Blaze's Mark (Devil's Riot MC: Originals Book 3)

by E. C. Land

  “I’m not ready to come yet,” he rasps as he lays me back on the bed, lifting my legs, and spreading them wide. Blaze’s gaze is locked with mine as he glides his cock along my slit teasing me.

  “Liam, please, I need you,” I moan, more than ready to have him inside me.

  “Do you now?” he grins.

  “Yes.” I nod my head.

  “Who do you belong to Little Bird?” he demands.

  “You, Liam. You. I belong to you the way you belong to me.” I barely get the last of my sentence out before he’s slamming his cock all the way to the hilt.

  “Damn right you do.” Thrust. “I marked you as mine.” Thrust. “You’ll always be mine.” Thrust. “I’ll never stop you from being who you are.” Thrust. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t be right there with you,” he grinds out as he reaches between us and flicks my clit which causes me to scream his name as I come apart around him.

  Thrust after thrust, Blaze’s movements become ruthless as he sends me over the edge more times than I can count before finally roaring out my own name.

  Breathless, Blaze leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. “I mean what I say Little Bird. I love you with all my heart and I’ll never stop you from flying but I’m not letting you go.”

  Well shit. I don’t even know if I want to fly without him again.

  He’s my anchor.

  12

  Raven

  It’s been a little over a month since the day we found out that the baby Dixie was carrying was not Blaze’s son but his little brother. We ended up making sure Dixie stayed at the clubhouse under the guard of Cane.

  Dixie became more docile for the most part. Probably because of the fact, Blaze told her to stay the hell away from him or he’d take custody of the child the moment he was born. I’ll give the woman credit for one thing if anything. She loves the child she’s carrying. Granted that’s the only thing about her I’ll ever admit about her.

  I still think the bitch is devious and will do anything to get her way. Right now, she’s mainly biding her time until she’s ready to make her move. I can feel it. Just because she’s acting all meek to everyone doesn’t mean I can’t feel deceit. I’ll get to the bottom of it eventually, but it’s a matter of making sure this doesn’t blow back on Blaze or his club.

  Other than dealing with Dixie, Blaze and I have been enjoying every minute we can with each other. Between our schedules it can be difficult for the two of us to spend any time alone together besides when we sleep. Well I should say have hot mind-blowing sex before sleep.

  “Ray did you hear me?” my mom asks over the phone.

  Blinking I pull the phone away from my ear for a moment. Yeah, I heard her. She’d just told me to watch for the darkness. Since answering her call she’s been frantically talking about not letting the dark get to close.

  “I heard you,” I sigh. I’d just gotten home from work and I was exhausted.

  “Don’t not listen to me Raven. I’ve seen it. The darkness. It’s coming and you can’t do anything to stop it. You must be prepared. Not just for yourself but for those around you. The young are vulnerable and need to be protected no matter the vile that surrounds them.”

  “Mom, I promise to stay alert. Nothing will happen, remember I know what I’m doing.”

  “I know you do but love can blind you, same as rage can. Just remember to listen to your instincts and watch for the darkness.”

  “Okay Mom. I’ve got to go. I'm just getting home and I’m ready to go inside, shower then pass the hell out. After the day I've already had, I’m ready for my pillow.” I was so damn tired it wasn’t even funny.

  “Alright just remember what I said. I’d hate for your dad or brother to have to come up there.” I sure as hell don’t want that. I love my family. But I really don’t want them coming up here. I hadn’t told my mom or anyone else about what was going on up here and I didn’t intend to tell them anytime soon. At least not until I knew for sure what was going on.

  “Love you Mom,” I say before disconnecting and opening my door.

  As I get to the door to my house, I pause to inspect everything about it. My mom’s words are getting in my head.

  It’s coming and you can’t do anything to stop it. You must be prepared. Not just for yourself but for those around you. The young are vulnerable and need to be protected no matter the vile that surrounds them.

  What does it mean? Is it something to do with the baby Dixie is carrying or something from my past? I’ve made plenty of enemies over the years and I’m sure there’s more than one person that would like to see me dead.

  Not seeing anything wrong, I unlock the door and open it.

  “Liam, please give it to me.” Are the first words I hear and come to a screeching halt.

  What the fuck?

  “No. You can stop calling me Liam. You don’t have the right,” Blaze snaps.

  “Liam, you know you want to just stick it in and fuck me,” I recognized the voice and I swear red fills my vision.

  Dixie is here. In our house.

  Quietly shutting the door, I make my way toward the voices on silent feet. I don’t want them to know I’m here yet. Blaze took her to the doctor this afternoon for her appointment, but I don’t understand why he’d bring her here.

  “I’m not doing it Dixie so quit trying.”

  Doing what?

  Peeking around the door, I find Blaze standing in front of the door to the bathroom in nothing but a towel, his body still wet. Pure anger fills me at the sight of Dixie naked with her legs spread. One hand resting on her stomach the other playing with herself.

  “But you loved doing it before. I’m horny and it’s just you and me here. Let’s have some fun. Please. I’m so wet and I can see your cock wants in my pussy,” Dixie purrs. My gaze follows hers to see her eyes are indeed on the area of the towel sticking up with Blaze’s hard-on.

  Oh hell no. I’m not about to stand here and listen to this shit.

  Stepping into view, I cross my arms over my chest. “Yes, why don’t you fuck the skank. As she said your cock seems to want in her pussy. Have at it. I’m gone.”

  With that I turn and run out of the house, Blaze yelling my name.

  I don’t care. I need to be away from him before I end up doing something that I’ll regret later.

  Climbing in my car, I shove the key in my ignition and slam the thing in reverse. Ignoring the man running out of the house in just a towel.

  Driving around aimlessly, I ponder where to go from here.

  After seeing that bitch in my bed, I want that thing burned. Hell, I want all my possessions I care about out of that house and to burn it to the ground. I want the vision of Dixie’s twat out of my head. Then of course the hard-on Blaze had from seeing the woman’s body.

  Questions swirl around in my head on repeat. Why was she in my bed? What was Blaze doing in a towel? Were they fucking behind my back?

  No, Blaze wouldn’t do that to me. Not after everything he’s said to me. Right?

  Sucking in a shuddering breath, I try to calm down. I don’t want to be the untrusting wife. But what I walked in on was pretty damning for him.

  “Don’t not listen to me Raven. I’ve seen it. The darkness. It’s coming and you can’t do anything to stop it. You must be prepared. Not just for yourself but for those around you. The young are vulnerable and need to be protected no matter the vile that surrounds them.”

  My mom’s words pop back in my head. Was this what she saw? I don’t know and it’s not like if I called, she’d tell me. Nope she’s cryptic about all this shit.

  Fuck why does life have to be so damn hard.

  13

  Blaze

  I’m gonna kill the bitch. I swear to fuck I am. First, she wanted to act all needy and in tears at the doctor’s office now this shit. Alverez had stated Dixie’s blood pressure was a little concerning and wanted Raven and I to keep a close eye on her.

  After the bullshit with the whole si
tuation I’ve forced Dixie to switch doctors. Wanting her with one who I could trust not to try to screw me over. Besides, I’d been going to each appointment because it was my blood she was carrying.

  My little brother.

  I still can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact I’m about to have a sibling who will be thirty some years younger than me. So when the Doc told me to make sure Dixie got lots of rest and nothing stressed her out for the sake of the baby I did what I thought was best and put her in the guest room at mine and Raven’s house.

  I’ll admit now it was a stupid move on my part to do it without talking to Raven, but fuck what was I supposed to do. It’s my family she’s carrying, he’s innocent in all this.

  Since the moment I found out about this kid I’ve had nightmares almost daily of the day I lost Laura. This is a chance to make sure nothing happens again to another child with my blood in it. Even if it’s not mine. It is my father’s. It is my brother.

  Raven and I talked about what we should do a few times, but each time I mentioned joint custody with Dixie I knew it hurt my woman. However, I also knew she’d never do anything to keep the child from being with us knowing we’d have to deal with the bitch from hell.

  I fucked up royally this time though.

  I should’ve gone to the clubhouse and just waited until my Little Bird got home. Instead what do I do, listen to Dixie complain about being tired and how being at the clubhouse stresses her out. She’d claimed all she wanted to do was take a nap without hearing the clubwhores talking about who they were gonna fuck or suck.

  So, I’d brought her home with me, put her in the guest room, and gone to take a shower. When I’d come out the conniving bitch was in the middle of our bed with her legs spread wide and she’d been finger fuckin’ herself.

  I swear the bitch timed everything just right somehow and Raven walked in to find me with a wood staring at a naked woman in our bed. What she needs to understand though is just because my cock stiffened at the sight of a pussy doesn’t mean I want to fuck it. I’m not that much of an asshole.

  I’d never cheat on her the way Rissa did me.

  No fuckin’ way.

  Now I’ve got to find my woman and make things right since instead of doing what I’d have thought she’d do; my Little Bird ran. That’s not like her.

  After draggin’ Dixie out of my room and to the guest room, I slammed the door before stalking to mine to quickly get dressed. I snatch my phone up and dial Cane’s number. I need him to come watch this stupid whore before I do something I’ll regret later.

  “Hello,” Cane mutters into the phone.

  “Get to my place. Need you to watch over Dixie. Don’t let her out of your sight,” I order. For a prospect Cane does everything he’s told to do without complaint. Him and Neo both deserve to get their patch and should be up for vote when we have church next week.

  “On the way,” he states before disconnecting.

  “Liam, please talk to me,” Dixie cries from the door to her room. Glancing up I find she’s had the common sense to put some damn clothes back on.

  “One, don’t fuckin’ call me Liam. Two, you fucked up by trying that shit with me. I don’t want your skank ass and I sure as hell wouldn’t stick my cock back into something my father has had. Three, you’ll be lucky if I can work things out with my ol’ lady because of this shit,” I snarl.

  “But she can’t give you what I can. I have your family growing inside me. We could make something real between us. I know we can Liam. Please give us a chance.” The tears are pouring down her cheeks as she steps closer to me.

  “Not happenin’ Dixie. I’m fuckin’ married to my ol’ lady. A woman with more balls to walk away from a confrontation with your ass than deal with you while she’s as pissed as she is. Don’t think she won’t be back to deal with your ass. I know my woman and I know what she’s fuckin’ capable of. Do not tell me what she can and cannot give me. Because she gives me the one thing no whore like you can. Partnership.” I sneer, curling my lip up at her.

  At the revving of a motorcycle outside, I head for the door. “Don’t try to pull any of your bullshit.”

  Stepping out the door I make my way toward Cane. “If that bitch tries anything let me know. Don’t let her convince you to let her suck your dick or anything. She’s caused enough bullshit.”

  “No offense Blaze but that whore in there ain’t coming anywhere near my dick. I prefer my women a little less stretched out,” Cane states with a grin.

  “I don’t blame you. Just make sure the bitch doesn’t try pulling any of her shit with you while I go after Raven,” I grumble.

  “Liam.” I hear my name screamed from inside of the house and my first instinct is to ignore the bitch. Only when Dixie screams again, I rush back in the house, Cane on my heels.

  I stop dead in my tracks at the sight of Dixie on the floor clutching her stomach.

  “Help me please,” she cries.

  “Fuck, Cane call an ambulance,” I order rushing over to the woman’s side. As much as I want to go after my woman, I need to make sure the baby is okay.

  “On it Blaze,” he says before talking into his phone.

  “Liam please, I don’t want to lose my baby. Our baby.” Damn she’s fuckin’ delusional if she’s still thinking that bullshit.

  I may be here right now but it’s only for the baby that I am.

  “Ambulance is on the way,” Cane says. “Want me to call Prez?”

  Dixie screams again, throwing her head back in pain.

  “Shoot him a text let him know what’s going on,” I state as I kneel on the floor next to Dixie and put my hand on her stomach. “What did you do?”

  When I stepped outside, she was perfectly fine, now it’s as if she were in labor.

  Fuckin’ hell can’t anything ever be simple in life.

  14

  Raven

  My phone continues to ring repeatedly from where it’s sitting on the bench as I slam my fist into the punching bag.

  Right now, I’m too stuck in my own head to worry about answering the phone for anyone else. I don’t want to talk to Blaze or Vicky. Shit with my luck they’ll send Tracker to find me.

  “Yo Ray, what are you doin’ here?” Speak of the devil and he shall show himself.

  “What do you want Tracker?” I mutter, slamming my fist into the bag with a one-two combo.

  “Well considering my woman got a call from your ol’ man a little while ago asking her to find you for him since he couldn’t do it himself,” Tracker shrugs but I can sense there’s more to what he’s saying.

  “Here I am now you can leave. Don’t bother telling him where I am. I will talk to him when I’m ready,” I snap, hitting the bag once more before backing away from it.

  “Fine talk to him when you're ready. Just so you know though he’s at the hospital. Dixie’s in labor.” Shocked by Tracker’s words, I whip my head up to meet his gaze.

  “What?”

  “Yeah, he told me what the cunt did, setting him up. Shit I remember the bitch trying to do the same thing with me along with Gia. If not for my Prez and Vi trusting me everything could have turned out differently,” Tracker states, his emotions aren’t telling me anything but truth.

  Granted, when it comes to Tracker, I know he won’t lie. At least unless he has to.

  Shaking my head, trying to clear it. I turn back to the punching bag and send my fist yet again into the thing. This time with more force. “Vicky didn’t walk in on what I did. She didn’t see you in just a towel wrapped around your waist with that bitch on her bed legs spread. She didn’t find you staring at the bitch.”

  A firm hand grips my forearm and spins me around to face Tracker. “I get what you’re talking about. But you need to talk to him. He needs you right now. I know he’s told you about Laura and if it wasn’t for the fact that little boy is about to be born any minute, your ol’ man would be the one standing here in front of you. Now you have two options right now. Be the f
ierce woman I know you are. Or turn into a cowardly bitch and hide from the confrontation.”

  I take a moment to let what he said sink in. Finally letting my calm sidestep forward. Dixie’s in labor. Did she do something to cause her labor to come on early to gain more of Blaze’s attention. I wouldn’t put it past her.

  Shit.

  “Fine, I’ll head to the hospital.” I mutter, stepping past Tracker to grab my bag before removing the tape from around my hands.

  “Good. I’d have hated to have to cart you out of here,” Tracker grins.

  “Shut the hell up. You couldn’t have done it,” I grumble.

  “That’s what Vi thought as well. But I’ve sparred with her, she’s realized just how calculating I can be,” Tracker chuckles.

  “Oh, I’ve heard all about it, buddy. However, guess what. I’m not your wife, you can’t use those tactics on me. Sorry you’re hot and all but you’re not my type,” I say sternly. I’m not in the mood to laugh and joke.

  “You’re not mine either but still love ya. You’re family Ray so we look out for each other. Same as Blaze. When this shit with Dixie is over, you and Blaze can work things out between the two of you.”

  “We’ll see,” I mutter, heading for the door.

  After this mess is done and over with. I have some serious decisions to make where Blaze is concerned.

  Right now, though, he needs me by his side, and I’ll do it if only to make sure that bitch doesn’t try one of her tricks.

  The ride to the hospital seemed to take just a few minutes rather than the twenty it normally would have. I held my breath the entire time I rode the elevator up to the labor and delivery floor.

  You must be prepared. Not just for yourself but for those around you. The young are vulnerable and need to be protected no matter the vile that surrounds them.