Page 34 of King's Claim
When they pulled into the Devil’s Crown MC clubhouse yard, men were waiting.Brothers with blood still on their knuckles, congratulating King, but King didn’t pause.
He cut the engine, swung off the bike, and hauled her with him, ignoring the calls and questions.Inside, the clubhouse was buzzing, the air thick with adrenaline and booze, but King moved through it like a storm parting the sea.
He didn’t stop until he reached the back hall, past the rooms that belonged to his men, past the noise and the smoke.At the very end stood a heavy door, plain but solid.This must be his room, Lena thought.
King shoved it open, pulling her in, and slammed it shut behind them.His quarters were nothing like the chaos outside.The room was dark, spare, and lived-in.A massive bed took up most of the space, sheets dark and rumpled from nights he rarely bothered to smooth them.
A bottle of whiskey sat on the desk beside scattered papers, his cut thrown over a chair.The air smelled faintly of leather, smoke, and him.Before she could take it in, King slammed the door shut, pushed her against it, and captured her mouth again.
Her back hit the wood hard, but she moaned into him, gripping his shoulders as he kissed her like he’d been starving for her his whole damn life.He roamed his hands all over her body, sliding his rough palms down her sides, gripping her hips, tugging her closer.
Lena arched into him, every nerve alight.Fear still pulsed faintly in her veins, but it was drowned under something stronger.Need.Relief.Love so sharp it was almost pain.
“God, Lena,” King groaned against her throat, teeth scraping.“I need you.I need to feel you, right now, before I lose my mind.”
“Yes,” she whispered, tugging at his cut, then his shirt, frantic to get to his skin.“Please.”
He stripped her top over her head, baring her to the chill air.His gaze raked over her, hungry, reverent, a mix of awe and desperation.His hands followed, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing hard over her nipples until she gasped.
“Beautiful,” King muttered, half to himself.“Mine.”
Her jeans were shoved down next, his fingers working quickly, rough, until she was bare against the door.He dropped to his knees without hesitation, mouth claiming her, tongue and teeth making her cry out.Lena tangled her fingers in his hair, nails biting into his scalp, her legs trembling as he drove her higher and higher.
She shattered against him, gasping his name, the sound echoing off the walls.But King wasn’t done.
He stood, blood and sweat slick on his skin, eyes black with need.He shoved his own clothes aside, taking off his belt, jeans, and boxers.Lena saw his cock was thick and ready and she could feel her nipples tightening.She was wet between her legs.
Then he lifted her, strong hands under her thighs, and she wrapped around him instinctively.He slammed into her with a groan, burying himself deep, and she cried out, clinging to him.
The world narrowed to the brutal rhythm of his thrusts, the scrape of his stubble against her neck, the way his hands held her like she was the only thing tethering him to this earth.It was rough, yes, but there was reverence in every motion, every kiss he pressed to her skin between growls.
“You’re mine,” King gritted out, driving into her.“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped, nails raking down his back.“Always.”
He groaned, mouth claiming hers again, their kiss a mess of heat and need and something so much deeper it made her chest ache.
She came again, shuddering around him, and the sound of her breaking apart sent him over the edge.He drove into her hard one last time and spilled, his groan muffled against her shoulder.
For a long moment, they just clung to each other, panting, bodies trembling, sweat slick between them.
Finally, he eased her down, keeping his arms wrapped around her, as if afraid she’d vanish if he let go.He rested his forehead against hers, breath uneven.
“I meant what I said,” King murmured.“I love you.I’ll never let you go again.Not after this.”
Tears burned her eyes, but this time they weren’t born of fear.She cupped his jaw, thumb brushing the cut at his lip.“Then don’t.Don’t ever let me go.”
His lips curved into the faintest, fiercest smile.“Never.”
