Princes of Hell MC Set

by KJ Dahlen

  She felt so relaxed by the time he was through.

  He carried her to the bed and laid her down, then not giving her any clothes at all, he stated. “When sleeping with me, you need to be entirely bare.”

  Asia did not argue. Why should she? This man had just pampered her like she had never been pampered before. Sighing with exhaustion and before she could even think of a reply, she fell asleep.

  Later, she awoke. It had been her stomach growling. Then she scented something in the air. Looking over on the bed, no Falcon. How long had she been asleep? She looked around to see sunlight. It was morning? She felt stunned, she had slept all that time? Well, there was no need to be anywhere. No job, no other appointments. Just a one with the hottest a man she had ever laid eyes on. She shivered. How did she luck out? It still puzzled her to no end.

  Asia decided to just lay there as she stretched lazily. Wow, she could get used to this. She sighed. I’d better not. I could be back where I was before all this. At least she could be with her Nan, so it wouldn’t be all bad.

  Finally, she rose up. What was that delicious smell? Is it bacon?

  She looked around. I have no clothes. He has seen me naked. Well, lots of men had when I worked in the clubs but not like he has. I won’t walk around naked though. No way. She spotted a t-shirt slung over the chair. Getting up, she grabbed it and tugged it on. She took a whiff of the cotton material. Yes, it smelled like Falcon so that made it even more appealing. Perring down, she could see it came to her knees. It would work.

  She rushed to the bathroom and did her thing then washed her hands. Glancing up into the mirror, she halted. Staring at her reflection, she simply could not believe it was her...cheeks rosy, her lips a little swollen and pink from being kissed by him. Her blue eyes stood out in her face like never before. They actually sparkled. Was this what a person transformed to when they fell in love?

  Gasping, she stepped back from the mirror as she put her hand over her mouth. NO. No, no, no. I cannot fall in love with Falcon. I will definitely get my heart broken. She paused and nibbled at her lip. It was too late already. After last night, she had been done for. Asia let out a heavy sigh. I need to just play this cool and just ride with it as long as it lasts. No hoping that he meant it. No getting crushed when he put me on his cycle and drove me to Nan’s to drop me off and never return.

  Squaring her shoulders, Asia splashed some water on her face and toweled it dry.

  I can do this. Just enjoy this man while I have him.

  She strolled out of the bathroom looking more relaxed than she felt inside. The scent of food drawing her to the kitchen.

  Halting at the bar counter in front of the kitchen, she stared.

  In his jeans, and no shirt with his gun tucked at his back waist, Falcon was indeed cooking.

  She stared at his tattoo that spread across his back. She’d glimpsed it before but never had a chance to really study it.

  It was a man with arms spread wide, his head bowed and wings spread out from beneath his arms. It was like he’d been crucified but not. Hands of a clock was slashed over the tatoo and extended beyond the edges.

  Asia was utterly fasinated.

  Turning around, Falcon saw her and smiled.

  Her knees went weak. Man, that grin... it was her doom. So mesmerizing, when his face was relaxed and he did not scowl, he was beuatuiful if a man could be.

  “Hungry?” he asked as he turned back, setting the pan to the side and dishing scrambled eggs onto a plate.

  “S-starving...” she stammered. Ok, so much for acting cool. She rolled her eyes at herself.

  “Good, just have a seat.”

  She sat at the counter and simply stared. The man was magnificent and he did not even seem to know it. Women could only dream of men like this. Despite, him saying he wasn’t honorable or a hero, his actions spoke for him. “So, you can cook too?” she asked.

  Turning, he set her plate down along with a napkin and a fork. “You’d better hope so.”

  Asia laughed. He was funny too. She shook the fuzziness away. She needed to not act like such a star struck girl here. She picked up her fork and dove in. “Mmm, so good.”

  He placed orange juice next to her plate. “You like it?’

  “Mm-hmmm,” she mumbled as she ate more. The bacon was perfectly cooked, crips but not crunchy and he had put cheese on the egss. Just like her Nan.

  He came around with his plate and sat next to her.

  “This is awesome, Falcon.”

  He nodded. “I grew up in many homes. One had an old hosekeeper, she cooked for the family and she was kind. I watched everything she did. Then I tried and tried over the years. So, I can cook now.”

  Curiousity was eating her up as she finished off her bacon. “Many homes?”

  He nodded as he frowned. He chewed then took a drink of his bottled water. “Foster homes.”

  Her eyes widened. He had no family either.

  Pausing, Falcon looked at her. “No, I had no family.”

  It was like he’d known what she was thinking. She decided to change the suject since his smile had gone away. “So the tat on your back?” More curiousity to be appeased.

  Falcon took another bite and nodded. Then swallowed. “What about it?”

  Her eyes rounded. “What about it? Where do I start?”

  He stared at her for a moment then took a drink. “It symbolizes me.”

  Nodding, she got that much. “So, you hang there, your face obscured, wings under you... the clock hands?”

  He pushed his plate away. “Time runs out for us all.”

  She raised her brow at him.

  He spoke softly to her, “Because I could not stop for death –He kindly stopped for me –The carriage held but just ourselves –And Immortality.”

  Blinking her eyes rapidly, her mouth popped open. “Emily Dickinson?” She had taken literature in college and was tested on the old type of poets, so she recognized it right away.

  He smiled. “Yes.”

  “B-but how...” She was floored. A biker who knew poetry? Impossible.

  Falcon laughed at her expression. “Believe me. It wasn’t easy when any of the brothers would see me with my nose in a poetry book. They have all given me a hard time. I only clocked a few of them when they went too far, mostly I let it slide. I love the old ones.”

  Asia just nodded unsure of what to say. When that happened, she always thought it was better to keep her mouth shut.

  He took her plate. “You feel better? I know it had to be a long while since you ate.”

  “Yes, thank—”

  He put his hand up.

  Blushing, she nodded. She wasn’t supposed to thank him.

  Setting the dishes in the sink, he grabbed a mug from the countered. “You drink coffee?”

  “Oh yes, I do.”

  He poured her a cup. “Cream and sugar, right?”

  She felt surprised. “Yes, how did you know?”

  He shrugged. “You’re too sweet to drink a bitter black.”

  “Oh, my god.” She laughed.

  “What?” He placed the mug in front to f her.

  “Y-you...” she stammered. “Was that like a line?”

  He leaned close and his voice rumbled to her ear. “Why would I need a line?”

  She swallowed heavily as his scent went straight up her nose and into her senses. He was right he would never need one. “Damn, Falcon. Why are you so...” She couldn’t seem to form the words.

  “So...? So what?” He moved even closer.

  “So hot?”

  He stared at her lips then he started to laugh.

  She blinked at his laughter. “Well, you are! You just don’t seem to know it!”

  He swiped a tear from his eyes. “Adorable.”

  Shaking her head, she argued, “No... not that. No one would ever say you were adorable.... Just sexy.”

  He stopped laughing. “I mean you are adorable. The cutest damn thing I have ever laid eyes on.�
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  Flushing, she couldn’t seem to look into his eyes. It made her wet and she wanted to squirm in her seat.

  “Look at me Little Asia,” he ordered in a low tone.

  She bit at her lip and shook her head, keeping her eyes down.

  Grabbing her off the stool, he raised her up above him. “Look at me.”

  She gulped then finally did. Her body trembled.

  He cocked his head. “Are you afraid of me now?”

  Shaking her head, she bit at her lip. She was in love with this biker and he could never know it. Never.

  “So what is it?” He slid her small form down along his large hard one.

  “I-I...nothing.” She shivered badly at the feel of his warm hard body.

  He smiled. “You’re shy now? After what we did last night?”

  She shook her head.

  He placed his lips to hers. “I have ways to make you talk,” he teased in a heavy German accent.

  Her eyes met his.

  He grinned at her.

  Laughing, she grasped his face and kissed him. She just wanted another taste of this man. Even while she knew, a taste would never be enough.

  With a low growl, Falcon wrapped his large arms around her and kissed her deeply.

  Her body went slack and he did have to hold her up. He smoothed his large hands all over her body as he sucked on her tongue.

  Asia thought she might pass out just from the taste of him and sensations that stormed her senses all at once.

  He lifted the shirt from her and dropped it to the floor.

  She was now naked in the kitchen and she did not care a bit.

  He again, raised her body up above him and did the oddest, most sensual thing. He slowly slid her down along his mouth as he licked and tongued her skin, when he got to her breasts he passed her nipples back and forth over his lips and tongue.

  Asia was breathless. Entirely mindless. The man was using her like a lollipop or ice cream cone as he licked every inch of her front.

  Trembling with heat and winded, she panted heavily.

  He set her down and reached to unsnap his jeans.

  Asia became alert. Whenever she could see this body in all its glory, she damn well paid attention.

  He lowered his jeans and that large magnificent tool of his sprung out.

  Asia gulped as he stepped out of his jeans. She licked her lips and wondered what he tasted like. She had never done that to a man but she had seen it done at the club in the back room. She didn’t think it was at all hot or sexy at the time, but anything with this man would be.

  “What is it?” he asked as she kept staring. “You seen this last night.”

  Jerking her head up, she blurted out, “I want to taste you.”

  He stilled and stared at her face. “Are you ready for something like that”

  Nodding she replied, “I would like to be.”

  “Like to be? Asia, you don’t have to—”

  “No, I want to. It’s just I am so small and you... well, you are too damn tall!”

  He smirked. “Well, I’m sorry. This is just the way I’m built.”

  “Thank the gods for that!” she exclaimed then slapped her hand over her mouth

  Chuckling, he grabbed her up and carried her to the bed. Then he laid down on the mattress with her on top.

  She stared into those hazel eyes and they seemed to deepen in color. Touching him like he had her, she caressed his stomach then his thighs as she slid downward to the apex of his powerful thighs.

  He groaned a bit at the touch of her fingers on his skin, but he didn’t say a word.

  Nervously, she came to his cock. Grasping it in her small hand, she noted he gasped at her touch. She wondered if she could make him lose his mind like he had done to her. She had no self confidence as she had never tried this before. Slowly, she lowered her tongue and licked the tip of him.

  He growled.

  Her head shot up. “Was that wrong?”

  He shook his head. “No... it was very, very right.”

  Emboldened a little, she then licked along his shaft. Experimenting.

  His whole body shook.

  Asia paused. He liked it? She then grew bolder and placed her whole mouth over the tip.

  His huge hands fisted the sheets. “Dammit!”

  Smiling with a mouthful of him, she knew she was on the right track. Mimicking what she had seen before she slid down as far as she could get then back up.

  His shaking grew as his chest was rising and falling. He groaned.

  Oh, this was hot and fun and she loved the taste of him. She then went to town as they say... and fucked him with her mouth.

  Reaching down, he grabbed her long hair in his fists.

  Asia then allowed him to propel her up and down.

  Damn, this was turning her on like she hadn’t expected at all and she was wet as she could be. Her whole body was on fire and she didn’t know if she could keep going before she exploded.

  He sped up a bit and she sucked for all she was worth as her body squirmed and she panted through her nose.

  “Oh fuuuck,” he let out in a low voice.

  Her clit pulsed with his rumbling voice and his length throbbing in her mouth.

  Letting go of her hair, he spoke softly, “Asia I’m going to...”

  She knew what he meant and she was more than ready, so she reached down and grasped his balls and squeezed.

  “Dammit!” His large body shook badly as he shouted and spurted into her mouth.

  Asia tasted a salty but kind of sweet flavor burst into her throat and she swallowed every bit, just like he’d done to her. She then found herself coming with him. Oh... she clenched her thighs together and had to let go as she slumped sideways and was climaxing.

  Sitting up, Falcon stared down at her. “That made you come?”

  She was panting and rolling on the bed. “Y-yesss...”

  He grabbed her up and pulled her tight to his heaving chest. “Damn girl. I’ve never know a woman who climaxed while blowing me.” He grasped her cheeks with his hands. “I’m keeping you. Do you hear me?”

  Shivering and trembling, she nodded. “So I did good?”

  He stared into her eyes and grinned. “The best I ever had.”

  Her eyes widened “But I didn’t even know what I was doing?”

  Laughing, Falcon kissed her soundly.

  Chapter Eight

  FALCON

  They laid there for a couple of hours talking. She told him about the life she had in Maine after he put her on that bus. It wasn’t so bad, just lonely. But at least she didn’t have to worry about dancing in clubs anymore and she stated that she never would again either.

  Damn straight, she wouldn’t.

  Then she fell asleep.

  Talon didn’t sleep right away as his mind was blown. He smiled as he’d been blown by a novice and she had rocked his world. He never would have believed a woman could have this effect on him. He now understood Talon and Rogue seeming to be wrapped by their women. As he knew for sure, he couldn’t get enough of his little Asia.

  He vowed to himself that she would stay with him and no one would ever hurt her again. He intended to treat her like a queen. A little Asian goddess that she truly was. Make up for all she had suffered. When she’d told him about her first time, it took all he had not to tear the whole bathroom apart.

  One day, he would get the name of this man from her and the club where he frequented. Then he was going to pay for what he did to her.

  Date rape took her virginity with some man she didn’t even know. So essentially, to everything else about fucking, she was still a virgin. Innocence and being an innocent took on a whole new meaning now. To him, she was the purest form of it he had ever known.

  She never asked for anything for herself nor felt she had a right to anything and he could tell that she only half believed him when he said he wanted to keep her. He saw it in her eyes. The doubt, the fear. She had seen too much loss and mis
ery in her life before him and if it killed him, he intended to make the rest of her life happy, spoil her rotten. Give her everything, anything to keep her happy.

  Sighing, he tucked her sleeping body close to his side. So okay. He was wrapped. Falcon had to face it now. He had a woman and wanted a life with her. How had this happened? He smiled. By saving her not once but twice. It was as if destiny had pushed her into his path, so he would finally stop and just look at her.

  Well two days ago, he did. He stopped and looked. Now he didn’t want to know what life would be like without her in it. This should bother him. In less than 48 hours, he had fallen for a woman and he didn’t care.

  Holding her tightly, he dozed off.

  A sound woke him. He could see it was dark now, as they had slept for hours. Instantly, he reached for his weapon on the nightstand. He detangled himself from Asia and sat up. Searching the room.

  Silence.

  He knew though that something wasn’t right. He was alive today because of this sense he had.

  The window splintered apart from the far side of the bedroom. He felt the pinch of pain, and laid his body over Asia’s, so she wouldn’t catch a bullet.

  Waking up, she placed her hands around his neck.

  “Shhh,” he whispered to her.

  Her body went tight as she caught on that there was trouble.

  Then they could hear sounds. Men shouting and the door being kicked in.

  Falcon tried to move and couldn’t seem to. What the fuck?

  Asia pulled her hand back from his shoulder. “You’re bleeding!” she exclaimed. “There’s something on your—”

  “Get in and grab her!” a loud voice boomed in the room.

  Falcon now felt sleepy, everything around him slowed down to a blended blur. Fuck, they used a daaarrrt. He heard Asia screaming then everything went dark.

  Falcon groaned as he came awake. His head pounded like the worst hangover he could remember. Then he realized what he heard last. Sitting up, he called out, “Asia?”

  The room was still dark, so maybe he hadn’t been out that long? His shoulder hurt and he reached over to turn the nightstand lamp on. He then looked across the bed to see the blankets on the floor and the other nightstand toppled over. Glass shards were all over the room.