Page 33 of Property of Blade (Kings of Anarchy MC: Alaska #1)

I nod, but my gaze stays locked on Hannah.

She’s calm and understanding. It’s as though she’s got her own walls, her own guarded spaces that she’s chosen not to share with anyone.

But that doesn’t mean she’s not capable of getting it.

Maybe she gets it better than I thought.

The world I’m in, the one that comes with the MC, isn’t one you walk into lightly.

And from the way she’s handling this, it’s clear she’s not someone who’s just going to crumble under the weight of it.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” I ask, my voice a little softer, unsure of how to approach the question but needing to know.

Her eyes meet mine, steady as ever. “I’m fine. I’m not here to ask questions you’re not ready to answer.”

At this moment, I feel a quiet respect for her. I didn’t expect this side of her, not at all. And while part of me wants to keep her at arm’s length, the other part of me can’t help but feel relieved. Maybe—just maybe—she might be more ready for this life than I thought.

Vex stands, his movements smooth and effortless. He glances at Hannah, his sharp eyes flicking from Hannah to me. “Do you need me to go by Hannah’s? Make sure everything is kosher?”

I think about it for a moment. It’s been quiet, but that doesn’t mean it’s been safe . My instincts are still on edge, and I trust Vex’s senses more than anyone’s. “Yeah. Can you see if we missed anything?”

Vex’s nose twitches slightly, a small flicker of concentration crossing his features. His senses are sharper than a human’s, and his abilities give him a level of awareness that most people can’t even begin to understand. He never forgets a scent so he should be able to identify who did this.

“Yep,” he says, tossing his empty beer bottle into the trash with a precise flick of his wrist. “I’ll take care of it.”

“I’ll get my keys,” Hannah offers, standing and starting to head toward the bedroom door, but Vex stops her with a hand.

His lips curve up into a lazy, almost teasing smile. “That’s okay. I’d prefer you invited me in. It’d be rude to snoop around your stuff without you there. I’ll just take in the outside, see if anyone’s around.”

Hannah frowns at him, clearly not understanding the subtlety in his words. “I don’t mind you going in.”

Vex’s smile widens, his gaze flicking briefly to me—he’s amused by the whole situation.

“I appreciate that, Hannah, but I’ll wait for an invitation from you when you’re home.

” His tone is smooth with a calm that makes him seem untouchable or detached.

It’s one of the things about him I’ve always found unsettling.

Hannah doesn’t seem to pick up on the hidden meaning in his words, or maybe she’s just letting it slide. Either way, she stares at him for a moment before her lips twitch up slightly. “All right.”

Vex’s gaze softens for a second, and then, with a single nod, he turns to head for the door. But I can tell that even though he’s following through with the request, his mind is already working. He’s assessing everything, even the things that haven’t happened yet.

I don’t like it when Vex is this quiet. It’s never a good sign.

The door clicks shut behind him, and suddenly, it’s just Hannah and me. She stands, her movements slow and deliberate, and before I can say anything, she straddles my lap, her body warm and soft against mine. Her arms slip around my shoulders, and she leans down, her breath warm against my neck.

“It’s been a long day,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my ear. “Maybe we should go to bed?”

Her words send a pulse of heat straight to my cock, which is hard in an instant, straining against the tightness of my jeans.

I can’t hold back the growl that rumbles from deep in my chest, the hunger for her that’s always simmering just beneath the surface.

My hand slides up through her hair, threading through the strands before I grip the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

I crash my lips to hers, devouring her in a kiss that speaks more than words ever could. Her body arches into mine, the heat between us becoming unbearable. Her hips roll against me, and I can feel the electric connection between us, the way her body moves as if it’s made for mine.

But then, she pulls back just enough to look into my eyes. Her breath is heavy, her chest rising and falling with the same urgency I feel. She stares at me, her gaze intense, almost searching, but all I can see is the desire that’s burning in her eyes.

“You sure about this?” I ask, my voice rough. My hand slips lower, but I wait, needing to hear her say it, to know that she wants this as much as I do.

Hannah’s eyes soften as she looks at me, her breath coming in quick bursts, matching the frantic rhythm of my pulse. There’s something in her gaze that tells me she’s not backing down or hesitating, but I need to hear it from her and know that she’s all in too.

Her lips curve into a small, teasing smile. “I’m sure, Blade. I’m not going anywhere.”

With that, the rest of the world fades away. It’s just us, the thrum of desire pulsing through us like a heartbeat. My hand slides down her back, pulling her even closer until I can feel the heat of her body pressed against me. Every inch of her is a fire, and I can’t get enough.

Her lips meet mine again, softer this time, slower. The kiss is deeper, more intimate. Hannah is offering me more than just her body—she’s offering me a piece of her soul. I lose myself in it, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her as she moves against me as if we were made for this moment.

But I can’t wait. The need, the raw hunger for her is too much. I stand, putting her beneath me on the table, and I take a breath, trying to steady myself, but it’s impossible. The tension is unbearable, a thick, suffocating pull that draws me closer to her.

I press my forehead to hers, feeling her rapid breath mix with mine. “Tell me, Hannah. Tell me you’re mine.”

Her hands slide up to my chest, tracing the hard line of my muscles before she looks into my eyes, her voice steady yet filled with something fierce. “I’m yours, Blade. Every part of me.”

That’s all I need. Without another word, I close the space between us, kissing her deeply, passionately, and claiming her in every way. There’s no turning back now.

Not for me.

Not for her.

The table creaks beneath us as I hover above her, my breath ragged, my pulse a chaotic thrum in my ears.

I can feel her heat beneath me, her body already responding to my touch, and it’s almost unbearable.

Every inch of her is a temptation I can’t resist. She’s mine, and I’m going to make sure she knows it.

Hannah’s fingers tangle in my hair, she pulls me closer, and her touch sends sparks shooting through me. The way she’s looking at me—her eyes dark, full of need—makes it harder to breathe. I need to taste her. I need to claim her.

Slowly, I lean down, my lips grazing her ear as I whisper, “You’re beautiful. Don’t hold back.”

Her breath catches, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.

She arches against me, her hips grinding subtly beneath mine, seeking more.

I can feel her pulse beneath my fingertips, the frantic rhythm matching my own.

I lower my mouth to her neck, kissing the delicate skin, my teeth grazing her as I feel her shiver beneath me.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire, a plea that makes me burn even hotter. “Blade...”

My hand moves between us, slipping under her shirt, skin on skin.

Her body shudders at the contact, and I can feel her growing need, her body responding to every touch as if she’s been waiting for this moment.

I want to take my time with her to savor every second, but I can’t help myself. The hunger is too fierce.

I guide her closer, pressing her body to mine, feeling her heat through every layer of clothing. My lips return to hers, the kiss desperate, deep, as I continue to move against her.

And then, as my hand slides lower, my fingers finding the sensitive spot that makes her gasp, I watch her face, feeling the shift, the trembling of her body as she lets go.

Her back arches, her breath hitching, and I feel her body’s release of the tremors in the way she clutches me closer.

The way she calls my name, soft and needy, ignites a fire inside me.

But I’m not done. Not yet. Not until she’s mine in every way.

With a growl of frustration, I pull back slightly, needing to see her, to let her catch her breath, but I can’t pull away completely. I can feel the tension between us, the unspoken promise of what’s to come, and it makes my blood run hotter.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I mutter, my voice rough as I lift her in one swift motion. She gasps in surprise, but there’s no hesitation in her. Her arms wrap around me instinctively, her legs winding around my waist as I carry her effortlessly across the room.

She buries her face in the crook of my neck, her breath warm against my skin, and I feel the weight of everything she’s giving me—every touch, every word, every whisper. She’s trusting me completely, and it makes everything inside me burn with need.

I kick open the bedroom door, making my way to the bed. The room is dimly lit, just enough to see the shadows dancing on the walls. Gently, I lay her down, the air between us crackles with intensity. My body shakes with anticipation, but I take my time, never breaking eye contact.

“Hannah,” I whisper, my voice a low growl, the raw need in me surfacing with every breath. “Let me taste you.”

Her eyes widen, her body shivering beneath me, but there’s no fear there.

Just trust. She nods once, and that’s all I need.

I trail my fingers down her sides, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my touch.

Her breath hitches as I kiss her again, slow and deep, my hand sliding beneath the waistband of her jeans.