Page 40 of Property of Blade (Kings of Anarchy MC: Alaska #1)

“I’m beat,” I admit, the exhaustion I’ve been pushing aside all evening finally catching up with me.

Blade’s gaze flicks around the table, his voice low but commanding. “Who’s on kitchen duty?”

Without missing a beat, Hollywood tosses a piece of garlic bread at Scout. “Scout’s turn!”

“Why?” Scout grumbles, swiping the bread out of the air and glaring at Hollywood.

“ ’Cause you’re never fucking here, man,” Hollywood shoots back, smirking. “Besides, I’ll help, and you can tell me all about Mira, considering I’ve never met her.”

Scout stands, rolling his eyes. “Do you blame me? You look like a fucking god.”

“Yeah, but I’m not you. Mira loves you,” Hollywood adds, leaning back in his chair with a cocky grin.

Scout scoffs, then shrugs. “I know, but I needed her to know that before she met you or any of the guys.”

Rooster stands, tossing his empty plate on the kitchen counter with a clink. “Better watch out, Scout. She hasn’t met me yet.”

I chuckle softly at the light-hearted tension between them, but my body is heavy with fatigue. Blade notices, his hand still on my knee as he stands up.

“Come on,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “Let’s get you to bed.”

I nod, pushing myself up from the table. Grace, sensing the shift, hops off Vex’s lap and trots over to me. Before I can bend down to scoop her up, Vex stands, giving me a quick smile.

“I’ve got her, don’t worry,” he says, his voice low but assuring. He crouches to scratch behind Grace’s ears, and she purrs contentedly in response.

“Thanks,” I murmur, watching for a moment as Grace curls into Vex’s chest. I’m grateful she’s in good hands.

Blade offers me his arm, leading me through the house. As we walk up the stairs and down the hallway, I can’t help but feel a strange mix of peace and uncertainty. His room feels different when we enter—it feels more comfortable than the last time I was in here.

He closes the door softly behind us, and his voice, low and steady, breaks the silence. “Get some rest, babe. You’ve earned it.”

I sit on the edge of the bed, watching him for a moment as he moves to his dresser, pulls out a shirt, and hands it to me.

“Thank you,” I say softly as I place it beside me on the bed.

“It’s more for me than you,” Blade admits with a smirk. “I love you in my shirts, and I love them smelling like you.”

“You’re weird, you know that?”

Blade laughs, a low sound that resonates in his chest. He pulls off his shirt, revealing muscles and tattoos that seem to have been carved into him.

He looks as if he were made of marble—solid, raw, and undeniably masculine.

Without sparing me a glance, he kicks off his boots and slips off his jeans, leaving himself in only his boxers.

“You know, you could be a male model.”

Blade barks out a laugh. “Too busy for that.” His eyes meet mine then, his gaze dark and intense. He holds out his hands to me, and I place mine in his. He tugs me to my feet. “Time for bed.”

The mere mention of bed makes my heart skip a beat. The thought of being in it with him, that kind of bed, sends a flutter through my body. Blade pulls my T-shirt over my head, and I let him, feeling the warmth of his fingers brush my skin as he undoes my bra, slipping it off with practiced ease.

His hands are warm, his touch lingering as he undoes my jeans and pulls them and my underwear down my legs. I smile, stepping closer to him. I place my arms around his shoulders, my fingers tangling in his long hair. “Maybe I’m not so sleepy?”

Blade kisses me softly, then pulls back, his lips just a whisper away from mine. “I want you,” he says, his voice thick with desire. His fingers graze the bite mark on my shoulder, a silent reminder of what’s passed between us. “But not here. There are too many of us here.”

I frown, a bit confused. “What do you mean?”

“Some of them have very good hearing,” he says, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I can be quiet,” I whisper, my breath catching in my throat as his hands slide down my back.

Blade chuckles, his eyes full of mischief. “You haven’t been yet.”

“We could try?” I tease, tilting my head to one side, my voice light but the heat in my gaze unmistakable.

“Early day tomorrow, lots to do,” he murmurs, his fingers lightly tracing the line of my jaw.

“You could do me right now,” I say, my words bold and daring, yet my heart races as I wait for his response.

Blade groans, resting his forehead against mine, a deep exhale escaping him. “Trust me when I say you don’t want Rooster teasing you about the noises you make.”

I smirk, the tension between us growing. “You could always put your hand over my mouth... or gag me?”

His eyes flicker with a dark glint, and I feel a shiver of excitement coil in my belly. He shifts slightly, and I can feel him growing harder, his desire undeniable. When I kiss his chest, a growl rumbles deep in his chest.

Without a word, Blade grabs me, lifting me off my feet and tossing me onto the bed. His movements are swift and powerful, and before I can fully catch my breath, he kicks off his boxers and crawls toward me with an intensity that sends sparks through my veins.

His weight shifts over me, his hands finding the curves of my body with a hunger that matches mine. His breath is hot against my skin, sending goose bumps racing across my flesh. I can’t help but respond to him.

I need him.

Blade is all that matters in this moment.

Blade’s eyes meet mine, dark and full of intention. “You sure about this?” he asks, his voice rough, yet there’s a hesitation there that tells me he’s asking more than just for consent.

It’s as if he’s seeking reassurance, a part of him wanting to make sure I’m as in this as he is.

I tug him closer, my lips finding his in a searing kiss. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whisper, pulling him down on top of me.

His lips trail down my neck, each kiss fueling the fire against my skin. His hands move to my waist, sliding my legs apart as he positions himself between them, his body pressing against mine in the most intimate way. I can feel his pulse, fast and erratic, matching my own.

Without warning, Blade slips inside me, and I gasp at the feeling of him filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, intense, raw, and exactly what I’ve been craving. He stares down at me, his expression a mix of pleasure and something darker, something possessive.

“God, you feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse with need. He begins to move slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every inch of me. My body responds instinctively, my hands gripping the sheets as the heat between us builds.

“Blade...” I gasp, my fingers digging into his back. “Please... don’t stop.”

His eyes flash with something almost feral. “I won’t. Not until you’re begging for it.”

I swallow hard, my breath hitching as he picks up the pace. “I thought I had to be quiet?” Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through me, building toward something bigger, something impossible to hold back.

His hand goes over my mouth as he keeps up his punishing pace.

I gasp again, my body arching as the tension inside me becomes unbearable. “Blade...” I whisper against his hand, my voice a mix of desperation and longing.

With one last growl, he moves even faster, harder, until the world around us fades away. There’s only him, only us, as we reach the peak together, crashing over the edge in a wave of heat and sensation.

I lie there, gasping for air, my body still trembling from the wave of pleasure that just consumed me.

Blade’s weight is heavy against me, his chest rising and falling with the same rapid pace as mine.

For a moment, we both just stay there, connected in silence, the world outside the room completely irrelevant.

Blade shifts slightly, moving his hand from my mouth. “You bit me.” His fingers graze my sides gently, tracing patterns against my skin as if he’s trying to memorize the feeling of me in his arms.

“Did I hurt you?”

A feral look passes over his features, and he shakes his head. “No, I like it.” He leans down and kisses me, rubbing his nose against mine. “You okay?” Blade asks, his voice soft, almost tender as if he’s trying to make sure I’m not just physically all right but emotionally too.

I nod, pressing my cheek against his chest. “Yeah. Just... wow.”

He chuckles softly. “Yeah. That about sums it up.”

We lay there for a few more moments, just breathing, the steady rhythm of Blade’s heartbeat calming me in ways I didn’t realize I needed. It feels right, more right than anything has felt in a long time.

But as the moments stretch on, the quiet between us begins to settle into something deeper. Something unspoken. The tension from earlier, the playful teasing, the heat, it’s all softened into something real, something more intimate.

“I’m not good at this,” Blade admits, his voice breaking the silence. It’s quiet, almost vulnerable, and I feel a pang of something in my chest at the admission.

I lift my head to look at him, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Not good at what?”

He meets my eyes, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face, but it disappears as quickly as it came. “This. Being... whatever this is. With someone. But damn if I don’t want to try.”

I smile softly, my heart swelling with a mixture of affection and something stronger. “You’re not alone in that, Blade.”

His lips curl into a slow, sincere smile as he brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “Good, because I’m not ready to let go of this. Not you.”

The warmth of his words sinks in deep, and I can’t help the way my heart skips. It’s not just the heat between us now. It’s more than that for me. It’s trust, and it’s something that’s starting to feel as if it could last.

We stay joined together for a while longer, both of us lost in the afterglow, the weight of the world outside this room suddenly feeling distant and unimportant. There’s only us, only this moment.