Page 10 of Edge (Redline Kings MC #4)

CALLIE

I stared at him, my heart tripping over itself at the fierce promise in his voice. You’re mine.

He said the words like they were carved in stone, not just a heat-of-the-moment claim. My pulse hammered while my brain scrambled to keep up, desperate for reassurance.

“I just thought…” My voice wobbled, and I tried again, softer. “I figured it was the kind of thing that gets said in bed. You know, during sex when you might not really mean them.”

The second the words left my mouth, I wished I could snatch them back. His eyes sharpened, green gone dangerous.

“You think I’m a man who says shit he doesn’t mean?”

Heat flushed through me, a cocktail of nerves and arousal. “No, I just?—”

“Don’t.” His jaw flexed, and he dragged his hand down his beard like he was holding back something darker. “Don’t ever doubt that I mean what I say. Especially when it comes to you.”

I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling too fast. “Tatum?—”

He cut me off, leaning close until I could feel his breath on my lips. “Say that shit again, baby, and I’ll spank your sexy ass until you can’t sit tomorrow. Then I’ll spend the rest of the night fucking that idea out of your pretty little head.”

I gasped, every muscle in my body tightening at once. The threat should have made me bristle. Instead, it sent a bolt of desire racing through me.

His gaze dropped to my parted lips, then lower still. He noticed. Of course he did. The man never missed a thing.

“You like that.”

I shook my head on instinct, but it was weak, betraying me.

“Liar.” The word rumbled out of him as his hand slid up my thigh and squeezed, just shy of indecent. “Your body is telling a different story.”

“Tatum…” I breathed his name like a plea.

That broke whatever restraint he had left. He moved fast, one arm hooking around my waist, dragging me across his lap.

A shocked sound escaped me. “Wait?—”

“Not waiting.” His voice was molten steel. “You wanted to know if I meant what I said about you being mine? You’re about to learn I don’t play games with you, baby.”

The first smack landed quick and sharp over the thin cotton of my panties. My whole body jolted, a cry catching in my throat. He rubbed the sting away with a slow caress that made my head spin.

“That’s for doubting me.” His hand smoothed over the curve of my butt, deceptively gentle. Then another smack followed, harder this time, the sound echoing in the room. “And that’s so you don’t forget again.”

My skin tingled, and my breath came shallow. I should have been mortified. Instead, every nerve felt alive, strung tight, and aching for more.

He bent low, lips brushing my ear. “You belong to me, Callie. Every inch. Every breath. Mine.”

A shiver tore through me, sharp and unstoppable. My thighs pressed together, desperate for relief.

He noticed that too. His laugh was dark and satisfied. “Knew it.”

Before I could gather my thoughts, he flipped me onto my back, pinning me to the couch cushions with his weight. His mouth claimed mine in a brutal kiss. I whimpered into it, clinging to his shoulders, already lost.

“Gonna fuck you so deep,” he growled against my lips, “you’ll never question what you mean to me again.”

“Yes,” I gasped when he ground his thick length against my core.

I shivered as Tatum caught me around the waist, pulling me up with him.

His strong hands lifted me effortlessly, and when I met his gaze, my breath caught—his eyes were filled with heat that made my heart race.

Before I could speak, his lips crashed onto mine, fierce and hungry, as he started to carry me toward the bedroom.

We didn’t make it that far, though. Instead, he hoisted me onto the kitchen island, his hands firm on my butt. Heat surged through me, my body responding before my mind could catch up.

My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and when he yanked me to the edge of the counter, pressing his hard length against my core, a moan escaped me. I wiggled closer, desperate for more of him.

His lips left mine, trailing fire down my neck to my collarbone, each kiss igniting sparks under my skin. Then he whipped the shirt I’d borrowed over my head, leaving me exposed in just my pair of pink panties.

His eyes darkened, a growl rumbling from his chest. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

My breasts heaved under his gaze. His mouth latched onto one stiff nipple, and I melted back onto the cool island, moaning as his tongue licked while his teeth nibbled. My hands tangled in his hair, my back arching to offer more of myself to him, craving every touch.

He moved to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, and I felt the ache between my legs grow unbearable. His tongue traced a path down the valley of my breasts, circling my belly button, pausing at the waistband of my panties.

Unwrapping my legs from his waist, his hands glided from my hips to my ankles and back, sending shivers through me.

“These are so damn sweet and hot as fuck, baby.” He yanked the cotton material down my legs. “But I like you even better when you’re completely naked for me. And only ever me.”

I propped myself up on my elbows, blinking through the fog of lust clouding my mind as he slid his hands under my butt, lifting me higher. His head dipped, and his tongue ran up the center of my pussy, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

“So wet,” he groaned, his voice vibrating against my skin. “I can never seem to get enough of you, baby.”

“More,” I moaned, my voice breathy and desperate. “Please, Tatum.”

His name on my lips was a plea, my body trembling under his touch.

“Be a good girl and keep those thighs open for me. Don’t make me hold them there.”

Doing as he asked, I pressed my palms against my inner thighs. He grinned up at me. “There she is. My good girl.”

I preened under his praise, my orgasm quickly building as he devoured me like a man starved. I writhed, my hips bucking against his mouth. My cries grew louder as I teetered on the edge of release, but then he paused, and I nearly whimpered in frustration.

“Who do you belong to, Callie?” His voice was firm and demanding, his green gaze locked on mine.

“Who…?” My mind was hazy, but his determined expression pulled me back.

“Say it, baby,” he ordered. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“Really?” I snapped, my voice sharp with need as I tried to get his tongue back where it belonged.

His tongue slowly circled my clit, sucking it into his mouth, and I moaned, my resolve crumbling. When he let it pop free, he growled, “Who?”

A thrill shot through me, and I whispered, “You.”

“That was too quiet for me to hear you, baby.”

I let out a frustrated growl, my body aching for release. “You! I belong to you, Tatum! Only ever you!”

His grin was triumphant, and he buried his face between my legs, attacking with relentless hunger. It didn’t take long before I flew over the edge, screaming as pleasure consumed me. My body shook, my core clenching as waves of ecstasy rolled through me.

Before I could catch my breath, he lowered his zipper, freeing his cock.

Then he spread my legs wide, my swollen, glistening center exposed and begging for him.

Pulling me closer until my butt was at the edge of the counter, he lined himself up with my entrance.

Grabbing my hips, he brought me upright as he thrust forward, filling me completely in one powerful push.

I gasped, the sensation of him hitting deep inside me overwhelming. My body pitched toward him, and I clung to him, my pussy gripping him tightly.

“Fuck!” He’d taken me so many times since that first night, but he was so big that I always felt that first thrust. “Breathe. Let me in. Yeah—just like that. Feel me stretch you open.”

“Yes,” I panted, digging my nails into his shoulders and giving my hips an experimental wiggle.

Once he knew I could take him fully, Tatum braced his hands on the island and started to pump his hips, each thrust driving him deeper. I was falling onto him with every retreat, the angle making it feel like he was claiming every inch of me.

“Oh fuck, Callie,” he groaned, and I squeezed my inner muscles around him, drawing a shudder from him. “So good, baby. Fuck, yeah! Gonna ruin you for anyone else. No man will ever touch what I claimed.”

“Tatum,” I cried, my voice breaking as he shifted, hitting the perfect spot with every thrust. “Oh yes...oh! Harder! Yes!”

“Come, Callie,” he demanded, his voice strained. “Come on my cock, baby. Take it all, everything I have. Milk my dick until nothing is left. I’ll fill you up so good you’ll think about me every time you walk.”

My walls fluttered, and I screamed his name as I exploded, my pussy clamping down so tightly it felt like I’d never let him go. He pounded into me a few more times, then bellowed, his climax hitting as he shuddered, filling me with hot jets of come that spilled down my legs.

The world stilled, and he buried his face in the crook of my neck. “Every time, I think it’s the best it will get, and then you prove me wrong,” he murmured.

I giggled, the movement causing my walls to squeeze his still-hard cock, and we both moaned at the sensation.

He wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

“Hold on, baby,” he said, carrying me to the bed. He fell onto it, keeping himself buried inside me.

I yawned, resting my head on his chest, and glared up at him playfully. He laughed, pulling off his shirt and reluctantly sliding out of me to remove his jeans. Then he lifted me back onto his cock, guiding my head down until I was splayed across his body.

“Look at you—wrecked and mine. That’s how I like you.”

His hand traced soft circles on my back, and I felt myself drifting, safe and sated in his arms as sleep pulled me under.