Cain (Bones MC 1)

by Marteeka Karland

  That was it. Angel’s legs gave out, but Cain was right there, wrapping his arms around her before she could collapse to the floor. There was a brief thought she should struggle, but once Cain had her, his arms holding her tightly, his body surrounding her with a delicious, male heat, Angel knew she was lost.

  Her hands landed on his bare chest, her fingers curling into the muscles. She sighed, tilted her head up, and looked into his amazing sea-blue eyes. There was no stopping this. Amazingly, it wasn’t Cain who made the first move. With a soft cry, Angel lunged for him, mashing her lips against his before she realized she’d done it. His delicious, exotic scent enveloped her like a warm blanket, a mixture of motorcycle fumes, clean sweat, and musky evergreen. His arms were so strong, wrapped around her like twin bands. Like he never wanted to let her go.

  He met her kiss with a heated one of his own, his masculine groan fueling her own needy whimper. Fingers threaded through her hair, bunching there and forcing her head back to better accept his kiss. Just like that, Cain took over, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth like a conquering hero.

  Had Cain not already been holding her securely to him, Angel was sure she’d have fallen to the floor. Since she’d already sagged against him, Cain took her weight with little effort. She wasn’t altogether sure her feet were even still on the floor. Knew they weren’t when he walked them to the bed.

  Cain sat her on her feet before whipping her shirt over her head. Instead of his hands going to her breasts, he pulled her roughly against him once more, fusing his mouth to hers again while his big palms spanned her back. Wicked flicks of his tongue made her dizzy with lust. His hard chest, roughened with a light dusting of hair, tickled where her bra didn’t cover her skin, adding to the sensations already spiraling out of control.

  His cock pressed insistently against her belly, throbbing as if begging for attention. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Angel knew this was exactly the wrong thing to do. Cain had baited a trap, and she’d sprung it, now caught in his sensual web. It did little good to remind herself of all she’d been through at the hands of the other MC. She knew in her bones that this club was different. These people were different.

  Bones. Ironic.

  The next thing she knew, he’d pulled her bra off over her head, stretching the thing so she thought it would snap. Once again, instead of pawing her or dipping his head to suck her, he mashed her against him, this time with a deep, satisfied groan. His big body shuddered around her, as if the mere sensation of her bare skin flush with his was nearly an orgasmic high.

  “Like the way you smell,” he said, his nose in her hair right at her ear. “Sun and sex.” Then he took her mouth again. Angel might have started this little interlude, but Cain would obviously control the path it took.

  He trailed his lips down her neck, his hands sliding around her sides to mold her curves as he knelt before her. The wet heat of his tongue left a cool trail in its wake. He moved from the valley between her breasts to the underside of one, to her ribs and down her side. When he knelt in front of her, he tugged her sweat pants down until they pooled at her feet. Along with her panties.

  Angel whimpered, reaching for his shoulders to steady herself. How her rubbery legs were holding her up, she had no idea. Each touch of his lips on her hip, her belly, her lower abdomen, made her tremble all the more. Her nipples ached and her pussy throbbed with need. Moisture leaked from her. She could feel it sliding down the inside of one thigh. The more he touched her, the worse the need. Effortless on his part. And just like that, Angel knew she was way in over her head.

  Just when she was about to thread her fingers through his hair and guide him to her aching sex, Cain stood and scooped her up into his arms. She thought he’d toss her to the bed. Instead, he turned, carried her to the door, and kicked the door shut. Then he carried her to the bed and laid her down as gently as he might a sleeping child. He blanketed her body with his own in short order, wedging his hips between her thighs.

  Arm clamped around her back, Cain rolled them slightly, reaching for the bedside table and a box of condoms in the drawer. They never broke contact as he did. He rolled back with the box and broke the seal with a jerk of his finger. He pulled out a packet, ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it down his cock one-handed as he once again found her lips with his. Angel’s heart pounded madly. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was a bad idea, but her body was having none of that. She knew it wasn’t smart, but she needed him to take her. To fuck her with passion and desperation. Because she didn’t want to be the only one feeling so out of control.

  Finally, he wrapped his other arm around her, lifted his head, and surged into her, all the while looking into her eyes as intently as the big cat she’d equated him with. The pain was instant but fleeting. Full and burning. She wasn’t a virgin, but he was large. Thick. It was more discomfort than actual pain, but almost enough to clear her lust-fogged brain.

  Once seated all the way inside her, Cain didn’t move. Just held himself there while she cried out and arched her back, wanting more but needing to adjust to his size and length. It took several seconds to realize he wouldn’t give her what she needed right away, and she took calming breaths, squeezing her eyes closed, trying to get herself back under control. When she opened her eyes and looked into his, she knew it was yet another mistake on a huge list of them.

  “That’s right,” he whispered, the sound somehow like that of one sentencing someone to a particularly unpleasant punishment. “You know you belong to me now. Don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. Angel couldn’t say anything. She was in a twilight between fear and desire, a haze that wouldn’t completely lift to let her reason at a higher level. When she opened her mouth to answer in the affirmative before even questioning herself, her breath hitched. How could he make her so mindless she couldn’t argue with him? Something she’d uttered in the heat of the moment she might be able to retract, her indiscretion not something he’d hold her to, but she doubted it. She pressed her lips together tightly.

  “Oh, no,” he said, rolling his hips in a lazy move, quite the opposite of his desperation earlier. “You don’t get to think about it. Don’t think. Feel!” He found her neck with his mouth again, first licking and running his lips back and forth, then biting down sharply. “Answer me,” he hissed.

  “Yes,” she gasped, the sound nearly a sob of desperation.

  In praise, he withdrew from her before sliding back inside in a measured movement. “Listen to me, because I’m only saying this once.” He continued to slide in and out slowly. Her body relaxed with every thrust, letting him glide through her folds more easily with each forward progression. “Mine means no one else gets to touch you. Not someone you meet at the bar to dance, not any lover you’ve had past or present. No one but me. From this point forward, you’re with me. I say when you leave. Kiss of Death will probably come for you, but if you’re afraid of them, you can’t conceive of the lengths I’d go through to keep you. Slash is nothing compared to me in any way, but especially not in something like this. He wants you because he has to assert his dominance. You left without his permission. He can’t let that go or else he risks looking weak to his brothers.” He paused then, looking straight into her eyes. The look she saw should have terrified her. It would have any sane woman. What she saw stamped into every line on his face, every sparkle in his eyes, was possession. Pure and simple. “You. Are. Mine.”

  “I won’t be fair game for your club, Cain,” she squeaked out. “I can’t. I’m not like that.”

  His lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarl, and his arms tightened around her. He shoved inside her pussy until he was as deep as he could go, holding himself there until she gasped, digging her heels into his ass.

  “I do not share,” he bit out. “My brothers know this.”

  “I’m sure they do, but --”

  He cut her off. “They know. They’ll respect my claim no matter what.”

  She held his gaze, so
me of the lust cut back to a simmer instead of a raging boil inside her. For a long while, neither of them spoke. He seemed to be waiting on her to acknowledge his statement. Angel tried to be realistic about the whole situation, but it was so surreal it was difficult. It all came down to trust. She didn’t know him well enough to trust him, but looking into his eyes she knew one thing for certain: he absolutely believed what he was saying. The men in this club would not touch her if they thought he’d claimed her for his own.

  “OK,” she found herself whispering.

  “We understand each other. No running. No other men.”

  She nodded. Angel needed to ask him if it went the other way with him and no women, but Cain began to… move.

  Where up to this point Cain had been aggressive and borderline too rough, now he moved with slow, sensual twists of his hips. It was as if the need to be inside her had been driving his every thought, every action to this point. Once he was where he needed to be, he was more in control of himself and able to move things at the speed he wanted instead of what his body demanded. He finally raised himself above her on straightened arms and rolled his hips in quick little snaps a couple of times before rocking into her. Each time, he scraped her clit with his body, sending streaks of fire flicking through her.

  She gasped, clinging to him, gripping his brawny arms as he fucked her. The muscles of his chest and abdomen rippled with every move he made. Never had Angel seen a more erotic sight than Cain’s body moving to pleasure hers. And he was pleasuring her. He never took his eyes from hers. The man seemed to focus completely on her and her alone. It was an erotic enticement more compelling than anything in her life.

  The second Angel felt the impending orgasm start and gasped out his name, Cain began a driving rhythm that seemed designed to take them both over the edge into insanity. Her body fragmented, pleasure exploding from within where his cock went deep. His bellow to the ceiling was as loud as her scream. Both of them locked their bodies, both of them clinging to each other. Cain had once again wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her against him as he buried his face in her hair. Angel locked her ankles around his hips, grinding herself against him to draw out the lingering remains of bliss.

  Finally, when they were both still, Cain rolled off her. He didn’t let her go, but slid free of her body and pulled her on top of him so she lay half draped over him. Both were breathing heavily and sweat glistened off their skin. Angel wanted to lap at his chest, to catch those little beads with her tongue, but she didn’t dare. Whatever this new relationship with Cain was, he’d define it. Not her. She wasn’t stupid.

  Several minutes later, Cain pulled the condom off his still semi-hard cock and knotted it, tossing it in the wastebasket beside the bed. He didn’t get up, though. Instead, he pulled a quilt over them both and kissed her temple. That was the last thing Angel remembered before the steady beat of his heart lulled her to sleep.

  Chapter Six

  Cain woke when Angel whimpered beside him. She’d turned her back to him and was curled on her side, not touching him.

  “Angel?” He rolled, putting his arms around her, pulling her stiff body against his. “What’s wrong? You know you’re safe with me.”

  “I’m fine,” she gasped.

  “No, you’re not. Talk to me, Angel.” It was an order. Nothing less. Cain didn’t want to be harsh with her, but knowing she had a problem she refused to bring to him was maddening. It made him feel like he couldn’t take care of his woman, no matter how little a time they’d been together.

  She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. Moonlight fell across her face, highlighting her features and expression, and he knew what her problem was.

  “Ah,” he said, relaxing. His cock did the opposite. Where he’d been semi-hard before, now blood rushed to fill him, readying him to pleasure his woman. “Turn over and look at me, baby.” She complied, her eyes glazed with need. “If you need me, you take me. Understand?”

  The puzzled look on her face told him she didn’t, but Cain waited for her to speak. She needed to learn to tell him what was on her mind. He stroked her face with his thumb, silently encouraging her to confide in him.

  She let loose a little sob, then blurted, “I do need you, Cain! I ache with it!”

  “Listen to me, Angel baby. Look at me and really listen.” He framed her face in his hands, forcing her to keep her gaze locked with his. “Anytime. Anywhere. You need me, you take me. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night, middle of the day, in the kitchen, on the lake, or -- if you’re feeling particularly adventurous -- at a fucking party at the clubhouse. You need my body, it’s yours.”

  “I wasn’t sure how our relationship would work,” she managed, but her hands had already gone to his chest, as if she’d just been waiting for permission. She stroked and traced every raised scar she could find as if starved to touch him. “I knew you’d lead it, but some men don’t like women to initiate sex.”

  “Not me, baby. I’m up for it anytime you want it. Now. Tell me what you want to do to me.”

  There was the smallest relieved sigh from Angel as she sat up and tugged the covers from his body. Cain lay on his back, one hand stroking her back, the other behind his head.

  “I want to touch you,” she murmured. “Your body. All over. I’ve never seen a man like you and I want to… feel you. All your muscle and sinew. I love the way your body hair abrades my skin. I like knowing it’s a man wrapped around me like you did when we first made love.”

  “Ah, baby. That’s what I want to hear from you. Explore to your heart’s content.” Every word she spoke made his cock throb and ache even more. He’d bet he could get her to talk dirty to him with a minimal amount of encouragement.

  She took her time, starting at his chest and running her hands over him. Finding his nipples and rubbing her palms over them until they stabbed into them. Then she trailed kisses over his chest, even flicking one nipple with her little tongue. It was impossible to hold back a groan when she did the other one.

  Angel trailed her mouth over his abdomen, pausing only when she reached his cock. It stood out proud and pulsing under her gaze. When she looked back at him over her shoulder, he nodded his encouragement, and she took him in her small fist and then covered the head with the damp heat of her mouth.

  Cain couldn’t stop the explosion of sound from his throat, or the thrust of his hips up at her, His hand flew to her head and fisted in her hair. “Ah, Jesus, baby! Suck it hard! Fuck!”

  She complied. At first she was tentative, but soon she was moving with sure, hard strokes of her mouth, pumping what she couldn’t fit with her hand. His Angel took him deep. More than once he felt the back of her throat. It was all he could do not to hold her there, but managed. Until she held herself down for several seconds until she gagged on his length. Then all bets were off.

  Cain thrust his hips at her, fucking her mouth as if he were fucking her cunt. Her fingers bit into his hips, actually urging him to thrust with little tugs. Over and over he thrust. Several times she gagged and he managed to pull back, but she always came back for more, worshiping his cock as if she’d been starved for him and him alone her entire life.

  “Enough!” His roar startled her, and she jumped a little. He pulled her off him by her hair before snagging her around the waist and pulling her to the center of the bed. Rolling her over on her stomach, Cain pulled her hips up so she was on her knees. When she pushed up on her hands, he shoved her back so her head lay on the bed. “Ass up. Head down,” he growled. “Going to fuck the shit out of you, woman!”

  She whimpered, sweat slickening her delicate skin. Cain rolled a condom on and smacked one side of her ass in a sharp smack. Angel cried out, but rocked her hips from side to side as if she wanted more. So he obliged her on the other side.

  “So fucking perfect,” he said, rubbing his handprints. He could barely make them out in the moonlight, but knew they were there and that he’d put them there deliberately. �
�You tell me if I’m too rough. I swear I’ll ease up if you say, but you have to say. Understand me, Angel?”

  “I do,” she panted. “Just fuck me, Cain. Please!”

  Hearing his innocent Angel begging him to fuck her was all he could stand. Cain found her entrance slick and ready for him, which was a good thing because he needed inside her like he needed to breathe. One hard shove and he was enveloped by her. They both cried out.

  Angel moved with him. He gripped her hips and pulled her back against him, but she followed his movements, urging him to ride her faster. Harder. She cried out, keeping her head on the bed like he’d asked, but using her arms to propel her body back into him as best as she could.

  “You love this, don’t you!” It wasn’t a question.

  “I do,” she answered. “Love you fucking me so hard!”

  “Fuck!”

  Now that he had her talking, Cain was afraid he’d created a monster. She’d be his undoing, his singular match in the bedroom. She was submissive but demanding all the same. It was more of a turn-on then Cain would have thought possible.

  “Gonna to fuck you hard, Angel,” he grunted. “Gonna fuck you so fucking hard…”

  “I’m coming!” She screamed out her release, her sheath milking him even as he tried to hold back just that little bit longer.

  When she thrashed beneath him, Cain could take no more. He shoved her hips down and pressed his full weight on her, fucking her as hard as he could. Angel reached around and gripped his hips, digging in her nails and pulling him to her. She gasped and whimpered with every thrust of his cock, shrieking her pleasure again. This time, the pleasure was too much to hold back. With a brutal yell, he let himself go, coming harder than he had in living memory.