Page 4 of Edge (Redline Kings MC #4)

EDGE

I planted my palm on the doorjamb above her head, leaning in until the space between us all but disappeared.

My body cut her off from the hall, a wall of heat and leather shielding her like I’d already claimed the ground she stood on.

Her back hit the door, chest rising fast enough that her nipples strained against her shirt, brushing air that suddenly felt hotter than the street outside.

Her scent slid straight into my lungs—citrus and sunshine, threaded with something darker that I wanted to sink my teeth into. My eyes tracked everything: the pulse hammering in her throat, the tremble in her stomach, the pink bow of her mouth that looked like sin just waiting to be tasted.

“Tell me no.” My voice was rough as my lips brushed close enough that she felt the scrape of my breath.

She didn’t. Her eyes widened, pupils gone wide, lips parting on a stuttered inhale. That was all the answer I needed.

I closed the inch between us, mouth taking hers like it had always been mine. Hard at first, deliberate, then easing to test how deep Callie would let me in.

She gasped against me, the sound hot and shocked, before softening and giving way. My hand cupped her jaw, thumb stroking once, a hint of tenderness under the iron of my grip. The other anchored her hip, dragging her closer until her chest pressed tightly to mine.

“Open for me,” I growled against her mouth.

When she did, heat and surrender tangled with the crash in my blood.

Her hands fumbled with the doorknob, trembling so bad she couldn’t twist it. Her breath brushed hot against my cheek, quick and panicked, and I felt every shiver of it.

“Easy,” I muttered, though I didn’t mean it. I wanted her strung tight. Off balance.

I leaned in and covered her hand with mine, swallowing her small fingers in my palm. One twist and click, then the door gave.

We stumbled inside together, her back bumping the frame as I shoved past, my mouth crushing hers again, tongues tangling, her breath hot and uneven against mine.

The dim hallway spilled one last stripe of light across her hair before I kicked the door shut, heel slamming wood into the frame with a heavy crack.

The deadbolt rattled into place from the force, final and absolute.

Darkness swallowed the room until her hand scraped along the wall, finding a switch. A lamp blinked on across the space, throwing warm gold over her skin. Her hair was mussed from my grip, lips swollen from my kiss, chest rising hard like she couldn’t catch her breath.

My eyes swept the place fast, cataloging like I always did. Small. Lived in. The air smelled faint of books, citrus, and her. Soft in a way my world never was. And now that she’d let me in, I was going to mark it—mark her—with every inch of me.

I caught Callie’s waist, spun, and pressed her into the nearest wall.

Drywall thudded under her shoulders as my body sealed her in.

My mouth found hers again, harder this time—less kiss, more claim.

My tongue dragged hers into submission while my hands locked her in place, feeling the quiver run through her as she arched against me.

“Yeah.” My breath was hot against her lips. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”

One hand spread across her spine, keeping her pinned, while the other slid low, hooking her shirt hem.

I peeled it up slowly, knuckles grazing her ribs, and her skin pebbled under the drag.

Her breath hitched sharp when the fabric cleared her head.

I tossed it aside without a glance, greedy for the sight of her.

Damn. She was fucking gorgeous.

“Look at you.” A crooked grin cut across my face as my mouth closed over the swell of her breast through the thin bra. I licked once, slow and deliberate, then bit just enough to make her gasp. The sound ripped through me like nitrous, leaving a burning need in its wake.

My hand shifted, and I hooked my thumb under the band of her bra. With one sharp tug, it slid aside, baring her pebbled peak to the cool air. I sealed my mouth around it, tongue circling until she was panting, her nails clawing at my shoulders.

A shiver wracked her body, and my cock throbbed painfully.

“Already trembling, baby,” I growled, my voice dark silk. “And I haven’t even gotten my hand between your legs yet.”

Her moans were muffled against my shoulder, sharp little gasps that cut straight through me as I sucked her nipple hard, teeth catching just enough to make her jolt.

My tongue soothed, then bit again, pulling another sound out of her throat as I caught her wrists and dragged them up the wall above her head, my palms swallowing her small hands.

Her breath rushed out in a startled sound, her body going taut under me.

For a beat, I held her there, testing. Then I let go.

She didn’t move. Just kept those pretty hands right where I’d put them, as though she was waiting for me to decide what came next. The sight sent a savage pulse through my cock.

“That’s it, baby,” I growled against her skin, voice raw silk. “Be a good girl and stay just like that.”

Both my palms slid down to cup her tits, filling my hands with warm, perfect weight. She arched instantly, pressing into me like she couldn’t get close enough. I kneaded harder, thumbing over her peaked nipples until she was panting, chest heaving, every sound she made cutting deeper under my skin.

My fingertips whispered over her quivering skin as I brought my hand to the waistband of her pants, then dipped down into her panties to cup her pussy. I dragged one digit between her folds and groaned.

“Fuck,” I rasped, teeth dragging over her throat. “Baby, you’re soaked. Dripping all over my hand. Is this all for me?”

Callie bit her lip and nodded, making me smile at her honesty.

“Good girl,” I praised softly as I traced slow, almost cruel circles over her clit, keeping her just on the edge. She might as well learn now that I was a selfish, possessive bastard who would want to own her body in every way.

Her head tipped back, but I wasn’t having that. My other hand caught her jaw, fingers clamping firm until she had no choice but to meet my gaze. Her pupils were blown wide, mouth parted, chest rising hard against mine.

“Eyes on me,” I ordered, voice low and rough, every word a chain binding her to me. “There you go.”

I continued to tease, and her breath hitched, hips twitching against me as small, broken whimpers spilled from her lips.

“Don’t even know what you’re begging for, do you?” I slid one finger into her, the tight heat gripping me like a fist. She cried out as I worked her steady, deep, and unrelenting, then pushed a second digit inside, stretching her open while my thumb rolled lazy pressure over her clit.

“Fuck, baby.” My growl was a mix of rough and silk. “So fucking tight. Dying to feel this pussy squeezing my cock.”

“Yes,” she gasped, arching hard into me, her body bowing like a live wire.

Her breath shattered, and then she broke apart against my hand, pulsing wet heat gripping my fingers as her cry tore the air.

I didn’t stop. My mouth crashed against hers, swallowing her desperate sounds. My tongue tangled with hers while my hand kept its steady rhythm, owning every aftershock, every shiver. I rode her through it, her release coating my fingers, and my kiss claiming every ragged moan.

Her body sagged against the wall, breaths ragged, eyes glazed but slowly clearing as the climax ebbed.

I pulled my hand from her panties, and I didn’t look away from her when I shoved my fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean, groaning low in my chest. “Fuck, baby. You taste so good I could live on it.”

Her lips parted on a shaky sound that was half gasp, half disbelief. Perfect.

I tore the clasp on her bra and stripped it away like it offended me, and the thin fabric hit the floor, forgotten. Then I made quick work of her shoes, pants, and panties, sending them off to join her bra.

My eyes scanned her thoroughly as I circled her wrists and brought her hands down to rest on my shoulders.

I stepped back just far enough to take her in, every inch laid bare for me now.

Smooth skin kissed gold by the sun, soft curves that begged for my hands, the rise and fall of her chest as she tried to catch her breath.

Her nipples were peaked tight, flushed against the cooler air, her belly drawing in with every shaky inhale.

Between her thighs, she was slick and swollen, glistening like a promise, thighs trembling but spread just for me.

“Fucking perfect.” My voice came out rough, reverent, and filthy all at once.

Damn, I was about to blow in my pants like a horny teenager.

I slid both hands under her ass and lifted, her startled squeak breaking into a breathless laugh against my throat when her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Her heat pressed to the large, thick length straining behind my fly, only the thin barrier of denim kept me from sinking inside.

I held her weight like it was nothing, crowding her closer, my voice a low growl in her ear.

“I’m giving you one out, baby. Right here. Right now. If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m gonna fuck you. And once I do, you’re mine. You get that?”

She blinked, dazed but sure, then lifted her chin and pointed toward the short hall. “Bedroom’s that way.”

A savage grin cut across my face. “Good girl.”

I shifted Callie higher, her thighs cinching my ribs and her damp heat grinding against the bulge until I almost saw stars.

Every step toward the room dragged the thick ridge of my cock against her, denim scraping sensitive flesh until pain and pleasure blurred.

My breath came hard, my teeth clenched, but my focus didn’t break.