Page 5 of Edge (Redline Kings MC #4)

I laid her out in the center of the bed, taking my time even though my blood was practically boiling.

Her hair spread wild across the pillow, skin flushed from the orgasm I’d already wrung out of her, eyes dark and heated, and her tits bouncing with each choppy breath, like she was still trying to catch up. My chest burned at the sight. Mine.

My boots hit the floor with heavy thuds, dust scattering from the tread. Then I shrugged out of my cut, the leather sliding off my shoulders, before I dropped it over a chair. My shirt followed, tugged off in one hard pull.

Callie’s eyes never left me—hungry, wide, and drinking in every inch like she couldn’t help herself.

The more she looked, the thinner my leash stretched.

Calm and control were always my armor, but with her watching me like that, I felt the edges fray.

Felt the crazy motherfucker inside me trying to break free.

My hands went to the button of my jeans, and when I freed my cock, the air turned molten. Her sharp gasp hit me like a gunshot. She went eerily still, her eyes widening at the sight of my shaft—thick, hard, veins corded under skin, the swollen tip purple and slick with precome.

Her throat worked, and I caught a flicker of worry shadowing her face as she whispered, “I don’t think…um…that can’t possibly fit…”

I stifled a chuckle as I crawled onto the bed, muscles straining as I caged her with every inch forward. My cock slid along her folds, hot and wet, painting her with me but not inside yet. I dipped my head low, my mouth brushing her ear.

“Might hurt a little,” I rasped, my voice rough as asphalt. “Stretchin’ this sweet pussy open around me. But I’ll make you feel so fucking good, baby, you won’t care.”

Her teeth caught her lip, eyes darting away nervously, and my eyes narrowed.

I gripped her chin, firm enough to drag her gaze back to mine. “Don’t look away from me. Not now. Tell me what you’re hiding.”

Her blush spread hot across her cheeks, then down her neck. She stammered, “I-I’m not. I mean, it’s just that I haven’t… before.”

The words hit like a flashbang, and my gut locked, my cock pulsing so hard it hurt. A feral, primal beast tore through my chest, snapping teeth and shredding the last scraps of restraint. I was gonna be the first. The only. No man had ever touched what I was about to claim.

I dragged a breath through my teeth, fighting for a shred of control.

“You having second thoughts?” My voice came out low and dangerous. “Because I already gave you your out, baby. You agreed to be mine, and I’m not gonna let go easy.”

She blinked up at me, her blue eyes shy and her worried lips trembling. “So…you’re not upset that I’m a virgin?”

My laugh was a jagged growl. “Upset? Hell, baby, I’m happy as shit. Means I get to pop that sweet cherry and claim you in a way no other man ever will. Means I don’t have to hunt down and kill every bastard who ever touched you.”

Her eyes widened, and she giggled, probably assuming I was joking.

I wasn’t.

But she didn’t need to know that.

I softened my grip on her chin, my thumb brushing her cheek, the tender contradiction to the dark promise underneath.

“You’re mine,” I whispered, a feral smile tugging at my mouth. “First. Last. Only. Remember that.”

I braced myself over her, my forearms caging her in as I caught her wrists. Her pulse fluttered beneath my fingers as I dragged her hands up, locking them above her head. My fingers laced tightly through hers, grounding her even while I lined my cock at her entrance.

“Look at me,” I ordered.

Her eyes flicked up, wide and glistening. That was enough.

I pushed, slow as a blade sliding into its sheath, inch by deliberate inch. Heat swallowed me, tight as a vise, and my vision blurred at the edges. She gasped, chest arching, her beautiful face caught between awe and pain.

“Breathe, baby,” I rasped, my mouth hovering over hers, every nerve on fire. “Good girl. That’s it—open up for me.”

Her nails bit crescents into my hands where I still held her pinned, but she didn’t pull away. She lifted her hips instead, offering herself up even as her breath stuttered.

I sank deeper, my cock wrapped in fire, her body stretching around me like it was fighting and yielding all at once. I paused when her face tightened, the muscles under me trembling.

“Easy.” I brushed my nose along her temple, stealing a kiss at the corner of her mouth. “I’ll wait. You’re so fucking tight, baby. So perfect.”

Another shallow push. Her lips parted on a broken moan.

“Yeah,” I groaned, the sound ripped out of me. “Fuck, yes. Take me. Take it all the way.”

Her walls clenched hard around me, and I almost lost it, nearly slammed in the way my body demanded. The only thing stopping me was knowing how much it would split her open too fast.

Finally, with one last shallow thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, my balls snug against her skin. My jaw locked, every muscle wired tight, and sweat dripped down my spine.

I stilled. Forced myself to breathe even though I was one heartbeat from snapping. My thumb brushed the corner of her eye, catching a stray tear before it fell.

“You okay?” I asked, voice low, ragged.

She nodded, biting her lip. “It hurts a little.”

“I know, baby.” My crooked smile twisted darkly as I kissed her jaw, my whisper hot against her ear. “But I’m about to make it a fuck of a lot better.”

Her body adjusted around me, and when I pushed deeper, she gasped—sharp at first, then broken into something sweeter. Her back bowed, chest pressing into mine, hard nipples digging into my skin as pleasure sparked across her face.

“There it is.” I dragged my hips back, then drove forward harder, setting a rhythm meant to brand her from the inside out. “That’s what I wanted. Feel me, baby. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

I released her hands, and her nails clawed into my shoulders while small, desperate sounds tumbled from her lips as her body rocked with mine.

“Edge!” she cried out, and I stopped. Froze.

It was wrong. All wrong.

“Tatum,” I grunted.

“W-what?” she asked, clearly confused.

“You call me Tatum, Callie,” I demanded. “And that’s the name you scream when you’re coming so hard you forget your own name.”

“Please, don’t stop, Tatum,” she whispered.

“Fuck!” I shouted. Hearing my name fall from her lush lips while her inner walls squeezed my dick nearly pushed me into an orgasm.

“Say it again,” I ordered.

“Tatum.”

“Louder!” I snarled.

“Tatum! Yes! Yes!” she screamed.

I was so damn close, but I held tight to my control and picked up the brutal rhythm.

Dropping my mouth to her throat, I bit down until she gasped, then licked the sting away, my tongue tracing her racing pulse.

I moved lower, catching a nipple between my teeth, tugging until she cried out before soothing with my tongue, relentless with the rhythm below.

“Good girl,” I rasped, voice gone gravel. “That’s it—ride my cock, take what I give you. You’re mine now. Say it.”

“Yours,” she breathed, the word catching in her throat as another moan chased it. “Yes! Tatum!”

My control frayed with every clench of her hot, wet pussy around me. She was tight, silky, gripping me like she never wanted to let me go. And then it hit me—raw and brutal. The reason it felt so fucking good.

No condom. Bare. Shit!

She was a virgin, so she probably wasn’t on birth control.

Fucking hell. I could get her pregnant.

The thought detonated in my skull like C4. My vision blurred at the edges, my sanity officially slipping its leash. A feral growl ripped from my chest as I snapped my hips harder, rougher, rutting into her like the animal I’d kept caged too long.

“Fuck,” I snarled, every thrust savage. “You feel that, baby? Feel me deep? I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else. No man’s ever gonna touch this sweet pussy but me.”

I was gonna fill her to the brim. And if I didn’t knock her up this time, I’d fuck her over and over until I did.

She gasped my name, her legs locking around my waist as I pounded into her, the bedframe knocking the wall with every brutal drive. Her eyes went wide, then glassy, her body teetering right at the edge of another climax.

“Hold it.” My hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back just enough so I could see every flicker of surrender on her face. “You don’t come until I tell you.”

Her pussy clamped down, the muscles rippling, but she held back her orgasm. “So good, baby. Promise it will be worth it. Fuck, you’re so hot. Yes! Fuck! Mine!”

I grabbed her legs under her thighs and pushed them up so her knees were pressed to her chest, then shifted just enough to make sure my cock was rubbing her clit with every thrust. “Now!”

Callie’s moans broke higher, then turned to screams, her body arching and shuddering. I fucked her through it, losing myself in the raw, primal drive to own every sound, every shudder, every fucking breath.

Before the tremors even left her, I flipped us over and hauled her astride my hips. She gasped, eyes wide, hands scrambling at my chest as I shoved her down onto my cock again, her slick heat swallowing me whole.

“Ride me, baby.” My palms clamped around her hips, dragging her up and down. “Bounce that tight little pussy on me.”

Her hair flew wild around her face, sweat gleaming gold in the low light.

She moved like she couldn’t stop, every downward slam making me grunt.

My hands slid higher, filling with her tits and kneading hard until she cried out.

I pinched her nipples between callused fingers, tugged, and rolled until she broke into desperate little whimpers.

“Yeah, fuck yes—look at you,” I rasped, dragging my gaze over her flushed face, her parted lips, the way she was breaking open for me. “My pretty girl. Just like that. Fall apart on my cock. Fuck!”

Her body clamped, her cries spilling free, and I felt her spasm around me, wet and pulsing. Her orgasm tore through her while I forced her hips to keep grinding.

“Good girl,” I praised darkly, my voice thick with possession. “Come for me.”

I rolled her under again, pinning her with my weight, taking back control. Her body trembled under mine, still spasming, but I wasn’t done. I braced a hand by her head, the other gripping her thigh, and pounded in deep, brutal thrusts, driving her higher.

Her final climax built like a live wire—her back bowing, nails scoring my shoulders, every muscle strung tight. Her breath shattered into broken gasps, eyes wide and pleading.

“Milk my cock, baby.” I rutted harder. “Make me come with you. Fuck, yes. Let go. Give it to me.”

Her scream tore the room apart, my name ripped from her throat raw and loud.

That sound dragged me over the edge, white-hot, my body locking deep inside her.

Muscles clenched, a guttural groan wrenched out of me—her name on my tongue like a vow—as I spilled into her, grinding one last time to bury every ounce inside.

“Take every fucking drop,” I snarled as I poured out my seed into her womb.

The world narrowed to heat, to her, to the fire snapping through both of us as we came apart together, tangled and ruined in the best fucking way.