Page 46 of Property of Blade (Kings of Anarchy MC: Alaska #1)

Prophet pulls up in front of my house, but he doesn’t turn off the engine. The steady rumble of the truck fills the silence between us.

“Aren’t you coming in?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No. You’ve got a visitor.”

Frowning, I glance toward the porch, and my stomach does a quick flip when I see Blade standing there, his back straight, his posture tense but determined.

“Give him a chance. He’s not doing well without you.”

I stare at Prophet for a long moment, uncertainty flooding my chest. “Is he safe?”

Prophet gives me a wry smile, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “As church.”

Arching an eyebrow, I say, “I’ve never understood that saying.”

He shrugs, still wearing that easy smile. “It means yes. The man would die for you. Did you hear the gunfire when he changed?” Prophet’s voice drops, and I can tell he’s serious now. “Blade took a bullet for you. From the moment he met you, all he’s ever wanted is to protect you.”

The weight of Prophet’s words hits me hard, and my heart races in my chest. My mouth falls open as I recall the distant sound of the gunshot. The memory of the chaos, the danger... “Oh my God,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Prophet’s eyes soften, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he gives me a slight nod, encouraging me to go to Blade.

Locking eyes with Blade from the truck, I feel the pull, a magnetic force that draws me toward him. My feet move of their own accord, carrying me toward the porch. As soon as I’m within five feet of him, Blade closes the distance, his arms wrapping around me, engulfing me in the safety of his embrace.

“I’m so sorry,” I murmur into his chest. “In all the confusion, I forgot about the gun discharging.”

Pushing back from him, my hands tremble as I reach for the hem of his shirt, lifting it to check his chest. My eyes search for any sign of injury, but there’s nothing, no sign of a bullet wound, no scar.

“Where did you get hit?” I ask, panic creeping into my voice as I try to make sense of it all.

“My shoulder.” He exhales, his breath warm against my skin as he speaks. “But being a bear shifter means I heal quickly.” His words are calm, almost matter-of-fact, but I can see the weariness in his eyes.

Blade cups my face gently, his touch grounding me as I try to process the storm of emotions swirling inside me. “Could we go inside and talk?” His voice softens, the edge of urgency is still there but now tinged with something deeper. “There’s a lot to tell you, and I want to tell you all of it.”

My voice is barely a whisper as I speak, “Okay. Let’s go inside.”

The keys to my home are in my pocket, so I take them out and open the door. With my hand in Blade’s, he leads me inside and stops to look at my coffee table. Sitting on it is a little wooden bear painted light blue. He bends and picks it up.

“Is this me?”

“It’s weird, but I was carving that before I knew what you were.”

He smiles and puts it back down. “Do you think maybe you knew?”

Scrunching my mouth to the side, I say, “I don’t think so, but you do growl a lot.”

Blade takes my hand again and guides me to the dining table, but he doesn’t sit next to me. He gives me space and sits on the opposite side.

The width of the table feels enormous, but as I take in his appearance, Blade looks terrible. Dark circles hang beneath his eyes, and his face is gaunt as though the weight of everything is wearing him down. He’s thinner, his usual intensity replaced by a quiet exhaustion.

The air between us crackles, and the tension builds with each passing second. He looks as if he wants to say something, but the words never come. He only sits there, his presence both comforting and overwhelming at the same time.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” he says, his voice quiet and strained as if the admission costs him something.

I swallow the tightness in my throat as it threatens to break me. “Then why... why didn’t you tell me?” The question escapes before I can stop it—the pain of not knowing, of feeling I’ve been kept in the dark, spills out.

Blade looks down, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I didn’t want to scare you. I didn’t want to drag you into a world that’s... not meant for you.”

The truth in his words cuts through me. I feel the weight of it, but I also feel the pull. The undeniable pull toward him, the ache that’s been in my shoulder, reminding me how much I need him, even if I don’t fully understand why.

“Blade, I don’t know what this is... what you are. But I don’t want to be scared anymore. I don’t want to run.”

Blade’s eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, I see something in them, something raw and real. His shoulders sag as if a weight is lifted just by hearing those words.

“You’re not running,” he says, his voice soft but full of conviction. “Not from me.”

Standing, I move to sit beside him and put my arms around his waist, and he pulls me in tightly, crushing me to him. I feel his breath on my hair, the steady rise and fall of his chest. It’s all too much, and yet, it feels so right.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispers, his voice thick.

Closing my eyes for a second, I let his presence wash over me. Everything feels clearer when I’m with him as if I can finally breathe again. But there are questions and doubts, and if I’m being honest, no small amount of fear lurking beneath the surface. They can’t be ignored. Not anymore.

Gently, I pull back, creating just enough space to look into his eyes. “Tell me everything.”

“Are you hungry?” he asks, his voice softer now as if he’s trying to ease the tension in the room.

“No,” I answer, shaking my head.

The last thing I want is food. What I need is clarity. I need to understand what’s going on, what he is, what we are.

Blade studies me for a moment, his expression a mixture of concern and something else I can’t quite read. He leans forward, his elbows resting on the table, his hands clasped loosely together.

“Hannah,” he starts, his voice low, “I know I’ve done things that made you question everything, but I never wanted to hurt you. I would never have hurt you. The bear loves you too.”

My chest tightens at his words. I want to believe him, to reach for him, to hold onto the man I thought I knew, but there’s still so much I don’t understand.

Sitting up straighter, I curl my hands into fists in my lap to stop myself from touching him. “Then tell me, Blade. I need to understand what happened. I need to know what you are.”

He looks at me, his gaze steady, as if he’s preparing himself to reveal something that could change everything.

“I’m not like other men, Hannah. What I am... it’s not easy to explain. It’s not something I wanted for you, but I can’t hide from it anymore. I never should have, and I’m sorry.”

“Blade...” My voice trembles as I try to find the right words. “What are you?”

He exhales slowly. “I’m a shifter, Hannah. A Kodiak bear shifter. I... I’m not human in the way you think I am.”

My breath catches, my heartbeat quickening as his words sink in. A Kodiak bear shifter. It’s so impossible, so out of the realm of what I thought was possible, that for a moment, I wonder if I’m dreaming. But then I look at him, the tired eyes, the unshaven face, the man who’s not a man anymore in the way I’ve always known. He’s something else. Something powerful. Something dangerous.

The air feels thick in my lungs. “How... how does this work? How long have you been... like this?”

Blade leans back in his chair, his eyes studying me as if he’s weighing how much to say. “I’ve always been this way. I was born this way. But I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want to pull you into this world. I didn’t want you to look at me like you are now.”

I feel a pang in my chest as I look at him. The man I thought I knew, the one who protected me, cared for me, loved me, is sitting right in front of me. And yet, he’s something I never imagined. A part of me wants to run, but the other part of me, the part that still loves him, doesn’t want to let him go.

“Blade,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “Why didn’t you stay away from me then?”

He reaches for my hand under the table, and for a moment, everything else fades. “The bear.” Blade lets out a chuff. “The bear knew you were meant for us the minute he saw you on the road that first night. It took me a little longer to catch on.”

“The bear?”

“He’s never been so loud or determined. Even if I wanted to stay away from you, he would never have let me. That first night when we...” he pauses, searching for the right words.

“When we had sex?” I offer.

Blade smiles. “It was more than sex. He bit you. He marked you, and it was then I knew you were ours.” Blade twists in his seat, taking both of my hands in his. “Hannah, you’re it for me. For once, the bear and I are in agreement.”

“What does that mean?”

“I mean, I’ll give you as much space as you want. If you don’t want this, don’t want me, can’t handle the stress of knowing what I am, we’ll let you go. We only want the best for you.”

Nodding, I look at our hands entwined. His touch feels right, and I know he’s telling the truth, but I need time.

Reaching up and touching his face, I say, “This is a lot to process.”

“I know. And I also know humans don’t fall as we do. For us, it’s a certainty... as though we’ve found the other half of our soul.”

“Can you give me time?”

Blade pulls me in for a soft kiss, and my stomach fills with butterflies as I wrap my arms around him. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on mine.

“What do you need from me?”

Sitting back, I ask, “Are the others the same as you?”

“No. I can change at will. When Jasper raised the gun and fired, the bear sprang into action. He’s never done that before, but I would have changed anyway. Our instinct is to protect you.”

“Is it easy to change?”

“The change hurts, but I can do it at will. The change happens less in winter as the bear doesn’t like to come out, but he will.”

“What are the others? I know about Prophet, Vex, and Ranger.”

Blade purses his lips together and then says, “None of us are the same. We are all different. Prophet fell from the heavens a long time ago. He said he had a vision of me, and he came to Alaska to find me.” He pauses, his gaze intense as he looks at me. “He’s been my confidant ever since.” Blade stands and paces. “Hollywood is an incubus.” My eyes widen. “It’s not as bad as it sounds.”

“Don’t they suck out your soul or something when you have sex?”

“That would be a succubus, but it’s not true. An incubus exudes a pheromone that makes women and men gravitate toward them. Hollywood can usually convince people to do anything, especially women. If he gets a woman pregnant, it can mean the end for her, so he has to be careful who he has sex with.”

“We had a conversation about dragons and sharks once. Does that mean dragons are real?”

“Flint.”

“It’s why he’s so warm?”

“Yes. The guy is a walking fire hazard.”

“Fury runs warm too.”

Blade nods. “Yes, but he’s not a dragon.”

“Because you are all different?”

“Yes. We are all something. The MC is full of monsters, things that go bump in the night, but we have a code, and the MC’s motto is ‘Nobody fucks with the Kings.’ ”

Scoffing, I blurt out, “I’ll say.”

“It’s not just our supernatural abilities. We live with humans, we do business with them, and we care about some of them.”

Not knowing what to say, I fold my arms across my chest.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No, and yes.”

Blade’s lips turn down. “I’ll go.”

Standing, I reach out and grab his hand. “No.”

“Because I bit you, what you are feeling may not be what you want. Distance and time will help you with that.”

“I don’t need distance and time.” Blade frowns. “I don’t. You’ve never once hurt me, but you should have told me what you are the moment things got serious.”

“Do you think you will stay here in Alaska?”

“I think so,” I reply. “Besides, you’ve got my cat.”

Blade chuckles, the sound warm and surprisingly light. The dark circles under his eyes don’t seem as heavy. “Actually, I think it’s Grace who’s got Vex,” he says, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “He’s bought her toys, ordered a cat wheel... whatever that is. And yesterday, he got her a harness so he can take her for walks. Grace has him wrapped around her paw.”

A laugh escapes me. It feels foreign at first, but then I let it come, soft and free.

“Damn, that sounds good,” Blade says, his eyes lingering on me with something warmer.

For a second, I just stand there, absorbing the absurdity of it all. An incubus. A fallen angel. A dragon. A vampire. A werewolf. And then, somehow, Blade, a Kodiak bear shifter, who fits right in with my world and blew it apart. He’s part of something bigger than anything I could have imagined.

I’m part of this world now too.

Blade looks at me, his expression softening. “I know, Hannah. I know. It’s a lot.” He scrunches up his face in a frown. “The others may or may not want to share what they are with you, but regardless, they’ll need to get to know you a lot better before they tell you what they are. It’s dangerous for you and us.”

“Does anyone else apart from Tessa know about all of this?” I ask, my mind racing, trying to make sense of the overwhelming truth.

“Apart from some of the members in the lower forty-eight in our MC, it’s just you two. Tessa made the decision never to speak of it. The MC, well, we all protect each other. And we’ll protect you too.”

The words are comforting, but they don’t quite stop the storm of questions swirling inside me. I want to believe him, want to trust that I’m safe. I want to know where all of this is leading, where we are heading.

“What’s next for us?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly with uncertainty.

Blade rests his hand on my shoulder and pulls my shirt to one side, exposing his bite mark. His fingers brush over the bite he left, the sensation of it sends a ripple through me. “This means you belong to me,” he says quietly, his voice thick with something deeper than words. “But if you don’t want to, I’ll understand. We can...” he pauses, his eyes shifting as though searching for the right words. “I can try to slow this down.”

The way he’s looking at me now, so open, so raw, makes my heart beat faster. This isn’t just the Blade I knew, this is a side of him I haven’t seen before—his love, his need, his uncertainty.

“This needs to be your decision. We’ve already made our choice.”

Blade and the bear, two sides of the same being, both want me, but in their own way.

Reaching out, I gently place a hand on his cheek, feeling the roughness of his beard beneath my palm. “I don’t know what this means for us, Blade. But I do know I don’t want to walk away from you. From us.”

Blade leans into my touch, his eyes closing for a moment as if to savor the simple contact. “I don’t want you to walk away either,” he murmurs. “But you need to know what this means. You’re mine now in every way. And I’ll never let anything happen to you. Not while I’m breathing, not while the bear and I are alive.”

The weight of his words settles over me, a promise and a warning all at once. But the strangest thing happens in that moment. I don’t feel scared. I don’t feel trapped. I feel wanted in a way I never thought was possible. And for the first time, I feel I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

“I’m scared, Blade,” I whisper, the vulnerability creeping in. Blade closes his eyes. “But I’m also... I’m ready for whatever this is.”

His eyes open, and the softness in his gaze is enough to melt the fear still lingering in my chest. “Then we’ll figure it out together,” he says, his voice tender. “We always will.”

He pulls me into his arms. All that matters is this moment, and whatever comes next, I know I don’t want to face it with anyone but him.

Blade doesn’t wait another moment. His arms are around me, lifting me effortlessly, and before I can even catch my breath, he’s carrying me toward the bedroom. His grip is strong but gentle, as if he’s holding something precious, something he’s not willing to lose.

I don’t protest. I don’t need to. His touch and presence are a magnet drawing me in. The ache inside me grows, pulling me closer to him as though my body is craving more than just his arms around me. I need him in every way.

We reach the bedroom, and there’s only a mattress on the floor.

“Prophet slept on the lounge and ordered me a mattress but told me I had to order the bedframe,” I offer.

“He told me.”

Blade lowers me onto the mattress, his hands lingering on my hips as he moves above me. His eyes are dark, intense, and full of emotions that mirror my own.

“I want you,” he states, his voice raw, almost too gentle.

Reaching up, I pull him closer, my lips brushing his with a desperation that surprises even me. “Then take me.” The words are barely a whisper, but they are the only truth I’ve ever spoken.

His lips crash down on mine, and it’s different from before. This is primal. It’s a kiss that’s filled with a hunger that can’t be ignored, a promise of something more. His tongue slides against mine, coaxing me into the kiss, his hands slipping beneath my shirt, feeling my skin’s warmth. He groans against my lips, the sound like a promise.

My hands slide up his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt, the tension in his body that mirrors the chaos in my own. I need more. I need him.

Blade pulls back just long enough to look at me, his eyes searching mine. “You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” he says, though his voice trembles with something darker, something I can feel in every inch of my body.

Reaching up, my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him back to me. “I’m ready,” I murmur. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

And then, without another word, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the toned, sculpted muscles beneath. My hands immediately roam over him, tracing the lines of his chest, his tattoos, and the strength in his shoulders. Everything about him is made for me, as though I’m the only one who can touch him like this.

He kicks off his boots, his pants following quickly, and suddenly, he’s standing there naked, his body taut with need. He looks down at me, his gaze intense, as though he’s trying to read my mind, but there’s no more hesitation between us.

With one hand, I pull my shirt over my head, then try to shimmy out of my jeans. Blade pulls them and my underwear down my body so I’m lying there in just a bra. He lowers himself over me, the heat radiating from him, making my breath catch in my throat. His lips find mine again, deepening the kiss, a sense of urgency in every movement. His hands move to the front of my bra, ripping it in two.

I shiver beneath his touch, my skin alight with the sensation of him. He moves lower, his lips grazing down my neck, his teeth nipping at my sensitive skin. My back arches instinctively, wanting more, needing him to touch me, kiss me, and claim me in ways I can’t explain.

When his hands trail lower, I gasp, the sensation of his fingertips against my skin sparking a fire deep within me. Blade’s mouth follows, kissing and tasting, his breath hot against my skin. He moves lower, taking his time, worshiping me in a way I never knew I needed.

“Blade...” I whisper his name like a prayer, my body trembling beneath him, craving more of him.

He pauses, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks, the question full of raw emotion.

I pull him back to me, my hands dragging him closer. “I’m sure. I need you, Blade.”

And then, as if in response to my words, he moves over me, his body covering mine in a way that feels like home. I feel him, all of him, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Every touch and kiss are a promise, a declaration. He’s not just claiming me physically, but emotionally and spiritually. I am his in every sense of the word.

There’s no more fear, no more hesitation. Just the two of us, tangled together, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony. The ache in my chest is replaced by an overwhelming sense of rightness. This is where I’m supposed to be—the world has finally aligned.

As Blade’s movements grow more urgent, more intense, I can feel the tension building, coiling in my stomach. My breath comes in shallow gasps, my body reaching for him, desperate for release. And when it comes, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt—pleasure, raw and all-encompassing, crashing over me in waves. I cry out his name, my body arching beneath him as the world goes white, leaving only the feeling of Blade holding me, loving me, making me feel as if I’m the only woman alive.

He groans my name, the sound of his voice deep and rough as he follows me into the release, his body stiffening before collapsing against me. We lay there for a moment, breathless and tangled together, the world outside forgotten.

Blade pulls out of me, and I can’t help the whimper of protest that escapes my lips. The sudden loss of him and my world shifts, leaving me with an ache I can’t ignore. But before I can fully register the emptiness, Blade scoops me up in his strong arms, carrying me effortlessly into the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I ask, confusion clouding my thoughts as I try to steady my breathing.

He chuckles, his lips brushing against my temple. “Getting us ready for round two.”

“Round two?” I echo, my voice still a little shaky. “You know, that was pretty good.”

Blade places me on the vanity then turns on the shower, his hands moving with purpose before his gaze meets mine, intense and focused.

“Pretty good? We can do better than that.”

My heart flutters at the challenge in his voice, but there’s something deeper in his eyes that pulls me in. I know this is more than just physical. It’s about trust and how far we’ve come together.

He separates my legs gently and positions himself between them. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him, feeling his warmth, his strength, and the overwhelming sense that he’s here with me, completely. He lifts me and carries me into the shower.

“Fuck,” he mutters softly, and his voice is thick with desire. But when he looks at me, there’s tenderness there too—a softness that says more than words could ever explain.

“What?” I ask, barely able to catch my breath.

“Can’t you feel how hard I am already?” His voice is low, rough with need, but there’s something about the way he says it, as if he’s sharing something vulnerable, letting me in.

Smiling, I tease, “You did say round two.”

“At this rate, there’ll be a round three.” His voice is playful, but his eyes are full of something deeper, something I can’t ignore.

“Three? Really?” I ask, a laugh slipping from me, the sound light and free despite everything we’ve been through. It feels good to be here with him.

“Bear shifters have stamina.” He grins, his teeth flashing, and I can’t help but smile back.

But the playful mood quickly shifts when he moves, sliding into me once more. The deep connection between us, the way his body fits against mine, fills me with something indescribable, an overwhelming sense of being found. I’ve always been meant for him. His touch is a blend of passion and care, and with each movement, I can feel his emotions as much as my own.

“I need more of you,” I pant, my words trembling with the intensity of what’s happening between us.

He groans, the sound low and raw. “It’s the pull. In the beginning, it’s all-consuming, or so I’ve been told.”

His words catch me off-guard, but I can feel it—the pull. That invisible thread that’s drawn us together, making everything feel amplified. I want to be with him in every sense of the word, and at this moment, I can’t imagine anything else.

His fingers dig into my skin as he increases his pace. There’s nothing but this connection, this intimacy. His love. His need.

And for the first time, I realize that this isn’t just about the physical. It’s about a bond that neither of us can fully explain, but both of us feel deeply. Blade and I are no longer two separate beings. We’re intertwined, soul-deep, in a way I never thought possible.

“Look at me,” he orders.

My eyes must have closed as he pumped in and out of me.

“Good girl. Keep them open. I want you to see what you do to me and how much I love you, Hannah Greer.”

I gasp as he moves faster, faster than any man I’ve been with ever has. But he’s not a man—he’s my bear.

With a growl, his seed fills me, and his face goes slack, but his eyes stay glued to mine. Once again, he pulls out, and I gasp at the loss of him. My feet hit the tiles, but my legs wobble as if made from Jell-O.

Blade smirks. “Can you stay upright?”

“I’ll try.”

He grabs my face cloth and puts my shower gel on it, soaping it up. Blade moves it all over my body from tip to toe as I keep myself upright. When he’s done, he turns off the shower and grabs a towel, drying me first, then himself.

On unsteady legs, I step out, but he holds me from behind, the thickness of his cock pushing between my ass cheeks.

“Again?”

His mouth goes to my neck, where he sucks and kisses down to his bite mark. “Stamina, remember?”

Holding me to him, he guides me back to the mattress. The hardness of his body against mine feels so right.

“What would you like?”

“I need you.”

Blade chuckles. “The first time was about us, the second was about me, this is about you.”

“Make me come.”

“Get on your knees and spread your legs.”

Dropping to the mattress, I crawl up to the head of it and do as he says, then I look over my shoulder at him. Blade has his cock in his hand, but it’s the look on his face that makes me moan. It’s all desire and love.

“Face forward,” he commands.

Doing as he says, I stare at the wall. A moan escapes me when I feel his fingers trace a pattern on my ass, then a kiss and a bite, but not a hard one, more of a nip.

“Spread your legs farther.”

My only thought is to please him, so I do as he says.

“Wider.” Shuffling my legs farther apart, Blade’s head appears beneath me. “Good girl, now ride my face.”

“I’m not sure—”

He reaches up, pulls my hips down, his tongue enters me, and then he sucks on my clit. I buck my hips without thought and sit back. Blade’s mouth drives me to heights I’d never dreamed imaginable. With a hand balancing on a wall, I look down at this man as he pleasures me. I swear it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever been a part of. While I rock against his face, my body feels as though it’s on fire. Staring into his eyes, I find my release, but he keeps on torturing me so much so that I move forward onto my elbows and off his face.

My breaths are ragged, my body is one huge ball of electric shocks, and then I feel him push his way inside me.

“You didn’t think we were finished, did you?”

“Blade, I’m done.”

He leans over me, his hand going to my clit. “Not yet.”

I buck at his touch, and as his fingers tease me, I feel the tension building again. Blade’s speed increases, and all I can do is try to stay on my knees as I once again shatter beneath him.

He growls as my pussy convulses around him and pushes inside me harder and faster.

Just as I’m about to collapse, Blade calls my name. “Hannah, you are mine.” And with one last thrust he chants, “Mine, mine, mine.”

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