Page 36 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Blade

“Ah, shit!” I curse as I quickly bring my hand back from the stove and shake it out of reflex, then suck on the side of it, instant pain running through me, but I ignore it and quickly bring the frying pan off the heat before the pancakes burn – again.

I’m supposed to be making Luna breakfast in bed, but I think I’m fucking failing as I eye the mess surrounding the counter around the two plates with cut-up fruit, burnt pancakes, and undercooked pancakes everywhere.

I’m beginning to realize I take after my father where cooking skills are concerned and Mama's instructions this morning mean shit unless she's here cooking for me.

Fuck’s sake.

So much for trying to do something nice for my girl.

I sigh, shake my head, and curse. After her brother interrupted our heart-to-heart, we haven’t spoken about what was said again since, and that was two days ago.

She said she loved me, and I told her she was my girl, but we need to make it official, and I thought breakfast would be a sweet moment for her instead of store-bought muffins like yesterday morning that were fucking stale.

I’m trying to be here as she asked, not giving her the space I thought she’d need after the shit she’d been through, but I feel like I’m fucking failing.

Between the club, her brother’s continuous calls, and her schooling and therapy sessions, I have barely seen her, sleeping with her in my arms, not fucking counting, and I hate it.

I want more, no, I need more, I need her.

I turn my hand over and check the burn. I told the brothers they were to call Psycho today instead of me, and I told Fury he’s to look after the garage. I want the day with my girl to make things official and preferably without any more injuries.

“Leo, what happened?” Luna asks as she quickly comes into the kitchen, and I groan.

See, already fucking failing, she heard me curse.

Shaking my head, I turn to look at her and hopefully encourage her to get her ass back in bed so we can get everything out on the table, and make things official, but I do a double take when I see what she’s wearing.

Fuck me.

Wearing just my shirt, her hair tussled, and legs bare, I swallow my fucking tongue.

Nine days she’s been back, over six months since my dick has felt her tight heat, and yeah, he hardens beneath my sweats.

I want to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to bed, but I can’t.

After her admission, I won’t be making the first move.

If we have sex, it’ll be on her terms, and my dick will just have to be happy with my hand in the meantime.

Even if I want nothing more than to taste her for the first time, to ravish her body, and suck her clit into my mouth.

I feel it twitch. Fuck .

I clear my throat and admit, “Not being a good cook, that is for sure,” and I shake my hand again and look at the redness I’m now sporting.

Fuck I hope that doesn’t blister because working with wrenches will hurt like a bitch.

“Oh my god, are you hurt?” Luna gasps and rushes my way, grabbing my hand, and I soften towards her, seeing the panic shining in her beautiful eyes.

“Princess –” I begin, hoping to explain that it is fine, but my words cut off as she yanks my hand towards the sink, making me grunt in surprise, and my feet follow. She runs the cold water then places my hand underneath. She bends down and opens the cabinet, and fuck me …

I blink to try and get the visual of her on her knees before me, sucking my cock.

Bunnies.

Cockroaches.

My cock hardens as I look to see her looking around underneath the sink, and I picture her pulling my hard cock out of my sweats, her doe eyes looking at me wide full of lust… Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My grandmother.

Psycho.

My mother.

My cock slowly deflates, and I swallow hard, keeping my family in my thoughts as my girl stands with the first aid kit, then turns off the water before grabbing a rag and gently placing it on my hand.

“It’s okay, princess,” I try to reassure her, but she shakes her head and mumbles, “I swear you are never allowed near the stove again. I can’t take it if you get hurt,” and I soften because how did I get so lucky to have this girl want me?

My phone rings, breaking my stare at my girl as she goes through the first aid kit looking for the burn cream. I grab the device from the side behind me, and without looking at the screen, I press the green, put the phone to my ear, and open my mouth, ready to chew out whoever called.

Everyone knows this time in the morning is for me and Luna, so I can try and win her over and basically beg her to wear my patch, something I know will most likely be a sore subject with the way that fucker wanted to force her to wear his.

“She’s getting married, she’s fucking getting married,” Psycho says, not giving me a chance to even say anything, and I frown.

“Who?” I ask in confusion as Luna gently applies the cream and then grabs a band-aid.

“Fucking Ivy!” he snaps, and even Luna looks up in shock, hearing his words, already knowing about Psycho and Ivy’s relationship history from what I told her months ago, her eyes wide, mouth open a little.

“No, she’s not,” I deny because surely Venom would have mentioned something or even Glock, especially when they both know how much this fucker loves Ivy and regrets his actions.

Psycho chuckles darkly and admits, “She’s just shocked the shit outta Venom and by fucking text. She says the wedding will be small in four months’ time, and brothers are welcome if they behave.”

Oh, holy fucking shit!

Luna winces and quickly clears up the medical kit before unwrapping the bandage, which she then places over the cream as gently as she can.

“Psycho…” I begin, but he cuts me off and demands, “Do you have my back?”

Oh shit, he’s planning something.

I clear my throat and mutter, “Don’t do something fucking stupid, brother.”

He snaps, “Do you have my fucking back?!”

I lock eyes with Luna, and her eyes soften, seeing my conflict, knowing he’s about to do something big. I admit, “Always, brother, I always have your back,” and she smiles softly at me.

“Then that is all I need,” he mutters, then hangs up, and I sigh.

Fuck.

“He’s going to kidnap her, isn’t he?” Luna confirms, and I hum, looking at my phone.

Fury mentioned it on a whim the other week about kidnapping my little sister who still wants fuck all to do with me, and the club, had walked straight past him, talking with some guy, not seeing an excited Tate wanting to have a cuddle.

Something she apparently, according to Tate rectified and went to the daycare Tate attends just to give her a cuddle after Fury messaged her and bitched her out and now it looks like Psycho is stealing his idea.

“He’s at a loss, princess, and honestly, if it was you,” I say and look at her, I admit, “I’d do it as well, even knowing your past, because I could not bear to see another man touch you.”

She swallows as her eyes race between mine, and I mutter, “I want you to be my old lady.” Her mouth parts in shock and I fully face her as I drop my phone on the counter, then cup her cheek and admit, “I want you to be my girl, my woman, my old lady. I want everything with you, Luna, and I know you’ve been through a lot.

I understand that you are most likely scared, but I fucking love you, and I am asking you to take a leap of faith in me to prove to you that I am fully yours, that I’ll always put you and your dreams first,” I gently lay my forehead against hers, “Let me prove to you how much I fucking love you every single day. Wear my cut, princess.”

Her eyes tear up as they race between mine, and I ensure she sees my sincerity and love.

“Please don’t kill Drew,” she whispers as an answer, and I scowl at her and remind her, “His lips touched yours!” she winces, and my anger builds that she’s trying to save the weasel's life instead of agreeing to be mine always. I continue, “He groped you and made you out as property. The fucker is lucky he’s still breathing.”

“And I’m asking you not to put any more blood on my hands,” she rasps, and I swallow hard. “I’m asking you to not let my stupid decisions that led him on to take his life.”

I groan and close my eyes, hearing her pleas, but mutter, “Fine,” already hating it.

“Yes, I’ll wear your cut,” she whispers, and I open my eyes and lock them with hers. I’m willing to try if you are, Leo,” she says, and everything in me settles. I press my lips against hers, and she melts into me, opening her mouth and giving me access.

I groan as our tongues tangle, and I grip her ass and lift her. She wraps her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and I sit her on the counter and break the kiss, breathing hard as I place my forehead against hers.

Luna grips my hair, and my cock twitches, and I mutter, “Looks like I need to order your cut, princess,” and she smiles, her eyes tearing up.

“Kiss me, Leo,” she demands, and I smile before doing as she wishes and press my lips hard against hers in a bruising kiss. Luna moans into my mouth and tightens her legs around my waist, and I grind my hips against her as I grip the bottom of the shirt she’s wearing.

I slowly lift it and break the kiss before taking the fabric off, then throw it on the floor before I take her in, completely bare on my kitchen counter, and I suck in a breath.

Fuck.

“Mine, all fucking mine,” I choke, and Luna’s cheeks heat. I smirk at her shyness as I bring a hand up and tug on her nipple, making her gasp before I lean down and take said nipple into my mouth, sucking it before gently chewing on it.

Luna writhes against me, her hands gripping my hair tightly as she moans, “Oh god, Leo…” And I bring my other hand up, gently rubbing my thumb over her other nipple, and my cock weeps, most likely leaving a wet spot in my boxers.

I need her, but not before I taste her.

Moving my mouth from her nipple, I slowly lick down her body, something I have dreamed of doing before I kneel before her and look up.

Her eyes are wide as she asks, “What are you doing?” in confusion, and I smirk and hook her legs over my shoulders, and I admit, “Finally tasting you,” before placing my mouth over her mound.

Luna gasps in shock before she moans and tightens her legs around my neck as I press my tongue on her clit and rub it in circles, her taste taking over me.

Fuck me, she tastes so sweet, so salty, and so fucking divine.

Groaning, I wrap my hands around her thighs and eat her like a man starved as I shove my tongue in her entrance, licking her out, trying to get as much of her juices in my mouth before going back to her clit and I suck it hard in pulses.

Luna screams as her clit pulses, and I suck harder until her juices fill my mouth and her orgasm washes over her, and I rut my hips, the need for friction fucking high.

I quickly stand while pushing my sweats down and slam my lips onto my girl’s, not giving her a break, I release my rock-hard cock and place it at her entrance, and at the same time as I thrust inside her, I shove my tongue down her throat forcing her to taste herself.

Luna wraps her weak legs around my waist and threads her fingers into my hair, gripping it as our tongues tangle and I thrust my hips hard and fast.

I can’t go slow. Her taste has made me fucking wild.

I can feel my spine tingle and my balls tighten with the need to come, but I try and hold it off and tilt my hips, ensuring to hit her magic spot, needing her to come one more time before I do.

Her walls begin to pulse, the need to come hitting her again, and I hold her close with one arm around her waist and tug and pull on her nipple with my free hand. She breaks the kiss, throwing her head back with pleasure.

I don’t look away as her orgasm washes over her face, pure pleasure etching her features as she squirts on my pelvis and comes.

I move my hips faster as sweat builds at the base of my spine, and I rut into my girl, who moans as her walls flutter again, aftershocks of her orgasm hitting her, and I bottom out, coming deep inside her, not worrying about protection.

She’s already said she may not be able to have kids, so I’m not going to make the odds against us worse.

I press my face against Luna’s chest, gently taking a nipple into my mouth, and she holds my head to her as she shivers against my body and moans.

Letting go of her tit, I look up and press my lips against hers, this time gentler, slower, and she opens her mouth, her tongue searching for mine. I groan as I make love to her mouth and slowly move my hips, my dick twitching, beginning to harden again.

“We, baby, are going back to bed for the rest of the day,” I rasp against her lips, refusing to move my cock from her tight heat, and she smiles then kisses me again as she wraps her arms around my neck.

I shuck my sweats off before picking her up.

Blindly, I walk towards the stairs, not taking my lips off hers, ready to be inside her all day to make up for lost time, and maybe, just maybe, fate will grace us with a chance to start a family because this woman, she owns me and I’d give her the world if she asked for it…