Page 19 of King's Claim
He didn’t give her the chance.
“Inside.Now.”His voice was rough, snapping more like a command than a request.
Lena bristled, her chin lifting.“I didn’t ask you to drag me here.”
King shoved open the clubhouse doors, ignoring the curious looks from his brothers and the women hanging around.He cut a straight path to his office, yanking the door closed behind them with a slam that rattled the frame.
Lena whirled on him.“You can’t just—”
The fury in her eyes sparked something in him, hotter than rage, sharper than reason.He crossed the room in two strides, crowding her back against the wall.He planted his hands beside her head, trapping her, caging her in.
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t shrink away.She never did.“You think you can keep doing this?”she hissed.“Showing up, taking over, deciding what I need?”
“Damn right,” he snarled, the words scraped raw from his chest.“Because if I hadn’t shown up tonight, you’d be in a hospital bed, or worse.You don’t get it, Lena.They’re not playing games.I won’t let them touch you.”
Her chest heaved, eyes flashing with anger, but beneath it he saw the flicker of something else.Heat.
“You’re infuriating,” she whispered.
“And you drive me out of my goddamn mind,” King said.
The space between them burned away.His mouth crashed down on hers, rough, desperate, explosive.
Lena gasped, then melted into him.She fisted her hands in the leather of his cut.The kiss wasn’t sweet, it was fire and fury, all teeth and tongue, the clash of two people who’d been circling each other too long.
King groaned against her mouth, the sound ripped from somewhere deep.He’d kissed women before, more than he could count, but never like this.Never like it mattered.
Lena pressed her body to his, soft curves against his hard edges, and his control snapped.King grabbed her hips, hauling her closer, grinding the evidence of his hunger against her thigh.She moaned, the sound wrecking him, fueling him.
“King...”Her voice was shaky, pleading, but not with fear.
He broke the kiss just long enough to growl against her lips, “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
Her eyes locked on his, wide and burning.“Don’t you dare stop.”
That was all he needed.King kissed her again, slower this time, more deliberate, pouring everything into it.His rage, relief, hunger, reverence.He explored her, sliding one hand up her spine, the other tangling in her hair.She tasted like coffee and defiance, like the only thing he’d ever crave again.
Clothes became obstacles.King tugged her shirt over her head.He tossed his cut onto the desk and his t-shirt followed.His scars and ink were bare, the map of every war he’d fought etched across his skin.He waited for her to flinch, to look away.
She didn’t.Her fingertips traced the ridges gently, reverently, like she saw the man beneath the monster.
“Beautiful,” she whispered.
The word nearly undid him.
“Lena,” King rasped, voice breaking.
Then he lifted her—Lena wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively—and carried her to the desk.Papers scattered, the glass of whiskey toppled, but he didn’t give a damn.
He laid her back, his hands trailing reverently down her body, memorizing every inch.King put his mouth to her, tasting her skin, drawing gasps and shivers until she arched beneath him.
King left a trail of kisses down her neck, her collarbones.Reaching her breasts, he sucked on each nipple with reverence, liking how she cried out against him.Lower he went, down her belly.King undid the buttons of her pants, pulling them off.Finally the valley between her thighs was exposed to him.He slid two fingers inside her, finding her wet and tight.
King paused, grabbed a condom from his wallet and put it on.“King,” she whispered and the look in her eyes told him she wanted this as much as he did.
He put the condom on and Lena spread her legs further for him.When he finally pushed inside her, a growl tore from his chest.She felt so good, so perfect.King entered her slow and steady, until he was balls deep inside her.
Lena clung to him, digging her nails into his shoulders, whispering his name like it was the only prayer she knew.The world outside ceased to exist.There was only Lena, the heat between them, the raw need that drove them, the tenderness that surprised them both.
