Warlords MC – The Complete Series
Warlords MC: Book 2 – King (Tremaine) : Conclusion

Mags rubbed the goose bumps down which rose on her arms. All this time, her life seemed nice and neat, cut and dry, her philosophy too. There was the clear rule of law, criminals on one side and the Protect and Serve oath on the other. A cop, Black and White, just like the squad car she drove. Until now…It all went fuzzy. It tilted sideways into the gray as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Her entire life had been lived in shadow. Secrets existed that she never knew about. All under the noses of the law.

Her mother had been taken into protective custody. So had Jade and the little girl. There had been no sign of her adoptive parents. Drew and Sandy. Joker had been searching for them through his system.

King had been sullen on the ride back here. He had actually been too busy to spend much time with her once they arrived at the warehouse. It seemed that the hunt would continue for him and his brothers. She felt torn now between being a cop and g feeling the need to join them. She wanted them all to go down. The whole Chapman family and whomever was behind it.

So, she hung around in his room. She needed to talk to him. See what was happening when he was free from the cleanup. The thought of him leaving. Going on this Mission wherever it led, made her feel like a hole had been growing in her chest that nothing could fill. She didn’t want a world without him in it.

Oh, God! Am I in love with him? Fuck! She swallowed heavily with an incredible sense of panic.

“Magdalena?” he called softly as he came in through the double doors.

She avoided his gaze. She did not want him to see what was in her eyes. She loved King and she needed time to figure it out.

“Umm…Can I use your shower?” she asked. “I’m sorry, but I still have grime on me.”

“Sure. Towels are there and there’s also a terry robe you can use.”

“Great. Now don’t go all die hard on me while I’m washing my hair okay?” she teased.

He chuckled. “I love that movie.”

“Oh! What a suhhprise!” She smiled and went into the bathroom. As she closed the door, she could hear that rich warm laughter of his, it fell over her in soft waves of sweet splendor. At least his mood was better. Maybe after she got a shower she would feel what? Braver? Then she would have that long overdue talk with him.

Mags turned the water on. She then pulled off the large t-shirt. Tugging the oversized sweats down, she casually glanced into the full mirror. Bruises showed on her hip and along one of her upper arms. Her left arm looked scraped and just at her hairline, a purple color showed from beneath her dark roots.

She got into the shower. Just to be clean. Get some rest and finally figure this all out. She put her head under the shower spray and lost track of time. Her mind wandered to sex with King again. How could it not? He hadn’t said or done anything more. No time. But she could dream about it right?

The shower door opened.

Mags gasped and turned to face the door.

King stood there.

Mags saw that he was entirely nude. She blinked her eyes. Oh…he’s hard too and wow, as big as he is everywhere else. She wondered at his sudden appearance after he’d been slow to take what she kept offering. However, the blazing look in his eyes took any words away she may have had in her mind.

He silently stepped in and shut the shower door.

“It’s time Magdalena. I can’t wait anymore.” He reached for her and grabbed her face, kissing her breath away.

She soaked up the flavor of his mouth like he was some kind of fine wine and she couldn’t get enough. The kiss lasted for a couple of minutes, or was it for a whole day? Maybe the first part of her life had been a sorry illusion, cold, rational and dull. And this was her reality instead of being just a dream. She wanted this to be her eternity, her forever. Oh, I hope he learns to love me too.

When he pulled his blazing mouth away, she nearly collapsed against him. Breathless and dizzy.

King held her up and gazed into her eyes. As was usual for this man, he did everything slower and more methodically than any man she’d known. His timing was his own, his method gentle but firm, sweet but demanding. The mist from the shower drifted around them. He tugged her closer and her breasts met with his hard chest. He wore an intense expression as he smoothed her wet hair back at her hairline and studied her bruised forehead. He kissed her head “Does it still hurt?” he asked as he then kissed her shoulder, then her bruised hip. It seemed like he was kissing all her injuries from the attack.

Mags felt entranced, trapped by his eyes, in sync with the hard planes of his body and invested in the feel of his heartbeat as it hummed against her breasts. Does it hurt? God damn right it hurts! Not my head but my heart and my body. This aching between my thighs, this suspension of ecstasy that remains just beyond my reach, yet just at the tips of my fingers. With her body trembling, she kept her determination to allow him to lead.. Raising her hand, she traced the scar above his eye.

King held steady and allowed her to explore the ragged line of scarred tissue along his eyebrow. He then lowered his hands and grabbed both of her ass cheeks.

Gulping at the sensation, it felt so possessive, so commanding. Mags had never taken to this kind of treatment from any man, but now it made her feel more empowered to be the woman she should’ve been all along.

He raised her up by using her ass to propel her to where he wanted her to be, just the way he did the day before at her house.

Her overly sensitive clit rubbed along his hard thighs, she gasped and knew she’d just bubbled moisture from between her legs. The ache there became a pulsing of need as King slid her gradually up and sinfully down. Oh…he knows what he’s doing. Throwing her head back with a moan, she knew he held her steady and she could even suspend herself upside down if she wanted to.

His hot mouth latched onto a nipple and he suckled, teasing her with his tongue, then nibbling her peak with his teeth.

Mags knew she would go insane with this. She’d never suffered with sensitive nipples and it’d never been a turn on. THIS? She could climax from too much of this. Her body jerked involuntarily as she knew she’d already lost the battle of staying sane. Just when she thought her body would convulse with an orgasm, he would stop and wait, then switch his oral assault to her other nipple. Timing her passion, molding her body like clay into his sensual work of art.

The water beaded down on them as their bodies slid against one another in a wet, steamy primal dance Mags had never stepped to before. With a warm pelting of moisture glazing their skin, she knew it was his mouth that would melt her to nothing. Not believing it possible, she realized she wanted him more than before. She refused to speak as her smart mouth as he called it might fuck this up for her, but she wanted badly to beg him for more, for him to take her, ravage her, but knew she probably couldn’t be comprehensible enough anyway.

King took it slow and easy with his exploration. The sensuous rhythm of his hot mouth moving over her skin went on to be thorough and torturously intoxicating. His lips and velvety tongue glided with precision along her neck back down to the hollow of her throat. Then he stopped to take a sweet nibble just behind her ear. Her eyes popped open when he slowed and explored the area and she shivered visibly, her body shaking like the wet leaf it was fast becoming. Abruptly, she realized he’d found a hot spot she never knew existed. Her thighs were clenching and her belly became even tighter with need.

How can he know my body so well? Better than I do even. Did he have a Mags manual? If he did, he must be writing it himself.

His hot breath slowly and succinctly spread along her wet skin, bathing her in excruciating heat and her panting grew louder in the shower stall.

He lifted her up and wrapped her shaky thighs around his waist. Looking into her eyes, he gave her that dazzling smile.

Mags thought she might pass out from such headiness and lust. No one ever made her weak or needy, no one ever forced her awake like this, and she stared at his face in awe.

“Talk to me,” King urged.

Mags couldn’t seem to swallow and her brain couldn’t seem to string any words together. Her voice had always been her defense in life, getting her what and to where she wanted to be. It stood in front of her looks as a sentinel to ensure she would get treated fairly. She willed it to come, but found it gone, it left, it just up and ran away.

“I love it when you speak, when you ramble on and on. The sound of your voice turns me on like nothing else has ever done. So sweet and compelling. Even when you’re telling me off. I love every bit of it.”

Struggling to clear her throat, she fought to calm her pounding heart and pulsing pussy. She opened her mouth to say—to—beg again for him to enter her, take her by wanton force if he wanted, pound her senseless till she passed out. Fuck her breathless like he’d said to her once.

He chuckled and set her away a little, peering down at her mound, he then raised those intense eyes back up to her spellbound gaze.

Mags felt his finger sliding between her folds as he instantly grazed her clit button. He never took his eyes from hers as he easily manipulated her overly sensitized button.

Her body seemed more relaxed suddenly then he flicked the tip of that strong finger right over her erected nub and she nearly jumped from his grasp. “OH!”

He slid his finger over and back repeatedly while he stared into her eyes. “Tell me again, what you want…”

Mags was getting wetter and fighting hyperventilation. She again opened her mouth, “Can’t—can…”

He grinned and stared at her lips. Then slowed his fingering and stopped altogether.

Oh, no! She panicked with the loss of it and squirmed in his grasp.

“Talk, Mags.”

He eyes widened at his use of her nickname. “I need—I want you.”

Nodding, he slipped his finger back down and held it over her labia, just glancing it over the spot where she wanted it most.

“Everywhere…”she whispered. “Doing everything to me.”

He slipped his finger back over her clit.

“Yes…” she breathed out, “Yesterday, all I could see in my crazed mind was you in me, on me, exploring every hole I own.”

He groaned as if that was exactly what he’d wanted to hear and he forcefully lifted her ass higher as he moved her body back to the shower wall.

Mags was on fire as she latched onto his lips and ravaged his sweet tasting mouth, she felt hungry beyond sanity. Needy…Greedy and unashamed. Reluctantly, she pulled her lips away. “Please King? Give me your cock—It’s what I want now, to feel you inside me—”

His hazel eyes nearly dilated with passion as he raised her up and opened her thighs.

Mags realized he held her up against the wall with ease, holding her body with one arm.

“Open yourself.”

Mags felt her body tighten with the forceful order. With shaky hands, she reached down and opened her folds.

His gaze locked onto her folds. “Beautiful.” His tongue swiped over his lip as though he were remembering what she tasted like. He carefully moved the tip of himself just at the opening.

She peeked down and could see that magnificent tool of pleasure, long thick and hard, yet it looked satiny smooth as it nudged just inside her entrance. “Unh…” the sound of need popped out of her and she gazed up at him.

King gave her a slow, deliberate teasing smile still acting as though he was in no hurry at all.

“Captain Bridges!” she nearly yelled. How can a man have such self control, such will when it came to sex? “God dammit! I’ve never wanted anyone or anything like this before, please!”

He gave her a smirk. “When I aim? I never miss.”

“Oh!” she let out a yell of frustration and pushed her pelvis forward sliding herself onto his length with full force.

King looked startled as her pussy swallowed his cock up.

Mags didn’t care, she loved his powerful nature, but her hunger won over her previous resolve to let him lead. Her moaning grew louder while she moved her hips forward and back as he filled her completely. She took the full brunt of his length even though she’d been unused to having anything inside of her for a very long time—it felt both painful and pleasurable while her mind exploded with pure bliss. “Ahhh!” she let out. “Oh, holy hell!” She could feel every ridge of it, every sweet powerful inch and she knew all it’d done was notch her up to the next level of lustful insanity.

His smile broadened. “I think I might like having target practice with you.”

Mags laughed breathlessly. “I never miss either…”

With a low growl, he grasped her hips and plunged into her, then pulled out almost all the way, then plunged upwards again.

Mags let out a scream of pleasure as the tip of him went all the way up, touching her deeply. Her body spun completely out of control, need consumed her, her mind went blank, except for King being the sole thought. All her focus, her self-delusions of power and sense of control fell away. She would do anything he asked, be anything he wanted. If she wasn’t on the edge of mindless ecstasy, trapped like a moth to this sexy flame? She might have run away like a screaming spineless coward like she had before.

He lifted her up and down over his hard length with slow powerful thrusts.

With this type of excellent fucking, Mags knew she wouldn’t last.

“Come with me,” he whispered softly.

Her body shuddered immediately, just like yesterday when he asked. Her back grew rigid as her belly clenched and she let out a helpless moan that had her gasping for air.

“Look at me.”

Her head dropped forward and her eyes locked with his as she panted like a wild animal. Every nerve in her body sparked and tingled while her breath hitched in her chest. Her skin must be glowing with pure sexual electricity. I bet I could light a whole fucking city!

Staring at her face and into her eyes, his body grew tense too. He let out a long groan that matched hers as if watching her climax had tipped him over the edge.

Her eyes widened as his cum shot up inside of her and the heat of it mixed with her ongoing orgasm. “We’re coming at the same—ohhh!” The overwhelming erotic feeling took her breath away as he tightened his hold on her ass cheeks, tugging her even tighter to his body.

Panting and gasping, she stiffened completely as her eyes remained trapped by his. Climbing ever higher as though she would float straight out into the atmosphere. I found my fire starter but now I may burn up upon reentry.

King held her close and steady as he finally closed his own eyes while his climax overtook him.

Mags tried to swallow her cries of ecstasy and suddenly she realized her nails were digging into his biceps and she stared at her hands. They were gripping each arm, her fingers grasping his hard shoulders. She hoped she hadn’t drawn blood with her nails.

His eyes opened and he stared at her as he slowly set her back down.

Her legs buckled completely.

King caught her with a chuckle.

“Whew!” she exclaimed loudly and with no shame at all. “Wow, fucking hot damn, wow!”

His eyes twinkled with amusement as he threw his head back and laughed openly.

For her, nothing could have been more of a cherry on top to all this delicious sexy cream. Oh yes, get used to feeling happy my King, because I intend to keep you that way.

His laughter slowed as he stared into her eyes. “You’re mine now. All the way. No turning back,” he stated.

Her smile fell away. “And that means…what?’

“Dammit Magdalena. What do I have to do? It means you’re coming with me. I know you’re a cop here, but… I need you with me. I want you with me. I think…” he paused.

Yes, yes! You think? You think what? Mags held still and stared at his face.

“I love you. Ok, I love you… you infuriating, sexy ass, smart mouthed woman.”

Blinking, she stared at him. “Well, that was contrary as all hell!”

King laughed as he grabbed her up and hugged her tightly to his wet warm body.