Sting (Iron Tzars MC #1) Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Iron Tzars MC Series by Marteeka Karland
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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“Talk to me, hellcat. Tell me what to do. Am I scaring you? Do we need to stop?” I was alarmed now. I never wanted to scare her. Not for any reason.

“Don’t you dare stop! Don’t you fucking dare!” She tunneled her fingers through my hair and gripped. Hard. The pressure on my scalp told me she might have pulled more than a few strands of hair loose. Instead of pushing me away, she pulled me closer, holding me to her breast. I wanted to chuckle, but I was so relieved all I could do was latch on and suck.

“I need something, Aiden. But I don’t know what it is!”

“I got you, baby. You keep expressin’ yourself any way you can. You figure out what you want me to do, say so. Otherwise, I’m listenin’ to your sweet cries to guide me.”

Iris seemed to shiver continually as she writhed beneath me. She said she’d never been kissed before. That meant it was doubtful she’d ever been touched by a man in a sexual manner. Which meant every sensation she felt now was sharp, something her body had never before experienced. Which meant she would be on sensory overload soon. If she wasn’t already. That was where I wanted her. Madness.

After lavishing attention on both breasts, I kissed my way down her body. At first, she resisted, tugging my hair to get me back on her tits. When I trailed my lips down her belly, though, she froze. Her hand was still in my hair, but she let me move without resistance.

“What are you doing?” She’d started to hyperventilate again. Her panties were still on, so I had to peel them off her.

I sat up long enough to slide them down her shapely thighs. I started to toss the panties to the floor but paused, holding the simple lace undergarment in my hand, and stared at it. The compulsion couldn’t be fought, so I brought it to my nose and inhaled. Her sharp, musky scent sent a punch of lust to my dick. There was no fucking way I was gonna last.

She stilled when I looked back at her. She was like a wild little deer, afraid of the headlights but afraid to move out of the way. I knew I needed to tone it down. Hard as it was. If she feared this act between us, she’d never recover from it.

“I’m good, hellcat.” My voice betrayed me. I really wasn’t good. I was on fucking fire! “I swear I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I know. Just… what comes next? Are you… are you gonna fuck me now?”

“Not yet, baby. And I already told you. This ain’t fuckin’. I’m gonna take it nice and slow. Until I can’t. So you have to tell me to ease up if I get too rough. I’m gonna fuckin’ make love to you. Even if it fuckin’ kills me!” I knew I sounded more harsh than sexy, but she didn’t seem to mind. She smiled one of those beautiful, perfect, brilliant smiles of hers. I hadn’t seen many, and none like this.

“I will. Just give me a warning before you, uh, you know. Put it inside me.”

“Ain’t gonna sneak up on ya, honey. Like I said. I refuse to hurt you.”

“I’ve never had sex before, Aiden. Isn’t it supposed to hurt the first time?”

“Honey, I’m a guy. I got no clue. But I refuse to believe I can’t keep you from hurting if I take my time and go as slow as I’m able. You’re worth any extra effort. Besides,” I grinned at her, “Takin’ my time prolongs my pleasure too. Now. You ready for me to keep goin’?”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve been ready this whole time! What the fuck, Sting?” Her brow furrowed in indignant confusion, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I loved that she called me Aiden. This reversion to my road name made her all the more priceless.

“My God, what a fuckin’ life we’re gonna have together, hellcat.” That made her whimper. I loved that she wasn’t in control of her emotions. She was all over the place. The predominant mood seemed to be frustration and lust, but there was a healthy dose of need and vulnerability. I thought there might be a hint of something else too. Maybe she felt more for me than she was willing to admit. I’d get her there.

I kissed the tender flesh above her mound. A downy thatch of dark curls tickled my chin. Good. Because I doubted she could handle this without some kind of buffer. She was already on the edge. “I love how responsive you are, hellcat. You keep giving me that, and we’ll have a fuckin’ blast.”

When I lowered my head farther, swiping my tongue through her folds, two things happened. First, Iris came unglued. She screamed and bucked, unable to decide if she liked it or not judging by the way she moved. She’d try to get away from me, then grip my hair and pull me back to her. She was a fucking wild thing under me! Second, I lost my Goddamned mind. Her sweet taste, the musky scent of her arousal combined with her uninhibited reactions set off every Alpha instinct in me. I wanted her writhing just like she was, but I had a primal need to hold her still for whatever I wanted to give her.


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