BLOOD WILL BE SHED…
The ghosts of Donovan “Blade” Brookes’ life are closing in on him.
Hardened by an abusive childhood and haunted by the murder of his fiancé, Blade struggles against the dark forces threatening to consume him. When he helps Layla Reed in her hour of need, he has no idea she will be the light to his darkness. As they spend more time together, he is powerless to fight his desire for her. Powerless to fight his need for her. However, as his feelings deepen, he pushes her away, reluctant to drag her into his world. With enemies coming at him from all directions, Storm MC needing his help to fight off a rival, and his father still causing him grief, Blade needs the love of a good woman now more than ever. Can Layla push Blade to the edge and get him to admit to both of them what he wants? Or will the darkness pull him under once and for all?
What can I say besides I freaking LOVE THIS SERIES! Blade you are one dangerous, sexy, alpha male with demons that are a part of you that at times they define you. When we first met Blade, we knew that he wasn’t going to be your typical bad boy, no, you could tell from the first time you meet him that he was going to be a game changer and that my fellow readers is a hell of an understatement. There is so much more to Blade, including the fact that he still holds the death of his fiancé in his heart and soul and blames himself. He doesn’t ever want to get close to someone like that again, but when he gets a taste of Layla, his foundation isn’t just cracked, it is broken and he doesn’t know how to feel about that.
Layla, she is a ball crushing (not even busting but crushing) bitch. She is a smart ass, feisty, protective and exactly what Blade needs. She is not shy or weak, nope she is strong and has her own mind. She wants to know Blade’s demons and doesn’t run scared when she learns just who Blade is. Like I said, the perfect fit in every way for Blade.
Slay, is different than the other Storm series books only in the fact that Blade is not a part of Storm, but at the same time is linked to them because of his father, and his half brother and sister. Don’t let the fact that he isn’t knee deep in the Storm MC make you not want to read it, because if you miss this book you will miss out on a damn good read. One that is emotional, sexy as hell, is gritty and at times makes you want to scream both in frustration and to thank the lord. Each book in this series, for me at least, has gotten better and better. I am totally hooked and there are still more books to come (YES!). Make sure if for some reason that you haven’t read this series yet to read them in order, because the books are connected and ongoing.
I remained silent and waited to see how far he’d take this. When his hand moved up the inside of my thigh and under my skirt, I parted my legs and rested my head against the seat, closing my eyes. He kept going until he reached my panties. A moment later, I moaned as he pushed his finger inside me and went deep, massaging me at the same time as his thumb played with my clit. My hands gripped the car seat, and I held on tight. The pleasure from Donovan’s fingers was intense and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he’d make me come.
“God, your fingers . . . ” My voice trailed off and he pushed harder inside me.
“Fuck, baby, you got any idea how fucking turned on I am right now? You’re so fucking ready for my cock,” he groaned and I could hear his hunger for me.
I reached across and placed my hand on his dick. He wasn’t joking when he said he was turned on. My eyes flew open, and I pushed his hand away from me and sat up straight. I looked out the window and realised we weren’t far from his place. “Take me to your house,” I said.
He frowned. “Why’d you stop me? I nearly had you there.”
“Because I want you to fuck it out of me,” I answered him and prodded his arm. “Turn here for your house. It’s closer than mine.”
“You need to get back for work tonight.”
“Baby, what I need is your cock, so turn the damn car and get me to your place. We can sort work out after you’ve fucked me.”
“Fuck,” he growled as he turned the car, “I hope you’re ready for this.”
Donovan pretty much yanked me from his car and into his house. I’d fallen in love with his home the first time I’d visited. It was very masculine, in grey and black tones. Very Donovan. Today I hardly had a chance to notice it as he dragged me through it and into his bedroom. Fuck, I loved it when he was like this: demanding and bossy as hell.
Donovan’s intensity attracted me to him even before he’d rescued me that night. I’d watched him for a long time, and while I found him a little scary, I’d wanted to know how that intensity would translate in the bedroom. And now I knew – it was hot, and it made me crave his touch like I’d never craved a man’s touch before.
He got me into his bedroom, pushed me up against the wall, and shoved his hand straight up my skirt, and into my panties.
His eyes blazed with desire as he growled, “I know you want my dick, but I need to feel you first.”
I grabbed his face with both hands. “Make it quick,” I demanded before pulling his lips to mine.
His fingers pushed inside, and he grunted something unintelligible into my mouth as he kissed and fingered me. I let his face go so I could reach down and hike my skirt up around my waist. Then I wrapped one of my legs around him, and tilted my pussy forward so his fingers could go deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as his fingers brought me so much pleasure. It was too much. I needed his cock now, so I pushed him away.
He knew what I wanted and began tearing off my clothes. Once he had me naked, he stripped himself while I stood and enjoyed the show. Then he picked me up and deposited me on the bed before moving on top of me.
“One day soon, I’m gonna get fucking creative with you, but for the moment, I just need to get inside you and fuck you,” he said as his cock entered me.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him and moved with him. “I don’t need creative, Donovan. I just need you.”
He pulled out and thrust in again. Over and over, he repeated this and kept up a slow, torturous pace.
His eyes were focused on mine.
As if this was his way of communicating with me.
And I felt that; I felt what he wasn’t saying.
It seemed like he fucked me for an eternity. He brought me close, then backed off, then repeated this over and over. By the time I came, I was in a delirious state of bliss. My body was not my own anymore, it was Donovan’s, and I simply moved with him while he skilfully controlled me.
My eyes were shut, and my mind and body lit up with the pleasure from my orgasm. I screamed out Donovan’s name at almost the same time that his body tensed and he roared with his release.
I clung to him tightly as the last drops of pleasure rushed through me, until I eventually let go, and murmured, “You sure know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
He stared at me for a couple of beats before saying, “It’s you, baby.”
“What’s me?” I was still half delirious from the orgasm, but I sensed something in his words and struggled to fight through the haze to grasp what he was saying.
“You bring it out of me. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but I’ve never felt it like this before.” He paused for a second before adding, quite firmly, “Never.”
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