Save Grace (Blood Legion MC Book 2)

by Rie Warren

  Such was the man.

  He sort of smiled when he saw the maternity band of my jeans.

  I sort of bit my lip and helped him along by lifting my hips when he began to slide them down.

  I played my fingers through the inky hair of his bent head as he peeled the jeans all the way off—caught in a web I couldn’t explain.

  If Killian could’ve been the father . . .

  And I gasped at the sheer force of his gaze when he looked back up at me—over the new mound of my belly, over the full globes of my breasts—from between my spread legs.

  Still captured by his eyes, I lay back on my elbows.

  His gaze riveted to the upthrust of my tits.

  He licked his lips, a muscle ticking at the back of his jaw while his hands coasted up my inner thighs.

  “I wanna take these off now.” His fingers whispered over my lace panties.

  “Yes.”

  A carnal grin skipped across his lips.

  Then he shredded the panties from my body.

  And I knew what he was fully capable off.

  I wanted that.

  I wanted him.

  I wanted Killian Slade to unleash himself on me.

  With hands tucked around my hips, he slid me up onto the bed. Into the center of the bed. And he prowled right after me. Between my legs.

  Fully clothed, he was formidable.

  I imagined he’d be absolutely unparalleled naked.

  Rooted in stillness, I trembled against the pillows. Not scared. Not afraid.

  Thrilled with expectation.

  I knew Killian would deliver.

  “I want to make you come, sweetheart.”

  My heart pounded, and my pulse kicked up in warmth roaring all the way to my pussy.

  His hot wet lips first paid homage to my belly. His silent, obvious benediction nearly spiked tears to my eyes.

  He didn’t linger long, just enough to let me know he accepted what was ultimately mine.

  Cruising up over my body, he took my mouth in a sweeping kiss. When I tried to pull him harder against me, he trailed lower. I arched my neck to his biting and his sucking, fire traipsing through me from every point he touched.

  Lower, Killian laved across the upper curves of my breasts. I jutted them higher, my nipples begging for the same treatment. He met my gaze, his firm mouth tipping into a wolfish grin. Then he leaned down and sampled one aroused areola with warm plucks of his mouth. He tortured my other nipple until both coned upward in search of something deeper.

  And—ohhhh—Killian’s tongue. A groan rippling from his throat, he licked wholly across one trembling tip before drawing more of my heaving breast into his mouth. He sucked hard, flicking the peak with his tongue. He crushed my breasts together. He mouthed both nipples. He suckled and lapped and rubbed his thick stubble against my sensitive skin.

  “Fucking gorgeous.” Raw words filled with awe, he peered down as his saliva glistened all over the full globes, and my nipples pearled in deep dusky rose.

  My body awakened for Killian in pure fired-up femininity.

  A first for me.

  Lower and lower, he kissed and sucked and traced, careful not to put his weight on my belly.

  Lower, to where I wondered if my juices had puddled the sheets beneath me, because all want flowed from the hidden valley between my legs.

  Thumbs caressing along the crease of my upper thighs—just barely brushing against my pussy—he gazed down at me as his face went harsh.

  And his voice harsher.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Grace. Can’t wait to taste you,” he swore lovingly.

  Then tasted slowly.

  He sliced his tongue up through my slit to my quivering, aroused clit.

  I bent my legs wider. And his brawny shoulders nudged me even more open, fingers spreading my swollen sex. I dripped over the knuckles he skimmed across my cunt, jerking when he rolled my engorged clit beneath one rough pad.

  Back bowed, I strained up to him.

  He savored me in more languid licks.

  “Can’t wait,” he murmured.

  Then he ravaged me—each delving lap greedy. Every full-mouthed kiss on my drenched flesh base. Each lip-smacking wet noise primal.

  My thighs shook.

  My nipples pebbled.

  Heat dampened my hair, and I clamped my fingers onto his shoulders.

  Driving his face, his tongue, his mouth and whiskered chin against my feverish pussy, Killian made my skin vibrate. My body tighten.

  My whole world ignite.

  Ooooh. How amazing!

  The orgasm blasted through me . . . another first for me.

  Trembling and arching and gasping . . . Killian splintered me apart like a firework flower then made all of me blossom and open and seek.

  After that first taste, I needed more.

  I wanted to get him naked.

  I wanted to cling to the first burst of unfettered lust I’d ever felt.

  Bold in my passion, I barely caught my breath before I clambered up to my knees in front of Killian.

  He possessed my mouth in a dazzling kiss, and I grappled with his shirt, which clung tenaciously to his torso.

  I tore my lips from him, panting. “Take this off now.”

  With manly masterful motions, he tugged at the hem of the shirt and lifted it off.

  I was left awestruck.

  The insanely hot tats down both arms to the wrists didn’t disguise the masses of muscle. Even more insanely hot, his chest was massive, ripped with planes of musculature that slid to his chiseled abs and the deep grooves forming a V into the waist of his jeans.

  “Off the bed.” I prodded at him.

  “Yes ma’am.” He hopped agilely off, and I followed him.

  His gaze swept over me, lingering on the tight-tipped peaks of my heavy breasts and the thin shadow of curls over my mound.

  Standing a pace away from him, I studied his virile form. Then I walked around him, almost drooling over the fanned sinews of his back and the perfect inverted triangle of his sculptural body.

  A powerful sculpture, except more scars—like the one on his forehead—littered his upper body.

  Some looked like knife cuts.

  Others bullet holes.

  Facing him again, I trailed my fingers across a puckered circle of flesh near his well-padded ribs, and he hissed.

  I retracted my hand. “Did I hurt you?”

  Bringing my hand back where my fingers had been exploring, Killian uttered, “No. Usually don’t feel anything.” He kissed me fervidly, massaging my tongue with his. “I’m feeling everything with you, Grace.”

  Closing the last bit of space between us, I hissed when my breasts met the hardened planes of his chest. My nipples tingled, rubbing against him, and he drew one hand down my waist to land on my ass.

  My tummy cushioned the thick wedge of his cock caged within his jeans, and suddenly I couldn’t get to him fast enough . . . I so wanted to see his entire body.

  He managed to get his boots and socks off, kissing my lips, my neck, and dragging his fingers through my wild hair whenever he could.

  I scrabbled with his buckle, eagerness turning my fingers to dough. He didn’t help, he merely tipped back from his lean waist and angled a wicked look down at me while I cursed and fumbled.

  Finally, I got the belt open then the buttons on his jeans pried free.

  Gaze cast downward, I stared open-eyed and breathless at all I revealed as I tugged denim down and away.

  His erection packed tight black briefs to stretching point. Strong legs covered in sooty hair were taut with muscles flexing all over.

  Jeans shucked off, he ordered, “Stand back.”

  I pulled my eyes to his. “Why?”

  A grin peeked around his lips. “’Cause I don’t want my cock to hit you in the tummy.”

  Arching an eyebrow, I took one tiny step back. I bit my lip.

  I moaned the moment he tucked his thumbs into the low waist of his
bulging briefs.

  Heat swarmed in my pussy.

  And after he shucked the briefs down and straightened up, I gulped hard.

  His meaty cock thwapped right up to the ridges of his abdomen—thick, long, topped by a gleaming, plum-shaped, drum-tight head.

  My lips parted, my body tightening in response to the pure powerful majesty of his cock.

  Good god in heaven.

  “You want this, sweetheart?” Killian gripped the base of his hard shaft, angling the length down. “’Cause I’m not gonna force you, you know that—”

  Dropping to my knees, I launched myself at his engorged rod. Engulfing the broad tip in my mouth, I gloried in the musky male essence coating my taste buds.

  “Ah, fuck!” Head cranked back, Killian grunted. “You weren’t supposed to do that.”

  Fingers curling around his turgid flesh, I glugged a couple meaty inches down before swirling back up and off. “Not such a tough guy when you’ve got your dick between my lips, are you?”

  Before he had the chance to reply, I widened my lips, taking him in again.

  It felt good to have Killian’s cock in my mouth, filling my need.

  It felt right to slaver all over him, to show him my want.

  Softly, slowly, I suckled and wetted him. I bathed his cock with my tongue and played all around the big pouch of his sac with my fingers.

  Licking along the veiny ridges of his shaft, I reveled in his untamed groans. I lived for his hips rocking uncontrollably forward when I tickled over his frenulum. And most especially, I basked in the helpless way he kept opening and closing his fists on his thighs instead of letting his hands root into my hair to control my coquettish movements.

  “I don’t wanna come in your mouth,” he gnashed out, a thickening making his cock throb and a tightening making his balls constrict.

  “Why not?” I lapped over the precum welling from his slit. “I came in yours.”

  Then I slurped on the blood-engorged dick, feeding from his powerful arousal.

  His hands did fall to my head.

  His fingers did twine in my hair.

  He didn’t push or force, but when he thrust forward with the first rich splash of cum, I opened my mouth wider and curled my tongue to drink up every last drop of him.

  There wasn’t even a question of swallowing Killian’s seed.

  Each heavy spurt I wantonly swallowed gave me shivers.

  My pussy was ready.

  My body ripe.

  Lifting me up against him, he kissed me with languorousness even as breath labored in and out of his chest.

  Parting with soft suction, he smudged his forehead against mine. “You didn’t have to do that.”

  “Killian, I want to do everything with you.”

  “That’s a good thing, because . . .” He pulled my hand down to his groin where his cock was rampant again.

  “Already?” Heady desire saturated me.

  “’Fraid so.”

  “I’m not afraid.” I stroked his long strong shaft. “Never afraid with you.”

  With a wicked arch to his brows, he took me to the bed, but before he could carry on where we’d left off, I stopped him.

  “Condom.”

  “But—”

  “For your sake. Please, Killian. It doesn’t matter that I’m pregnant.”

  A flame of pain blazed in his irises before he doused it.

  I caressed his big shoulders gone stiff with defiance. “Don’t let this come between us.”

  “It won’t. I’m sorry.” He bent his head to mine for a moment. “I just want you to know I didn’t . . . I didn’t pay to spend time with you today. Bunny didn’t ask me, and—”

  “Sshh.” I leaned up to kiss him silent. “I know.”

  “How?”

  “I get the feeling you wouldn’t do me the dishonor of making love to me that way.”

  “Oh, Grace.” His body wracked with a whole world of feeling I felt all the way to the nugget of my soul he’d brought back to life.

  Tense lines smoothing from his face, he touched a finger to the tip of my nose, danced it across my eyebrows then to my cheeks. He outlined my lips then kissed the tracery away with nips of his lips.

  And while he kissed the last anguish away, he hand smoothed from my breasts to my tummy, to my sex.

  His breath caught when he found me soaked and swollen and opening for him.

  I didn’t know how he did it so easily but, on softly pulling his mouth from mine, he’d already sheathed his cock.

  And his cock strove up to his ridged abdomen.

  Arms huge and mighty as he held himself above me, he gritted out, “I think you should . . . be on top. So you can stop if you—”

  “But I want you all over me, Killian.” Hands drifting along the fanned muscles at his ribs, I nuzzled at his neck. “All around me.” Grasping his thick pulsing rod, I led him to my entrance. “And so very deep inside me.”

  Something crumbled inside him.

  He dragged my hand off his throbbing shaft, notched his cock at my opening, and split my wet lips with the broad head.

  The heat with which he slowly charged into me seethed, seared, and spread the way. A filling deliciousness that took my breath away while my back lifted up away from the bed, and my pelvis canted to his deepening cock.

  Submerged all the way, Killian rose up, a silent roar spreading his lips.

  He pulsated inside me—wide, steely-hard, and so very long he was at my heart and the heart of all things.

  Looking down, eyes no less searing than his deeply rooted dick, he began a rocking rhythm. A rocking rhythm that mashed the thick nest of his pubes against the un-hooded nub of my clit. A rhythm that made the wide tip buried inside me brush against a place that made my eyes roll back in my head.

  I clawed at his back, mindless pleasure taking every hurt of my past and pulverizing pain to dust.

  “More,” I gasped out, heels drumming against the tight crescents of his ass.

  He withdrew, and we both watched his cock appear—a wide spear slathered in my juices still spilling from me.

  “Jesus,” he muttered, the big head burrowed just inside and stretching my lips.

  I held a silent breath as he tunneled back into me, each ripple of my body opening to him. I moaned when he hilted all the way, and a shudder wracked his body.

  He rocked again, widening the path that snapped back around him.

  Each egress, every ingress made me wetter and hotter and wilder to mate.

  I scored his arms with my nails, his rock hard flesh almost as unyielding as his divine cock he soldered into me to buck and rock and grind.

  Whimpers broke from my throat, heat coalescing in my core.

  An orgasm a few desperate thrusts away, I opened hazy eyes to see him.

  Always so silent.

  So controlled.

  He was withholding himself from me.

  And the way his shoulders shook, his lips thinned, his jaw clenched with each long thorough stroke fascinated me.

  I wanted him to absolutely lose it.

  Writhing up against his chest so his perspiration mingled with mine and my nipples drilled against his pecs, I bucked hard against his every slow impalement.

  I squeezed and constricted over him.

  I let my body flower and swallow around him.

  “Jesus fuck.” His teeth gnashed together.

  I undulated all the way against him, nibbling on his neck. “What?”

  Rigidly trying to maintain control, he dropped his head. “I’m afraid of hurting the baby. Hurting you.”

  “Unless you’ve got a superhuman cock, baby’s okay,” I whispered near his ear. “And I want you to let loose on me.”

  Nostrils flaring, Killian lowered himself on top of me. He hooked a hand beneath my shoulder, cupped one beneath my ass. He lifted me to a different angle.

  He pinned my leg wide.

  He slammed down into me. “Like that?”

  Breath
gusted from me borne on a moan. “Yessss.”

  Fucking me with all his power, he groaned. “Fuck. Grace!”

  I held on.

  Opened up.

  Resplendent in everything Killian gave me.

  Punished grunts issued from his chest, and he hammered into me.

  With every hard-hot-thick thrust, I broke wider open.

  When I came, I wailed. I thumped my heels. I bit his lips.

  I convulsed around his mighty cock and held onto his mighty body, and he bore down inside me.

  Overcome by a blinding heat that flailed me from the inside out, I heard him bellow.

  I felt him buck inside me.

  I wished it were his baby I carried.

  Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes even as weak laughter spilled from my lips. And I held him on top of me when he collapsed.

  Lord, but he was big.

  His weight smothered me.

  I welcomed every moment of being surrounded by him.

  Kissing my cheek then my closed eyes, Killian pulled away.

  I knew he wore a quizzical look on his face. He must’ve tasted the salt of my tears.

  Without opening my eyes, I smiled.

  I cupped his jaw.

  And after he’d discarded the condom to draw me against his side—all naked and happily satisfied and man against woman—I asked, “Was I worth the wait?”

  “I think I’d have waited my whole life for you, Grace.” His fingers trailed up and down my arm.

  “Good. Then make love to me again.”

  ****

  Killian fucked me twice more that afternoon, in between feeding me from his Thanksgiving stash and making sure I wanted him as much as he did me.

  We’d fallen into a slumber, early winter changing colorful dusk to the twilight of evening.

  As soon as I moved, trying to slip from the bed, Killian’s eyes slit open. “Where you going?”

  “To clean up?” Code word for ‘I need to pee’.

  He sat up, the sheet pooling at his hips and showing a splendid amount of skin. An unwholesome amount of muscle.

  “I can go grab a washcloth for you.”

  “Unless you really do have superhuman skills, you can’t pee for me.”

  Killian flushed beneath his swarthy skin, and his unlikely blush sent my heart pin wheeling.

  In the bathroom, I did my business. I washed my face and other areas.

  I noted the beard-burn around my mouth . . . and my nipples.