Page 35 of Creature's Vengeance
I pulled back, my forehead resting against hers. Her breath fanned over my face as she licked her lips. I had to separate us. My body had come alive with her touch, but I had to stop it—for now.
She jutted forward like the pain didn’t bother her, but I wasn’t letting that happen a second time. I stopped her from getting closer since my hand still wrapped her neck.
“You need to heal first.”
She glanced at me through her lashes. “I know.”
The corner of my lip curled. This woman. She tested my restraint like no other ever had. I was tempted to lay her back on the table, strip her down, and feast on her pussy before I shoved my cock inside her and made her come at least three times.
My dick strained against my zipper. I’d be in pain for a bit after this. Desire and lust throbbed through my veins, building a fire that blazed with heat and need. She fucking did wicked things to my body and brain.
Every ounce of my control had been tested. She would have given in to me, and taken my dick, riding me on that chair without a care about who could have walked in on us. That turned me on even more. But I needed to do this the right way, on her terms, but also, so she understood this wasn’t a fling. Not to me. I didn’t want to fuck her until I grew bored. I didn’t think that was even possible.
But I also needed to remember she wasn’t part of my world. She didn’t grow up with an MC or bikers. This was all new to her.
Blair was the type of girl who fell hard for her man and was all in when it happened. I had to help her see that I felt the same, that I was all in with her, and I didn’t want or need any other woman in my life or my bed.
She trusted me. It was inevitable that she would be starry-eyed when I saved her life twice. But this went far deeper. This connection and attraction we felt wasn’t going away.
For the first time in my life, I felt the need to prove that I was trustworthy, something I hadn’t felt compelled to do since I prospected years ago. I was the take-it-or-leave type of guy. Accept who I was, or fuck off.
With Blair, it was different.
I kissed her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Her shoulders visibly relaxed. “I believe you, Balen.”
Good. Now I just had to eliminate all threats against her, starting with that motherfucker Mateo Ruiz. I couldn’t shake the feeling he was behind the attack and sent an assassin to finish Blair off. He struck me as the type who didn’t like loose ends, and Blair became one of them.
I wouldn’t let him hurt again.
Blair had to be safe, which meant I needed to bring this to church.
“Listen, Firecracker, I’ve got church.”
Her brows bunched as she frowned. “Church?”
“Ironic, I know, but church is a club meeting. It’s mandatory.”
“Okay.” Disappointment flitted across her face.
“I gotta go, but it shouldn’t take more than an hour. I’ll ask Lark to sit with you while I’m gone. Okay?”
She opened her mouth to object, but I shook my head.
“I’m not asking. I’m telling you that I won’t leave you alone. Lark will keep you company and get whatever you need. You’ve got to be hungry, baby.”
She didn’t deny it.
When we stood, I took her hand and led her to the kitchen. Lark and Bianca looked up when we entered.
“Need you to stay close to her until church is over.”
“I will,” Lark promised.
“We won’t leave her,” Bianca agreed.
Thankful, I nodded.
