Steele

by Sherri L. King

Marla looked at Steele for confirmation of this shocking news.

  “I’ve never killed anyone,” Steele said softly. “And everyone I’ve helped to put behind bars richly deserved it, believe me. All I do is aid the police a little, whether they know it or not. I help them catch criminals red-handed.”

  Daniel smirked. “How noble you make it sound, when you’re nothing more than hired muscle.”

  A car drove slowly down the road and Daniel leapt to his feet and bolted. Steele followed him easily, his long legs eating up the distance that Daniel’s head start had given him. The car swerved as if the driver intended to run Steele down.

  A split second before the car struck him, Steele brought his fist down on the hood. The car halted abruptly and nearly flipped over. Steele took his fist off the car, leaving an incredible dent behind. The driver got out of the car and ran down the street as fast as his legs would carry him. With one last murderous look at Steele, Daniel turned to follow his friend at a sprint.

  Steele looked back at Marla. “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “Why?” she asked shakily.

  “I didn’t want you to ever have to see that.”

  “What, Siren?”

  “No. My…uh…” He gestured to the smoking wreck of a car in the middle of the road. “My gifts. My curse.”

  Marla smiled and ran to him, throwing herself into his arms. He lifted her and held her close. “I’m glad you were here. I’m glad you’re gifted. It makes me feel less alone in this world.”

  “You’ll never be alone,” Steele said thickly. “Never as long as I’m here.”

  “That was pretty amazing stuff,” she said, marveling at how incredibly strong Steele was. Stronger than steel he might be, but he’d been nothing but gentle with her from the start. He was her own gentle giant. Her mighty protector.

  Steele set her back down on the ground and looked at the microchip still held within his hand. “Ryan will want to see this.”

  “Let’s take it to him.”

  Steele’s gaze burned hers. “Not yet. It’s late. And first I want to make sure you’re okay.”

  Marla nodded. “I’m fine. Just a little shaken.”

  Steele swept her up in his arms like he would a babe and carried her back toward her house. “I need to see you naked, to make sure you’re not injured in any way.”

  “Oh God, what will the neighbors think?” she giggled.

  “I meant that I’ll get you naked inside the house.” Steele’s mouth turned up at the corner in an endearing lopsided grin.

  They crossed the threshold and Steele closed the door behind them.

  * * * * *

  The moment Steele set her down on her feet in the bedroom he began to strip her clothes from her body. Marla knew she wasn’t injured but she let him have his way. He seemed determined to know for himself that she was all right.

  Desire stirred in her blood and her breath caught.

  Steele removed her bra and her breasts were bare to the cool night air. Her nipples were long and hard and aching for his touch. For his fingers and his mouth and anything else he wanted to put there.

  When she was totally nude before him, Steele inspected her from head to toe. He found no injuries and let out a long, relieved breath. Then he seemed to realize that she was nude and his hands brought her closer to him.

  Marla wanted him so badly her teeth ached. She went to her knees before him and reached for the fastening of his jeans. Her fingers fumbled. Steele growled and pushed her hands aside, making short work of the fastening himself and divesting himself of all his other clothes in record time.

  His cock bobbed heavily between his legs, full and thick and hard with need for her. Marla pumped him, marveling at the way his foreskin moved over his beautiful penis. She pushed the skin back and laid her lips against the crown of him and he shuddered against her.

  She let the head slip between her lips, opening wide to take him. Her tongue stroked him, tasting the tiny droplets of pre cum. She suckled softly, gently, and cupped his sac in one hand while the other masturbated him into her mouth. Her head bobbed over him and he pushed her hair back away from her face so he could watch her as she sucked him off.

  Marla let one of her hands move down to her pussy, finding it moist and wet with desire. She found her clit and rubbed it the way she liked best. She put her fingers inside of her cunt, thrusting in and out the way she wanted his enormous cock to thrust in and out of her.

  Steele pushed her away. “Not yet,” he growled. He pushed her back onto the floor and came upon her, towering over her in the shadows. He spread her legs wide and brought his face down to her pussy. He let a long, silvery line of spit trail down onto her sex and Marla bucked beneath him, feeling the wetness sliding down her slit like the caress of a finger.

  He positioned his massive cock at her opening and, without warning, thrust balls deep into her. He impaled her, hard into the heart of her, over and over. Her breasts bounced with their efforts and his hands came up to cup them lovingly.

  Marla pushed him away after several thrusts and made him lie back on the floor. She moved down over him again and took his cock as deep into her mouth as she could. She tasted herself mixed with his spicy masculine flavor and she loved it. She licked him clean, sucking him, letting his cock go with a wet popping noise.

  She straddled him, coming down over his cock, letting it fill her like a fist knocking at her womb. She rode him as she would a bucking bronco, moving her hips over him like the graceful movement of water, washing over him, taking all he had to give. She ground her pelvis against his, bouncing gently up and down upon him, squeezing her clit between their bodies as she fucked him. Steele leaned up, sending his cock even deeper into her, and took one of her nipples between his teeth.

  He pushed her back, pulling free of her body with a wet, sucking sound and positioned her on her hands and knees before him. He mounted her from behind, balls slapping her tender flesh as he slid home. He held her shoulders and thrust into her again and again. He slapped her bottom until it stung, and she cried out as blindingly intense ecstasy washed through her body.

  “Put your finger in my ass,” she gasped.

  Steele put his thick middle finger in his mouth and wet it thoroughly with his saliva. He then gently inserted it into her anus, turning it this way and that in time with the strokes of his cock into her pussy. He rode her that way, so gentle and yet so demanding, until she was gasping and begging for mercy.

  Marla put her hand back on her pussy, spreading herself wide. She laid her head on the floor so that her bottom was high, high over her head, fully opening herself to Steele’s pounding cock. She found her clit with her fingers and stroked over the hard nubbin of tender flesh.

  Steele removed his finger from her bottom and took her hips in his hands, bringing her harder against his pelvic thrusts. Their bodies made wet, slapping noises together and the smell of their sex permeated the room. Marla had tears coming out of the corners of her eyes, and she moaned with every stroke Steele’s body made inside of hers.

  Steele abruptly pulled out of her. He bent down low behind her and put his mouth on her anus. He licked her there, his tongue a wicked weapon against her frazzling nerve endings. He thrust his fingers into her pussy and let her ride his hand for a moment as he licked and suckled and kissed her most forbidden flesh.

  Minutes—what felt like hours—passed. The only sounds in the room were of Marla’s weak, breathless moans and Steele’s mouth kissing her anus. He rose up over her again and mounted her once more, stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched before.

  With a wild, keening cry, Marla came. Her body clamped down like a vise on Steele’s enormous member. Steele groaned and found his own release, filling her pussy up with his creamy cum. Marla fell forward, limp, onto the floor. Steele rode her for a few more strokes and then stilled.

  He stirred against her, pulling out. He turned her over onto her back and spread her legs once more. He put his mouth on
her cunt, his tongue spearing deep into her pussy. His lips and teeth tugged at her clit and Marla was mindless with the endless sensations he visited upon her.

  Impossibly, she came again, shuddering against his mouth and around his tongue. When it was over, when her breathing had calmed once more, Steele picked her up and laid her on the bed. He joined her seconds later and took her into his arms beneath the covers. They dozed, then fell deeply asleep, holding tight to each other.

  It was the best sleep Marla had had in years.

  Chapter Six

  Two days later

  “We’ve sent the chip in for analysis and I’ve informed my contacts of Siren’s activities. Siren’s been engaging in illegal activities for too long. Once their secrets are uncovered they shouldn’t bother Marla anymore.”

  Steele nodded. “She’s going to move in with me anyway. She just doesn’t know it yet,” he chuckled ruefully.

  Ryan smiled. “I’m glad to see you so happy, Steele.” He sighed. “I remember when Dad brought you here, that first day, when you were still so painfully shy about using your gifts. I remember envying you your strength because I knew the ladies really got into that sort of thing.” He chuckled.

  “I never knew that,” Steele said. “I was too busy fighting my own nature, I think, to notice what was going on around me.”

  “When I found out you were so strong because of your mastery over your own Chi, I nearly ran myself ragged trying to do the same myself. It never worked.” Ryan grinned sheepishly.

  “I don’t even know how I use my Chi. I doubt I ever will. But I was so grateful when my team of scientists told me that’s what I’d been doing over the years—honing my life energy into something tangible and strong. That was when I first started to relax around here.”

  “I remember it took you awhile to grow accustomed to our way of life here.”

  “Your dad was the only real father figure I ever knew.”

  “I know.”

  “He bought me from my real dad, did he tell you that? For fifty thousand dollars.”

  “Yes. Years after you came here he told me,” Ryan admitted.

  “That was the best day of my life. I’ll always be grateful to Sterling and to your father for helping me lead a normal life.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “Well, as normal as it can be anyway.”

  “There’s nothing to be grateful for, Steele. You’re one of the best men I’ve got. Without you I don’t think we’d be successful. You’re very important to us.”

  Steele nodded. “I’ve got to get back. Marla will be through with her tests soon.”

  “How is she coming along?”

  Steele shrugged. “She’s not learning too much about why she obtained these powers of hers during her coma. But I think her team is coming up with a way to help her control them to some extent.”

  Ryan smiled. “She’s a unique individual. We’ll be happy to learn more about her and her new talents.”

  “So will we,” Steele said, speaking of himself and Marla. “Marla’s tired of sleeping with all the appliances unplugged.”

  Ryan and Steele shared a laugh over that.

  There came a knock at the door and Johnny Vicious poked his head in. “Can I interrupt you two?”

  “Sure, Vicious, what’s going on?” Ryan asked.

  Vicious looked at Steele. “Marla’s doing some amazing stuff in the lab. I thought you might like to come and see for yourself.”

  Steele was on his feet in a second, followed by Ryan. The three men made their way over to the lab where Marla was running through her daily regimen of tests. Lights flickered along the way, some bulbs popping and going completely dark. The closer they got to the lab the more chaotic the electrical bursts got.

  There was a large window before the lab and Steele watched through it as Marla, strapped down to a chair, tossed her head back and forth. The machines she was hooked up to were going haywire, some smoking as they broke down completely. Her team of scientists was scrambling to protect their computer equipment, trying and failing to move the machines out of Marla’s range.

  All the lights in the compound went dark, flickered, then came back on. One of the scientists attached what looked like a rubber bracelet onto Marla’s wrist. Then…silence. Stillness. The crisis was over, it seemed.

  “That’s amazing,” Ryan breathed. “Truly amazing.”

  “You should have seen her a few minutes ago. She was arcing electricity from her fingertips to the computer towers.” Vicious chuckled. “It was really pretty to watch.”

  Steele went into the room and immediately went to Marla’s side. “Are you all right?” he asked.

  Marla, shaken but still strong, nodded. “I’ll be fine in a minute,” she gasped.

  Steele pressed a hard kiss to her mouth then turned to face the group of scientists huddled further into the room. “She’s done here for the day,” he said commandingly.

  “Steele, it’s okay. I’ll be fine,” Marla protested.

  His silver gaze bored a hole into her. “You’re. Done. Here. For. The. Day,” he said firmly, enunciating each word carefully.

  Marla let out a soft protest as Steele scooped her up into his arms. He carried her from the room, ignoring Ryan and Vicious as he passed, and took her to his apartment without stopping along the way.

  He set her down on her feet, then took her hand and half dragged her into the bedroom. Steele looked down at her wrist, at the black bracelet that encircled it. “What’s this?” he asked.

  “It’s a ground. Mark thinks it will help stop my outbursts,” Marla answered. “I think he might be right. When I wear it the lights don’t flicker anymore. I figure it’s worth a try.”

  Steele nodded. “Get undressed,” he commanded softly.

  Marla blinked. “What, right now?”

  “Yes, right now. Get naked. Or I’ll do it for you and I don’t trust myself to do that quite yet. You scared the hell out of me back there.”

  Marla felt her eyes go wide as he stalked her, towering over her.

  “I’m going to give you the ride of your life,” Steele promised, voice wicked and determined.

  * * * * *

  Marla was completely nude. And nervous. It usually didn’t bother her, being naked, but this time Steele kept his clothes on. She didn’t like to be a solo act.

  “I don’t trust myself yet,” he whispered, when she begged him to take off his clothes.

  He unbuttoned his pants and let his cock spring free. It seemed so much larger to Marla’s wide, hungry eyes. She watched as he came close to where she reclined on the bed. “I want you to touch yourself,” he said. “And I want you to watch me while you do it.”

  Marla put her hands between her legs and began stroking all over her sex. She spread the lips of her pussy wide for Steele’s gaze, which blazed a trail over her naked body like a burning flame. She watched as he palmed his cock and began to stroke himself in time with her own movements.

  “Suck your nipples,” Steele commanded raggedly, his movements growing faster, more urgent.

  Marla lifted her breast to her own mouth and let her tongue dart out to taste its peak. Steele groaned and pumped himself rapidly, his breath catching with each lick she gave her nipple. She popped one into her mouth and sucked. Her other hand diddled with her clit, rubbing and squeezing it until she was bucking on the bed.

  Steele groaned long and loud and came hard. His cum spurted onto her breasts and belly, and she rubbed the essence of him into her skin, reveling in the purely masculine scent of his release. He shuddered and put his still-spurting cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and tasted him, swallowing every last drop he had to give.

  He tasted like magic. Sweet and spicy and delicious.

  Steele came down upon her on the bed. He shoved his cock into the heart of her and began to ride her at a fast, breathtaking pace. He thrust harder and harder into her until the bed was squeaking and groaning from the abuse.

  His fingers found her c
lit and squeezed it like she squeezed his cock with her body. Marla cried out and came explosively beneath his bucking body. Her pussy milked his dick, clamping down so hard that they both saw stars and lost their breath.

  Steele took her ankles in his hands and pushed them up by her ears. He sank deeper, impossibly deeper, into the wet, welcoming heat of her body. Marla screamed and bucked beneath him, coming again and again. She was so wet her juices dripped to the covers beneath them. She was so hot her body felt as if it were on fire.

  “Give me a baby, Marla,” Steele groaned. “Take all of me.”

  Marla cried out. He thrust harder into her, nearly bruising her he loved her so savagely. The iron bar of him reached to the heart of her and filled her up with unimaginable passion, until she almost swooned with the rioting sensations that gripped her.

  His hands held her ankles tight, never allowing her a chance to escape. As if she would have tried. She’d never felt so mastered, so completely split open and naked and vulnerable. He reached down with his hands and squeezed the cheeks of her ass. He slapped them hard, so that they stung, and the pain made the pleasure all the sweeter.

  Marla came with a long groan. Her body shook beneath his and he rode her through the storm of her climax, thrusting deep over and over straight into her womb.

  He shuddered and came seconds later, filling her with hot, scalding splashes of cum. Marla felt him burning inside of her, pulsing and hard and hot. He filled her up until she was overflowing with his essence. His mouth came crashing onto hers and seconds later his body followed, taking her down deep into the mattress.

  “I love you Marla,” he said hoarsely at her ear.

  Marla felt her eyes tear up. “I love you too Steele. With all my heart.”

  He kissed her one last time and they both fell asleep within moments.

  Epilogue

  Three years later

  Marla looked at her babies as they played joyously with their new puppy. She marveled that these triplets could be hers. Two boys and one girl, they were perfect in every way—and hell on her nerves at times. But it was all worth it.