DEAN (Noir MC Book 3)

by Celia Crown

  It’s beautiful, she’s beautiful, and he’s hooked.

  Dean relishes in the sweetness of her smooth skin, circling her clit in tight rubs to wring a powerful orgasm from her. She calls his name breathlessly when he shoves his fingers in knuckles deep and scissors her open, her entire body goes haywire with tremors.

  She’s sensitive, like a virgin and he growls deep in his chest.

  He taps her clit which causes her to jerk with a whimper as he roses to above her.

  “Did you let anyone touch you?”

  Disoriented amber eyes try to blink and focus on his face, it flutters shut as he toys with her soaked clit. He curls his fingers and she whines with abandon through his ruthless ministration.

  “Answer me.” his bark is almost as painful as the thumping heart in his chest.

  There’s no way a woman as stunning as her goes unclaimed.

  He can’t stand the thought of some other scum’s hand touching her luscious skin, only he can get the benefits of watching her throw away her dignity and beg prettily in his ears like the gorgeous goddess she is, he will give her anything she asks with worships.

  “No one.” Laura murmurs, “Only you, it’s always been you.”

  It calms him to know that his touch is the only caress she knows. He’s too possessive to let another man’s hand on her, it’s good to know that she’s waited two years for him to get his act together and take back what belongs to him.

  She doesn’t have to wait any longer, he’s here now and he’s all hers again.

  Reluctantly pulling away, he stretches his arms over his head and yanks his shirt off. His hands glide to his pants to unhook the button and unzip the zipper with a loud sound echoing around the quiet bedroom.

  After the pants are off his toned legs, he caught the waistband of his briefs and yanks it down without hesitation. His dark eyes steal her attention that widened at his massive size, he has no doubt his Laura can take him just fine.

  The bed creaks and dips under his weight as he crawls over her, she obediently slips her legs around his waist. He drags the underside of his thickness over her sodden clit, she mewls in tears and wanton cries.

  “Dean, please.” she hiccups through quivering lips and big hungry ambers.

  “I want you. I want all of you.”

  The berserker purrs.

  Chapter Ten

  Laura

  She had to purse her lips to keep quiet, his rough hand palming her breast with a tweak to her nipple and a flick of a finger that strokes her wet folds, dipping into her twitching hole slightly.

  He takes his hand away from her cunt, her hips lift to chase after the pleasure as he chuckles at her. The hand that gropes her breast glides down to the dip of her waist, sensually feeling the tense muscles.

  “Don’t tease,” she whines, biting her lips when her hips bucks for his light touch.

  Laura blinks away the haze of desire in her vision.

  “Please.”

  Laura’s so winded up that she’s going to lose her mind if he continues to torture her with gentle touches. The thick, red crown of his cock nudges her slick opening with persistent taps, and his velvety voice lures her into the depths of lust.

  Her eyes scrunched shut in painful pleasure as his hips surge forward with one toe-curling thrust. It stings with the stretch that splits her small cunt open, she can feel every ridge and vein through her throbbing walls. Massaging and molding the shape of his girth that shoots sharp tingles down her fingertips as he watches her debauched expression.

  “Oh!” a moan lays viscously on her tongue.

  She slurs, drunk on his strong presence. “It’s so big.”

  Her body misses the prickling sparks from his girth, it misses how his arms cradle her, and it misses the confidence of beauty in the way he admires her. Above all, it misses the way he fucks her into his bed.

  He bottoms out slowly, dragging her fiery nerves to a heightened level of shivers and slams himself to the hilt.

  Laura chokes a moan. He’s huge, much thicker than she remembers, and her wandering hands finds its way to his arms. She can only hold onto him to ground her from bouncing further up the bed with his rapid thrusts.

  He drops his weight on her, suffocating her with his heat as she welcomes the scorching burns that his girthy length carries. Dean leans down to her lips and she opens for him to roll his tongue with hers in a dance of seduction.

  His tongue leaves hers, going to her neck and bites the skin harshly. Her body surges in pain which he soothes with hot licks and tight sucks.

  Rocking back enough to dive his hips forward with scrapes on her pulsing clit brings tightness down on his cock simultaneously.

  Laura can’t last this long, she hasn’t made love to anyone after Dean and she’s too sensitive to handle the orgasm that he easily wrestles out of her willing body.

  As though he read her mind, he begins to pick up his pace and spears into her, she cries wetly and moans wantonly in his ears.

  “Dean!” she squeals, wetness leaking between them, but he isn’t stopping with wicked twists of hips.

  Her amber eyes rolling back beneath her closed lids, little whimpers climbing out of her lips as her body rocks with his powerful thrusts like a rag doll.

  Touching parts of her body that makes her tense in pleasure is one of the things that obscure her mind with haziness, his body knows what it needs to do to make her cum again on his cock.

  A shift of position, a deep pounding to her sodden pussy, and the ridiculously thick girth splitting her tiny cunt open. Additionally, he grinds hard on the little slippery button, and she’s gone.

  Laura’s a panting mess with sweat and tears on her face, Dean still sees her as the most beautiful woman. She wails out her orgasm, tumbling down into blank darkness that bites at her sensitivity.

  His leaking and soaked cock pistons, chasing after the tingles at his lower spine as he hammers into her. Loud squelches give him better access to slide deeper into her cunt, tapping at her cervix as she chokes a broken moan in response.

  Her legs spread wider at their own revelation, tears flowing out of the corners of her eyes before she cries out and clenching his hammering cock. It’s almost painful at how easy he could snatch another orgasm from her sweaty body, embarrassment washes a red hue on her cheeks as vibration from his chest rumbles to her nipples.

  “Fuck!” he gnaws at her bottom lip, pummeling her sodden cunt with his cock thickening with every stroke. He slams into her with a balls-deep thrust that has stars crossing her eyes, his cum splatters in thick globs on her fluttering walls.

  Laura finds purchase on his straining back muscles, tracing over the grooves and hard dips before he hauls her up by the waist with the thick length firmly lodged inside of her to prevent his cum from leaking out.

  “Fighting was the only way for me to release my pent-up energy, but I don’t do that anymore.”

  His eyes glint dangerously.

  “You’re mine to use.”

  Laura has only seen him fight once, and it’s the most brutal thing she’s ever seen; his eyes were dark with unhinged anger spilling over his snarling lips, raw knuckles breaking bones in quick and hard blows, and blood running into the cracks of the floor.

  It’s animalistic.

  That was the only time she saw the berserker coming out to tear its prey into a bloody mess.

  His strength is unmatched.

  Laura had never been so turned on in her life, knowing and witnessing the strength behind his hands terrified her yet her panties were completely soaked.

  Any rationality is out the window when he turned to her with wild eyes.

  Nothing can replicate the passion in his eyes when he looked at her with a man bleeding on the floor; she felt protected and safe even when she faced the monster everyone dreaded.

  He makes her turn around in his lap, forcing her back to mold into his wide chest. His big hands holding her legs open for the cool air to lap at their joined wetn
ess, the little soiled clit pulled taut from his cock and now his hands create another sensation of being tightly stretched.

  His legs are on the ground for better grip as he slams into her with a loud squelch, creamy cum sliding down his shaft and smearing on her folds, creating a sticky mess.

  The coil in her belly tightens again, he fucks her like an animal with lost inhibition. It was Dean who started their love-making session, but it’s the berserker fucking her into oblivion. His hands gripping her thighs restricts her movement, giving him absolute control over how hard he can fuck her little pussy.

  She squirms in his lap and he allows her the freedom she craves while her hands take a hold on his knees, grinding her hips down onto his big cock. He feels thicker and deeper in this position as he squeezes her ass, guiding her down in fast strokes that are in rhythm with his upward thrusts.

  “You’ll help me, won’t you?” he purrs, Dean’s a completely different person.

  A mix between him and the berserker who also wants to take over and rut her in the sheets like the animal it is.

  She’s too busy working towards her heightened need to cum to properly hear him, he clasps a hand over her neck and throws her back to his heaving chest.

  “Answer me,” he roars, hot breath fanning her neck with baby hairs standing straight instantly.

  “You’ll let me use your pussy however I want and whenever I want, you’ll let me cum in that tight cunt and breed you like a good girl you are, won’t you?”

  Drool tips over the corner of her mouth and she caught it in time and nods frantically.

  She wants him to fuck her raw and sore until they both can’t stand, it’s better when he comes in her fertile pussy with his thick cum and make her pregnant with his baby. She wants to feel him swell in her and cum so much that his thick seed runs lewdly out of her stretched hole.

  “Yeah—” she wails with a twitching body when he pinches her clit harshly.

  That spark of pain lacing with heavy pressure pushes over the edge again, trying to milk his cock with every pulse of her soaked pussy.

  He holds back, rolling her clit in his thumb to wipe her brain of any coherent thoughts as she blabs what he wants to hear.

  “Please cum in me, I want your cum, I want your baby.”

  With no effort, she turns her head to the side and looks up at him with glossy eyes.

  “Please, breed me.”

  She cries out when he growls loudly and tears her open with his girth through savage hammering, there’s no way he could be this deep and still pushing for more.

  His strong hips don’t hold him back with her weight in his lap, she can only hold onto his hand that locks firmly on her fragile neck. A power she gives him without a shred of regret as her life lays on his hand at his disposal.

  With merciless rubs on her aching clit that’s starting to experience the pain that’s too good to be stopped, she begins to enjoy the raw strength and possessiveness rolling out his colossal size.

  The Dean outside of the bedroom is insanely strong, scarily observant, and unquestionably barbaric. The Dean in the bedroom is doubled that, and with the berserker out to play with her, it triples the experience she’s ever felt.

  “I love you.”

  It’s unfair how even his voice is when she’s struggling to lower her moans. His cock swells, cum dribbling from the tip as it hammers into her cervix in brutal pummels.

  “I love you.”

  He repeats it in her ears, scraping her soiled clit with his nails and black dots expands to connect with each other, creating a blanket of the abyss that triggers her body to soak his cock with her juices.

  “I love you,” she cries back, affection pouring out of her lips as she feels the torrent of his thick cum spraying in her pussy. She greedily squeezes her cunt, milking every drop of his essence as he snarls in satisfying bliss.

  Laura’s smaller body sags into his embrace, twitching with every shuddering breath she struggles to keep in her lungs. His chest staggers, the thundering heartbeat pounding on her shoulder-blades baits her into a sleepy haze.

  Her bones are melting into a puddle of goo when he presses a lingering kiss on her shoulder, his hair tickling her dull senses.

  “I was scared.”

  Dean’s murmur is low and almost inaudible, a layer of vulnerability surrounding his words and he leans forward so their bodies have no space between them.

  “Scared you wouldn’t come back to me. When I heard you weren’t coming back, I felt like you broke my heart.”

  Laura wonders if that was why he got angry when she came back with two boxes of expensive bridal attire.

  She thought she did something wrong even though she was in California for a short amount of time and probably sped through most of the speed limits just to get back to Nevada.

  She’s a lawyer, so she should obey the law, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

  Laura was not going to be the one to ruin her mother’s wedding even if the wedding is the next day.

  Better safe than sorry.

  Wait, who said she wasn’t coming back?

  She must have voiced her thoughts out as he maneuvers them to the bed, snuggling down into the warmth of his arms and the security of the blanket.

  “Mavis told me,” he grunts.

  Say no more, Laura sighs in exhaustion. Her troublemaking sister.

  “Mavis deals with politicians, being a liar comes with the territory.”

  He drops a kiss of relief on her forehead. If Laura bets her money on the Dean right now, she’d assume he recalls Mavis saying Laura won’t be coming back. And, that was the time he felt anger and fear mingling with each other, feeding off their own misery to make a strong sin of wrath.

  Laura knows the insecurity buried deep in him. He’s always this confident man who takes what he wants without a second thought to the consequences, but when it comes to Laura, he thinks she can do so much better than a convicted felon.

  This isn’t something she came up with through spending time with him. He specifically told her that when they were together, before everything went to hell.

  “When Mavis is too forthcoming with anything, you take it with a grain of salt.”

  Laura chuckles, lifting her head to see him watching her with vulnerable dark eyes.

  “You won’t let go right?” she asks, a small smile playing on her pink lips.

  He swipes his thumb on her bottom lip, eyes curling in daunting obsession.

  “Never.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Dean

  If Dean were to pick one thing he likes the most about Laura, it would be her eyes.

  Those expressive specks of rich gold curling around a deeper hue of yellow; illuminating through thick lashes when sunlight reflects on the surface, darkening when shadows take over her complexion.

  A glass of decadent honey.

  It’s precious.

  It’s mesmerizing.

  Except when it’s being used in a stare-down.

  “Whatever you think I did, I didn’t do it.”

  Early in the morning with everyone helping out with the wedding preparation, Mavis stands with her arms crossed over her chest and a defensive tone.

  Dean watches as Laura raise a challenging eyebrow.

  Mavis, being the youngest sister and most protective, refuses to back down at the accusing look Laura has.

  “You thought I was going to miss mom’s wedding.” it’s a question formed in a statement, Laura sighs in exasperation.

  Mavis defends herself, “I had no doubt you would come back.”

  “Then why did you tell Dean otherwise?”

  Laura taps her foot, she’s waiting for whatever bullshit her sister is going to throw at her. Dean steps forward, taking her by the waist and pull her to his side while she patiently waits for the conversation to continue.

  “I was testing him.”

  Her breath falters for a moment as she didn’t expect her sister to be
honest and tell the truth from the start. His hand tightens when she blinks in bewilderment.

  “What for?” Laura asks.

  Mavis flips the stray pieces of hair away from her blue eyes and tucks them into the messy ponytail.

  “If he’s worthy of you.”

  Laura’s words are laced with confusion and amusement, “Why does that matter to you?”

  “Do you really want to know?” Mavis questions back.

  “No,” Laura rolls her eyes, her body leaning against his massive body. “Did he pass?”

  The dark-haired beauty hums and purses her lips in thoughts, an expression crossing between indecisive and reluctance. Her nose scrunches up, lips shifting side to side as her blue eyes take him in.

  “He’s getting there.”

  Laura nods in approval smiling beautifully up at him.

  Mavis makes a gagging noise and turns away, mumbling about their love contaminating her air so much that she had to saunter over to Vlad and bury her face into his chest. Her shoulders wrench up in a gesture of her inhaling his shirt, Dean can see why his brother is so smitten with the girl.

  She’s oddly lovable.

  Dean gathers Laura into his chest, smelling her shampoo on the top of her crown as she wraps her arms around him. It’s natural, their presences comfort each other in a way that nothing has ever calmed his berserker down this much. It’s always itching for blood, but it’s pleased with Laura.

  Just when he was about to lean down to kiss her, a throat clears loudly.

  “There are children here.”

  The other peculiar sister beams toothily when Dean snaps his head to the voice.

  “Where?” Laura said, her ear listening to his heart.

  Honey puts her hands underneath her chin and bats her eyes immaturely.

  “Right here.” she rubs her small pregnant belly.

  A hand comes around her neck and angles the blonde-haired girl’s head up with a gentle touch, she obeys with a giggle when she sees Kane making his appearance.