Page 34 of Property of Blade (Kings of Anarchy MC: Alaska #1)
I take my time, moving with deliberate care, wanting to feel every inch of her, wanting her to feel the same hunger I do. Her body responds to me, arching into my touch as I slowly undress her, my fingers brushing over her in places that make her gasp and shudder.
Her eyes are locked on mine, her chest rising and falling with anticipation, and as I move lower, I take in the scent of her skin, the taste of her lingering on my lips.
Everything about her is perfect, and I savor it—every second, every feeling—as I finally close the distance, tasting her as if I’ve been starving for this moment.
She gasps, her hands tangling in my hair as I make her come undone again. The way her body moves beneath me, the way she gives herself to me, is all I need to know that she’s mine—completely and utterly.
My tongue dives between her folds, and I swear I’ve never tasted something so sweet. Hannah grinds her pussy into my face. While I lick and tease, I insert a finger, then two, moving them in and out of her at a slow, torturous pace.
“Blade, please,” she begs.
“What do you want?”
“You know.”
“Tell me.”
Hannah whispers, “I want you to fuck me.”
Hannah’s words hang in the air, charged with a raw, desperate need, and it makes my heart race. She doesn’t have to say it twice. I already know what she wants. And the way she says it—soft, almost trembling—pulls something primal from deep within me.
I pull back just enough to look at her, her body flushed, her chest heaving with every breath. She’s mine. She’s here with me, giving herself to me in ways I never thought she could, and it makes me want to slow down to savor every second of it, but the hunger in me is too strong.
The weight of the moment presses down on me, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
Standing, I slowly strip off my clothes, one piece at a time, never breaking eye contact with her.
The tension between us is thick, nearly unbearable, but I need this—to see her reaction, to feel every inch of her against me.
As I remove my T-shirt, the air of the room brushes against my skin, but the heat between us is even hotter.
I unbuckle my jeans and slide them off, the sound of the zipper echoing in the quiet room.
My body is tense, every muscle hard with anticipation.
I’m aching for her, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.
Hannah watches me, her eyes dark with desire, her lips parted as if she’s waiting for something more. I step closer to the bed, my movements slow, deliberate, but there’s an edge to it now—a need I can’t deny.
She reaches for me, her hands trembling as she touches my chest, then trails down, her fingertips brushing over the muscles of my stomach and then lower. She knows exactly what she’s doing, teasing me, testing the limits of my control as her hand wraps around my cock and pumps me up and down.
“You sure you want this?” I murmur, my voice low, raw with want.
Her fingers tighten on my skin as she looks up at me, the question in her eyes already answered. “I want you, Blade. Right here. Right now.”
I move closer, closing the distance between us, and as I kneel on the bed beside her, I feel her warmth, her need, drawing me in even further.
Her hands find mine, pulling me closer, and I lower my lips to hers in a slow, deep kiss, my body pushing into hers as I finally feel the pressure I’ve been holding back for so long.
Her pussy is tight and slick as I pump in and out of her. Hannah matches my movements, meeting every thrust.
But this isn’t how I want to finish. Pulling out, I fall onto the bed beside her.
“Ride me, baby.”
Hannah slowly lowers herself onto me. My hands go to her hips as she rolls them, and I thrust upward, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her.
This isn’t about Hannah now, but about me finding my release. Digging my fingers into her hips, I move her faster. She puts her hands on my chest as she rides me, her eyes close, and she bites her bottom lip. Deftly, I place my thumb against her clit and tease her nub. Hannah’s eyes fly open.
“I’m going to come!”
“Yeah, babe, let’s do it together.”
As her pussy convulses around me, I buck up into her and let myself go. My whole body is on fire, every nerve concentrating on this one moment as I spill my seed inside her.
A roar escapes me as I pull her down, my instincts taking over completely as I sink my teeth into the shoulder I’d previously marked. The taste of her skin and blood ignites something deep inside me.
Hannah cries out, but it’s not in pain—it’s the primal, raw sound of need, of surrender.
The noise vibrates through me, making everything inside me burn hotter and more urgent.
I feel her hands clutching at my sides, her nails digging into my skin as her body reacts to mine in ways that leave me no control.
Her breath is ragged, her chest rising and falling against mine with every gasp. I can feel her heat and the pulse beneath her skin, the way her body responds to mine as if it’s been building up to this moment. It makes me lose all sense of restraint.
Lifting my head from her shoulder with the faint taste of her still lingering, I look into her eyes. Her pupils are wide with lust, her lips parted. I kiss her again, deep and fierce, as if I can claim every part of her, leaving nothing behind.
She meets me with equal intensity, her hands moving over my chest, her fingers digging into my muscles as if she’s trying to anchor herself. Her hips push against mine, urgent and desperate, and I can’t help but respond.
The tension builds between us, each kiss, each touch bringing us closer to the edge again, to the breaking point where nothing exists except the two of us locked in this primal connection.
A loud bang echoes through the night, jolting both of us to a stop. We freeze, listening, but there’s no other sound. I don’t hesitate. I flip her onto the bed, and in one swift motion, I’m up and moving, striding toward the door.
The night air hits me as I step outside. Everything is quiet. Too quiet. I can’t sense anyone around, but the noise had to have come from something or someone.
“Show yourself!” I yell into the night, my voice low and commanding, knowing it will carry through the stillness.
Hannah, wearing one of my T-shirts, steps onto the porch, her eyes wide with concern.
“Get back inside!” I bark, not wanting her to get caught in whatever this is.
“No,” she says, her voice firm despite the fear in her eyes. “I’m not letting you face this alone.”
My jaw tightens, and a growl rises from deep within my chest, a sound I can’t control. “I don’t want you getting hurt.” I take a step toward her, my tone hardening. “Get inside. Now ,” I order, more sharply than I mean to as if she’s one of my men.
Hannah hesitates, her gaze flicking between the darkness and me, but after a moment’s pause, she steps backward, retreating into the safety of the cabin.
I scan the area as I walk around the perimeter, every instinct on high alert. There’s no sign of anyone, no movement, no whispers in the wind. Just silence.
I’m about to turn back when I step on something soft, like a small bean bag.
Crouching down, my hand reaches for it, as my fingers brush the object. I realize it’s a small pouch. It’s a bean bag round.
I glance around again, the quiet now unnerving. Turning toward the direction I think the bean bag came from, I see nothing, no movement, no sign that anyone is still nearby. Still, the feeling in my gut doesn’t lie.
Someone fucked up.
Someone just messed with the wrong man.
Moving back inside, I find Hannah clutching Grace to her chest, her body tense. Instinctively, I pull them both into my arms, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Resting my chin gently on Hannah’s head, I breathe her in, trying to calm the storm inside me.
“How would you feel about being moved to the clubhouse?” I ask, my voice low, carrying the weight of everything I’m trying to protect.
Hannah pulls back slightly, looking up at me with concern in her eyes. “Where is it?” Her voice comes out fast, almost urgent. “How long would I have to stay there?” The words tumble out, one after another. “And can I bring Grace?”
Her questions hit me all at once, and I feel the pressure building, knowing she won’t like what I have to say, but I need her to understand.
I take a deep breath, my hands still on her, holding her steady.
“The clubhouse is a little outside of town,” I say, my tone firm but gentle.
“It’s safer there. As for how long, you’ll stay until we know it’s clear.
Could be a few days, could be longer. And yes.
..” I add, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “... you can bring Grace. She’s part of the family now too. ”
Hannah looks at me, her eyes searching mine, weighing the decision. At first, I think she might argue, but then she sighs, her shoulders slumping just slightly as the tension in her body eases.
“All right,” she says, her voice steady but with a touch of resignation. “If it’s safer there, then I’ll go.” She glances down at Grace, still tucked safely in her arms. “And I couldn’t leave her behind anyway.”
I nod, my chest tightening slightly as I pull her back into my arms. “Good. We’ll go together.”
I can feel her trust in me, even when she’s unsure, and it makes the weight of what’s happening bearable. I’ll keep her and the furball safe no matter what.