essence stiffened my cock even more, and I launched back onto her. Latched back onto her. Mouth wide, I slurped her slippery juice, touching every sexy frill before thrusting my tongue inside her hole.

  She whimpered, hips rocking and, when I looked up, she’d pressed her palms against the headboard to shove back at me.

  With her clit teased by the tip of my tongue, I spanked the insides of her thighs then the crests of her ass to get her legs higher.

  She creamed on my face and in my mouth—squealing—as she raised her legs.

  I tugged that thin string from between her cheeks and watched as her honey funneled down to the crevice of her tight ass.

  I kept eating her, tickling her with my goatee, fingering her softly with one digit drilling inside her pussy. With the lube and plug rolling on the bed beside me, I began my own preparations.

  I tried to concentrate on what I was doing, but it was hard with Honoré wriggling against my lapping tongue. It was hard with my cock pulsing and bigger than ever.

  It was hard just popping the cap on the damn lube bottle.

  When I had everything ready, I gentled my tongue. Christ. I had a rosy cunt in front of me and a rosy asshole just below.

  Fuck.

  No brainer.

  I went for the drizzle of pussy juice gathered in the deep well of her ass.

  Slathering my tongue from her drenched slit to her tight little opening, I sucked around the tissue.

  Honoré drew up and screamed. “Jesus, Saint! That feels crazy.”

  I blew a hot stream of breath across the star of flesh. “Crazy good or crazy bad.”

  “Good, damn you!”

  Barking a short laugh, I went back down on her.

  I played with her soaked sex and lathed my tongue all around her tight tissue until I could slowly burrow inside.

  Tight.

  Motherfucking tight and hot, and she screamed again.

  She goddamn creamed again.

  Puckering my lips one last time around her ass, I moved up to her twitching gash.

  Yeah.

  That made her soaking fucking wet.

  Slurping up her fresh cum, I carefully inserted the well-lubed plug into her rear passage.

  She keened and shuddered and arched, but she never shrank away. I kept my tongue on her clit like a trigger and the pressure on her ass constant but gentle.

  And I couldn’t believe it when the wide cylinder of the plug got swallowed inside her ring of flesh.

  Drawing back immediately, I looked Honoré all over.

  She seemed to be on the verge of another orgasm—her entire body flushed, her lips parted, her eyes dazed and desperate . . .

  My cock rose upright, rigid as a bone and the head purple.

  Lowering my body, I grinned before planting my mouth on hers.

  Her lids fluttered down, tongue coming out to touch mine.

  My hand around the base of my cock, I aimed the head at her hot opening.

  I’d take her pussy first before devastating her ass.

  With her knees fitted against my elbows spreading her wider, I slammed inside.

  Honoré lofted up, eyes opening in a wild flutter.

  I gave her long thick jabs of my pierced cock, my forceful position making the plug dig deeper into her ass with each savage thrust.

  I gave it to her until she shrieked, and the plug had to be adding to the insane stimulation.

  Grunting, straining, I hammered home one last time before cum blasted from my balls to paint her pussy.

  The release so great, I bowed backward and bellowed with my pelvis jammed tight against her.

  Great big giant breaths clawed their way from my chest, and I pulled out of her with care.

  My load immediately began seeping from her cunt to join with her juice and all the lube.

  “We’re not done yet.” My voice sounded menacingly low, but I couldn’t help it.

  Honoré moaned and stretched, like she was offering herself to me.

  With her still on her back, I slowly removed the teddy. I’d ripped the lingerie in some places, but I didn’t feel bad about that at all.

  It was a miracle I didn’t shred the thing straight off her at this point.

  Pounding lust still sang through my veins.

  She wriggled the teddy off then placed her hand on my stomach, which made me grunt.

  “Let me get you hard again,” she husked out.

  I looked down with a quirked brow. My dick remained demanding at full staff.

  Just the thought of doing her in the ass made veins thicken with blood, and my balls weren’t empty by a longshot.

  She pushed me back, and I groaned when my cock slapped up to my stomach. She crawled between my legs; her ass lifted up behind her like a visual tease of the fuck to come.

  Her hand steadied my rod, and her mouth lowered over the helmet. She pursed her lips around me, driving another couple thick inches to the back of her hot wet mouth.

  My thighs jerked, and I clasped a handful of her hair. She lifted off, licking all around my piercing and the sensitive frenulum. Then she lapped at my dripping cock, slurping up her juices and the remnants of my cum until I couldn
’t bear it anymore.

  Pulling her off my swollen prick, I mashed my mouth to hers. Biting and kissing and licking her, I got hold of the lube bottle. She mewled when I drew away from her, but then moaned when I flipped her around so she was on all fours in front of me.

  Damn . . . that ass with the butt plug inserted.

  I rubbed my palms all over her then opened her cheeks more. As I licked at the base of her spine where two deep dimples made divots of her skin, I gently twisted the plug, and she hissed.

  With careful movements, I pulled the plug free then looked down to watch her opened ring of flesh palpate.

  “Holy hell, baby.” On my knees behind her, I gripped her ass in one hand and pooled a river of lubricant down onto her hole.

  She moaned when the cool liquid splashed against her virgin ass.

  I rubbed the slippery oil all around then cautiously pushed one finger then two into her bottom.

  There was no way in hell I’d ever have gotten my cock in there if it hadn’t been for the plug.

  “Does that hurt?” I started slowly fingering her ass open.

  “N . . . n . . . no.” Her voice trembled, and she shook her head.

  “Good.” My jaw clenched, and I dragged my fingers from her to slather rivers of slick lube all over my shaft.

  So goddamn sensitive and ready to fuck, I could hardly handle my dick this way.

  My cock gleaming and jutting out, her hole shiny wet and visibly pulsing, I pushed up closer behind her.

  My dick reamed along the crevice of her ass before I angled the stiff flesh down.

  My piercing knocked against her rosy crinkle, and her head kicked up.

  She glanced back, eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.

  Honoré nodded, and I began gently easing inside.

  Watching the metal piercing and my thick purple glans pressing into her ass nearly made me lose my nut.

  “God, Saint!”

  My entire helmet inside her, I kept going with slow persistence.

  “There’s more?” she asked in a strained voice while my cock invaded her ass.

  “Oh yeah.” I reached up to skim my hand down the graceful line of her back. “There’s more.”

  “Unnnnh, god.”

  Spreading her and stretching her, I finally speared all the way into her back passage that engulfed me in a tight inferno.

  “Ahhh, hell.” I growled and swore.

  I shuddered and grunted and pinned her ass against my groin.

  I swiveled my hips and pushed even deeper, my heavy nuts grinding against her slippery cunt as my pierced knob bottomed out.

  Honoré’s head came up, and she gasped my name.

  Hands hard on her rump, I withdrew to the point of my blood-bloated cockhead. I spilled more slick lube over my throbbing shaft then plunged back inside her ass.

  All the way.

  Every time.

  With a final harsh buck, I reached maximum depth.

  Honoré’s moans turned to cries, and her head thrashed from side to side. She clenched bunches of bedding in her fists, her plump ass rocking back to meet my ever-faster, ever-harder thrusts.

  I grunted like a goddamn animal, plundering the treasure of her sweltering ass. Sweat dripped down my chest, precum and lube making a hot wet sound with each rough stroke. And my piercing, my cock, must’ve knocked a goddamn sweet spot inside her, because she erupted.

  Her ass locked down on me and squeezed, squeezed, squeezed while she screamed, screamed, screamed.

  Pushing against her ass that convulsed around me, I drew my cock out. Then I drove mightily back into her.

  “Goddammit, Honoré!” All the force in my body centered on my balls slammed against her pussy and my cock pumping out stream after stream of cum. “Fucking fuuuuck.”

  My heart hammered, and my head cranked back on my neck. My eyes slammed shut as groans rumbled from my mouth.

  I rubbed my hands from Honoré’s bottom to her back, tenderly caressing her as my respiration tried to go back to normal.

  When I felt like I was no longer in danger of passing out from too much pleasure, I slowly withdrew my cock from her.

  She wiggled a little then sighed when I was finally all the way out.

  I climbed up next to her and rolled her against me. “You okay?”

  “That felt insane.” Her head lolled on my shoulder.

  I hoped I hadn’t sexually wrecked her.

  “Insane good or insane bad?” Frowning, I tried to smooth some of the snarls from her hair.

  “Good insane. So different. But that is not going to be a regular thing.”

  Chuckling, I notched her face up to mine.

  I gave her a soft whisper of a kiss. “I can live with that. Whatever you want, baby, you know that.”

  “And I’m leaking.”

  Huh? Oh. Ohhhh, yeah.

  I’d packed her pretty full of cum. Twice.

  Climbing from the bed, I padded to the bathroom. I quickly splashed cool water over myself then dried off. Then I brought a warm damp washcloth back to the bed, and I can’t lie, seeing my cum funnel from Honoré’s ass was a ball-tightening sight.

  “Don’t even think about it,” she scolded, glancing back at me while I drooled over her bottom.

  My innocent expression was probably a complete failure, so I gave up and started grinning. Rubbing the pinkened flesh of her ass, I carefully dabbed at her.

  When I had her cleaned up, I returned the washcloth to the bathroom then slipped into bed with her. I slid some covers over us and plumped the pillows behind my head.

  Kissing her again, I hummed against the softness of her lips.

  Her eyelids drifted low, and she propped a little higher to scan my face. “What are you so pleased about?”

  “Nothin’. Just . . . I love you, you know?” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering on her cheek.

  Her mesmerizing eyes took on a coy glint. “But I hated you at first. I was horrible.”

  I bit down on my smug grin. “Stone cold, baby. You were stone cold.”

  She dipped her head to kiss along the cords of my throat, swirling her tongue around as she murmured, “What if I don’t really like you?”

  Pulling her all the way on top of me, I nudged her lips with mine. “It’s better if you love me.”

  Her expression became soft and serious. “You found me, Saint.”

  “And you freed me.”

  Lips ghosting across mine, she whispered, “I love you so much.”

  My heart swelled fit to burst through my chest, and I squeezed her to me. “There now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  She giggled then began grinding the sleekness of her pussy over my already stiffening cock. “Something sure is hard though.”

  “Always . . . with you.” I grinned and skimmed my hands from her waist to her breasts.

  “You can’t be serious.” She tried to act put out, but I wasn’t buying it.

  “Only with you, baby.”

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  Chapter One

  BOOM!

  THE NIGHT HAD BEEN nothing short of shitty. Scratch that. More like motherfucking hellish and scary as hell. A bunch of Cuban cunts raided my Retribution house looking for a little retri-damn-bution of their own. One bad dude named Vicente Valderas had led the cartel. But
he wasn’t as bad as we were.

  Valderas seemed to think Hunter owed him because of the undercover X-Ops takedown last spring of his one-percenter MC, the Tampa Bay Outlaws.

  And he’d traveled all the way to Mt. Pleasant, South Carolina, with his new crew, the Miami Muerte, seeking said payback.

  Not gonna happen.

  Only one good thing had come from the night’s disastrous events. A potential few moments alone with Rayce, thanks to Hunter’s savvy. He was a good man to have in your corner, with a cool head in action and a steady gun hand. Even if he had just committed murder in my MC barroom.

  I’d have done the same damn thing if anyone dared harm Rayce. And she wasn’t even my woman.

  Yet.

  Goddamn Rayce. She’d flat out refused to leave Retribution when Vicente had let all the innocent bystanders go. She would not leave while he held her best friend JB at gunpoint.

  Jesus Christ.

  Not that I could blame her.

  Brodie, Frankie, Tail, Handsome, Cole, Tuck, and I had made our stand with Hunter instead of letting him face the threat alone.

  But, damn, that woman.

  Rayce was a spitfire. A sexy badass. She always tangled with me.

  And that was fine.

  When she blatantly tangled with danger? Not fucking fine.

  As the action went down—Hunter getting jumped, aka basically beaten until it seemed like he was half dead even though he never fell to his knees—I kept Rayce in my peripheral vision.

  All I wanted to do was shove her behind my back or out the door to safety. But I knew the woman. Fucking stubborn.

  Then all hell broke loose. Valderas lost the plot when an explosion from outside the building rocked the clubhouse on its foundations. Action erupted on all sides, and my heart about leaped into my throat. Serious protective urges rushed through my body, making my muscles hard, my skin tight. I had a single goal: keep Rayce and my brothers safe amid the hail of knives, guns, fists, bullets.

  I was right there in the middle of the lethal brawl. Throwing punches, slamming bodies, trying to get to Rayce. I’d barely looked over in time to push Cole out of the way so a fast flying slug didn’t plug him in the chest.