Blaydes Betrayal (Savage Saints MC Book 2) Page 13

  “Fuck off Talon.” She grumbles and holds back another wince. “What are you thinking we get? I mean we can’t just let the men have theirs. We need ours too.” Poison grits through her teeth.

  “Hmm…” I think about it for a moment. “How about an infinity symbol and around the infinity symbol it says we might not share blood but we’ll always be sisters forever.”

  “Yes. Let’s do it.” Poison winces again and I try to hold back a laugh. “Talon, when you’re done, can you draw something up and we can get it done when we get back?”

  “Sure as long as you don’t cry like a baby again.” He grumbles.

  “I’m not crying like a baby. Let me ink you asshole and see how you like it.” Poison sticks her tongue out.

  “Poison, where the fuck do you think you can put a tattoo on me? I’m covered head to toe.”

  “Your dick, fucker.”

  “Like I said,” Talon stops his poking and prodding for a moment and Poison breathes a sigh of relief. “Covered from head to toe.” He smirks at her and goes back to finishing her tattoo.

  “Eww gross. I didn’t need that image.” Poison laughs and I join her.

  “You’re the one who brought it up.” He shrugs with a smirk on his face.

  “Remind me to never engage with him,” Poison hitches a thumb over her shoulder. “Unless I’m positive I want to know the answer.”

  “Deal.” I agree laughing.

  The room becomes quiet when Talon turns off the tattoo gun. “Ok. Poison you’re done. Remember to keep it wrapped for the next twenty-four hours, apply this ointment every four to six and no direct sunlight for the next forty-eight hours.” Talon tapes it in cling wrap after putting a special lotion on it. His hazel eyes land on me. “Your turn.”

  “You enjoy this way too much.” Poison grumbles, standing up from the chair.

  “Fuck yeah I do. It’s fun watching big beefy men snivel and cry while getting ink.” Talon laughs while getting fresh needles and gun for me. I straddle the chair Poison was just in and remove my t-shirt. Talon gives off a long, slow whistle. “Damn, girl you have some great detail on these.”

  “Thanks. Each one has a meaning behind them.”

  “I can see that.” He studies the skulls, crossbones, daisies, roses and Chinese symbols spanning across my shoulder blades and down my spine. “Where do you want yours?”

  “On my ribs. Definitely my ribs.” Talon moves his chair and table with him and presses the stencil against my right ribs.

  “Here we go. This is going to hurt like an asshole so if you need a break, just say so.” I nod my head and Talon fires up the tattoo gun. The first poke into my skin hurts but I hold back a whimper and relax my body.

  After an hour in the chair and Poison and I talking about stories from when we were teenagers, Talon is finished. I almost fell asleep the pain felt so good. I’ve never had a tattoo done in this mindset and it’s more refreshing than I thought.

  “You know the drill, Siren. Thanks for visiting Talon’s Tattoos. I make big boys cry.” He offers me a wink and I raise from the chair. My ribs are sore and bruising but I bite back the pain and offer him a smile.

  “Thanks, Talon see you in a little while.” While Poison and I were talking, we thought of tattoos for Blayde and Kayne to get. I can’t wait to see their expressions. It’s small and delicate like their Ol’ Ladies. I figured I’d go find my man, fuck his brains out then bring him back down so Talon can enjoy the party for a little while. I know Poison is thinking of the same thing with the dreamy look she has in her eyes when she opens the door.

  “There you are,” Kayne lifts Poison off her feet and brushes his lips against hers in a provocative kiss. “Where’d you get it?” He asks, his blue eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas.

  “Take me upstairs and I’ll show you,” she says against his lips. Kayne growls while Poison wraps her legs around his waist and he carries her away.

  “Well, that was some show,” Blayde’s deep voice whispers in my ear and a shiver travels down my spine. He grabs my hips and closes the distance between us, pressing his hard cock against the curve of my ass. I try to hold back a moan but Blayde licks my neck and squeezes my nipples through my sports bra. Fire races through my blood and need pools between my legs. I arch my neck to give him better access and rub my ass against his hardness. “I need you right now, Siren.”

  The low seductive tone in Blayde’s voice undoes me. I turn and press my body against his, “So take me, Blayde. You already have your ink on me. Mark me and don’t be gentle this time.” Blayde takes my hand and drags me up to his room. Excitement races through my body with the anticipation of what he will do. Blayde closes the door behind us and his big body engulfs mine with one move.

  “Do you trust me, Siren?” The deep seduction in Blayde’s voice sends a shiver down my spine.

  “With every fiber of my being,” I respond with no hesitation.

  Blayde picks me up and lays me on the bed. He removes the rest of my clothes and his. The look of lust in his hooded eyes is my undoing. I yank him down on top of me so the hard planes of his body are flush against my soft curves and kiss him hard. Our tongues battling back and forth. I bite his bottom lip and sooth it with my tongue.

  “Take me as yours, Blayde,” I whisper against his swollen lips. Blayde crawls down my body and spreads my legs wide, exposing my pussy for his view. He licks his lips and descends his head. The touch of his hot tongue against my wet folds has me arching my back and a moan escapes my throat. A growl pierces through the bedroom as Blayde feasts on my pussy making my body quiver and bend to his will.

  “God, you taste better than you smell,” Blayde growls against my clit. He continues to lick and suck marking me as his. My orgasm builds low in my stomach.

  “Fuck Blayde. I’m so close.” I grip his hair and push his face against my pussy, grinding against him, chasing my orgasm. He enters two fingers into my opening and plunges them deep inside. I’m so lost in my own orgasm I don’t feel the cold blade resting against my skin until I’m so far gone to even be worried.

  “I’ve got you, Butterfly.” Blayde’s deep voice puts me at ease and I want his knife to pierce my flesh. I need his Savage side to come out and play.

  “Mark me, Blayde. Make me hurt and feel good.” The coolness of his blade pierces the skin on the inside of my thigh causing my skin to set on fire. “More.” I moan. Blayde makes another shallow cut on the inside of my thigh while his mouth licks and sucks up the blood trailing down my skin and his fingers dive in and out of my quivering pussy, sending me over the edge of an intense orgasm.

  “Fuck me, Blayde.” Blayde makes another small slice against my skin and I’m done for. Even thinking is impossible right now with the way he makes me feel. I peel open an eye and watch him. He has a smirk on his face, his eyes hooded with desire and love. My blood paints his fingers and lips. I want him more than I ever have. His massive cock is resting against his hard abs and I want to touch it, to trail my tongue up and down his hard shaft. Licking and sucking him into my mouth.

  “Come here, Blayde.” He crawls up my body, resting what I want between my legs. I hook my legs around his waist and push him on his back. Blayde releases a grunt as I straddle him. I can feel the blood from the cuts slowly dripping down my thigh coating our skin.

  “Ride me Butterfly.” Blayde groans and grabs my hips.

  “Not yet. It’s my turn.” A look of want flashes in his eyes and it fuels me on. I trail my tongue down his hard abs and trace his tattoos until I reach the spot I want the most. I cup Blayde’s balls with my hand and lick his hard cock. I put him in my mouth and suck hard tasting his pre-cum in my mouth. I groan pushing him in the back of my throat as far as I can go. A gag escapes my lips and Blayde pants, lifting his hips into me. I do this a few more times before I’m lifted off his cock and lick my lips.

  “Mmm… I wasn’t done yet.” I pout.

  “I can’t let you do that without losing control. I ne
ed to feel your pussy wrapped around my dick.” Blayde sits up and kisses me hard. I taste myself on his lips and him on mine. He runs his hands down my body and grips his shaft, tugging it hard. I sit on my knees opening myself to him. His groin and legs are covered in my blood. I look at Blayde and he nods his head. “Yes, Siren. Mark me as yours too.”

  I sink down onto him and we both let out low moans. He surges up into me and I push down at the same time. Our bodies slick with sweat and blood, slapping together in sync. He fills me up and we’re making a mess right now but I don’t care. All I care about is making this strong sexy biker unravel under and inside of me. Blayde pushes his hips and thrusts up into me.

  “Harder, Blayde.” I moan.

  Blayde grabs my long hair and wraps his hands around it, pulling my head back, exposing my throat. The cool blade rests against my throat and my body betrays the fear I should feel but don’t. He makes a shallow nick on my collar bone and moans. “Again,” I pant. Blayde makes another small cut, barely grazing my skin. His other hand has ahold of my hip, gripping it in a bruising force. I move my hips back and forth along his groin creating friction against my clit.

  “Fuck, Butterfly. You’re so beautiful covered in your own blood.” Blayde growls against my skin where he made his marks. His cock swells inside of me and I know he’s close. We’re both panting and moaning against each other’s lips.

  “Harder, Blayde,” I whimper. He releases my hair and pushes me onto my back. Blayde lifts my legs onto his shoulders and slams into me harder and faster. “Oh God, I’m coming,” I shout. My body tingles from head to toe, my pussy contracts around Blayde’s hard cock and I can’t stop the impending orgasm that rips through my body as he thrusts into me harder and harder, holding my legs onto his shoulders. Blayde releases my legs and surges forth one more time and empties himself inside of me. My body twitches and my pussy grips his shaft riding out the orgasm he just gave me. Panting hard, Blayde rests his head against the crook of my neck and inhales.

  “Not so sweet and innocent now, Butterfly. I want to fuck you like that more often.” Blayde grumbles against my skin. “I think you killed me with this sexy, lethal body. I can’t move.”

  I laugh against his sweaty skin. “You’re not dead, Blayde. Because if you die on me after that orgasm, I’ll hunt your soul down and resurrect you. Or I’ll just keep you stuffed in the corner and bring you out when I need you.”

  “Evil, evil woman. Using me for my body.” I swat his sweaty back with the palm of my hand and Blayde laughs at me.

  “You know it big boy. I need to get cleaned up and you have an appointment with Talon.” Blayde pulls his softened cock out of my body and I immediately miss the way he fills me in all the right places.

  “Ok, but it better not be too girly or I’ll do it under extreme protest.” I swat his chest, stinging my hand in the process. “Steel baby, in all the right places.” Blayde winks and struts his naked self into the bathroom. I can’t help but watch the way his body moves with grace. I lick my lips and follow close behind admiring his backside covered with tattoos.

  A deep sigh of happiness escapes my throat. This is my life. This is what I’ve always wanted and waited for. Just when I felt I’d never find my place here, Blayde swoops in and saves me. He rescued me from myself and all the evil that taunts my soul. With him I’m at peace and nothing or no one will ever take that away from me.

  Chapter 20

  Blayde

  I’m sitting in the chair letting Talon ink my skin while Siren watches. She wouldn’t let me see what she came up with and Kayne and Poison were already gone, so I didn’t get to see what his was. Talon let out a slow laugh while I bitched about it.

  The buzz of the gun while the needle pierces my skin over my heart where I told him I wanted it is the only noise in the room. Siren has fire in her eyes and I know that look well. I wink at her and she blushes. After what we did in our room and the shower, you’d think she’d not blush. But that’s not the case with my Butterfly. She’s a secret closet freak and I can’t wait to see what she wants to do next.

  “There all done. That wasn’t so bad.” Talon taunts me while he covers it, then gives it a hard slap.

  “You motherfucker,” I say through clenched teeth. Talon barks out a laugh and takes care of his shit. With the half hour it took, it’s got to be something small and dainty. Hence the bitching I did earlier. “I can’t wait for someone to come along and put you on your ass Talon. I’ll laugh the whole time, fucker.” I throw my shirt on and stand up.

  “Please. The day a woman puts me on my ass is the day hell freezes over. Now I’m going to see what patch whores are left and find me a warm body to sink inside of.” Talon cleans up his tools and exits the room. Now it’s just Siren and me. I crowd her until her back hits the wall.

  “What time do we leave in the morning?” She asks, licking her lips.

  “We have to leave here at two a.m. to make it to Detroit at five. Steam and the rest of the Detroit Chapter are meeting us at the territory line and escorting us to the airport.” My eyes are drawn to Siren’s lips when she sneaks her tongue out and wets them. A groan escapes my lips but I have other things that need to be taken care of. “With as much as I want to sink deep inside of you again, there are some last minute things that need to be taken care of.” Regret laces my tone but Siren gives me a smile that takes all the regret away.

  “It’s fine. The club comes first.” She rests her palm over my heart. “I get it, Blayde. You don’t need to keep feeling guilty for doing what you have to. This here? This means you’re mine. Go do your Club thing and I’ll go pack our stuff.”

  I search her eyes for any remorse and find nothing. She gets it. She gets this is my way of life. I take her lips with mine, pinning her against the wall with my body. Siren runs her hands through my hair tugging on the strands. A growl escapes my throat and she swallows it up.

  “Later, Butterfly.” I rest my forehead against hers breathing hard.

  “Later, Blayde,” she echoes my words back and grins at me. “Now go before I change my mind and hold you hostage.” I release her body from the wall and we walk out of the room. Stryker is sitting alone at the kitchen table nursing a beer in front of him.

  “Everything alright, brother?” I ask. He looks up at us and narrows his cold blue eyes in Siren’s direction before looking away.

  “Yup.” Stryker answers popping the p.

  “I’ll see you later, Blayde.” Siren kisses my cheek and leaves the room.

  The bass of the music vibrates against the kitchen walls. I take one chair and flip it around, straddling it. Resting my hands on the back of the chair, I lean forward. “What’s going on? I figured you’d be out there,” I hitch my thumb over my shoulder. “Letting loose with some patch whores.”

  Stryker shrugs his shoulders and continues to twist the bottle in his hands. “Nah, not really feeling it tonight.”

  “You’ll be OK on this trip? Your head in the right place?”

  “It will be. Are you sure about this? Are you sure this is something you want to do?” Stryker looks up and his eyes are assessing me, looking for signs of regret.

  “I’m sure. This needs to be done. I can’t move forward in my future with my past looming behind me unanswered.”

  Stryker nods his head. “She’s the one, huh? How do you know she isn’t going to be like Monica?” Something in the way he says it makes me think he’s really asking for himself and not me.

  “When we’re apart, Siren is all I can think of. When we’re together, she’s front and center. There’s a hole in my chest when I think about all the things that happened to her and I need to shelter her from her pain. Make her smile and laugh. When the right woman comes around, all you want, No, all you need is to make her happy. She has my heart in the palm of her hand and if that makes me a pussy just to see her smile, then I say fuck it. Let me be a pussy. It doesn’t matter what anyone else says or wants. She’s all that matters. And she gets th
e Club life. She gets the Club comes first and she’s fine with it. She reminds me of it every day. That’s how I know Siren’s the one.” Stryker doesn’t say anything. He has a faraway look in his eyes. One I recognize in myself and I see with Kayne when Poison’s on his mind. I rap my knuckles on the table. “It’s not too late brother. You need to find yourself before you find happiness with someone else.”

  “Yeah, I get it.” Stryker stands up and tosses his full beer into the sink. “I’m heading off to bed. I’ll see you in a few hours.” He leaves the room quickly. I release a deep sigh and run my hands down my face. Something’s got to give with him. He has so many emotions bottled up inside and he won’t let anyone in.

  Yelling and shouting startle me from my thoughts and I’m up and out of my chair in a flash. My feet are moving quickly into the living room, just in time to see Stryker pinning a prospect against the wall with his forearm pressed against the kid's throat cutting off his air. Holly is standing behind them her brown eyes are wide with fright and she’s trying to talk Stryker down. He growls low in his throat.

  “Stryker, please no. He didn’t mean it.” She’s begging him but he isn’t listening. The music is turned down and everyone is standing around watching. Some are afraid to get caught in Stryker’s crosshairs. I spot Kayne moving toward him from the opposite side of the room and I approach too.

  “You ever touch, look or think about her again, I will fucking kill you.” Stryker’s deadly whisper floats across the room. Holly grabs his arm, trying to get him to release his death grip on the prospect. The kid’s eyes are huge and he’s gasping for breath.

  “I’m sorry.” The prospect’s voice is quivering with fear.

  “Stryker,” Kayne says trying to shove himself between the two. “Let him go.”

  “He deserves to die for touching what’s mine.” Stryker growls.

  “Then get your fucking head out of your ass and fix it. Let him go now.” Kayne’s body is vibrating with fury.