Ignite (Beneath the Blaze #2)

by Luna Mason

Look at you. Being such a good fuckin’ girl for Conan. Now, RUN. He’s got his mask on, and he’s ready for you…

“Relax for me.” Her voice is soothing, yet commanding, it gets me to exhale. She dabs the wound with antiseptic and… “Good boy.” My eyes snap open. Blood rushes south. “Am I?” I smirk. “Do I get a reward, Nurse Hallie?” Her cheeks flush. “I might have some stickers somewhere.”

“Good boy. You’re all done.” I swear he growls under his breath, and I squeeze my thighs.

“Okay. Picture this. We crash through the door, your legs wrapped around my waist. We’re tearing each other’s clothes off. I’m kissing the life out of you. You’re moaning in my mouth. We ignore him and his pathetic performance. We give them something to watch that’s far more exciting. Show him you do it better.”

“Hallie. I’m damn sure any man that walks this earth would never, ever turn down a kiss from you.” Her cheeks heat and she goes to turn away, but instead I grip her chin to keep her eyes on me. “It’s your turn to be a good girl and show this scumbag that he ain’t shit. Fuck him for disrespecting you.”

“Kiss me, trouble.” I loop my arms around his neck and drag him down. My mouth crashes against his. His tongue slips in, brushing mine, slow and deliberate. Holy shit. I feel everything I’ve been missing. Pure, raw electricity. His hand slides up my side, wrapping around my throat as he deepens the kiss.

“What happened to our ‘performance’? He can’t see us here,” I whisper. Conan’s hands frame my face, warm and wide. “That, darlin’, was our practice kiss. Just for us.”

“Come back to me, trouble. Fuck what Ben said. Fuck anyone who has ever made you doubt yourself. They ain’t worth it. You are so much more than they could ever be. You, Hallie, are a badass. You’re funny. You have impeccable taste in cars. You’re kind and caring. You are drop-dead fucking gorgeous. You made me hard while sticking a needle in my leg. You made me hard when you giggled. Do you need me to continue the list? Or can I just fuckin' kiss you now, for real this time?”

“Or do you want me to be a good boy and get down on my knees and beg for you?”

I’m holding back. Every muscle in my body is begging to snap. But I won’t. She needs this—control. Power. I want to be the one to give it back to her.

“There is nothing wrong with a woman feeding into her desires, trouble. Women having sex does not make them disgusting, or a whore, or anything else. We’re all human, we all have urges; men and women are no fucking different. So while it makes me hard as hell knowing you don’t do this often, I wouldn’t have given a shit either way. I just want you.”

“Get on those knees then, beastie.” Fuck. My heart damn near breaks through my ribs. I hold the counter for support, my thigh screaming, but I don’t care. Not one bit. This injury won’t ruin tonight. I’ll tear it back open before I give this up. She grabs my whiskey and tilts her head back, letting the liquid sit in her mouth. When her fingers run through my hair, my breath catches. But when she yanks my head back and spits that whiskey into my mouth⁠— Holy. Fucking. Shit. The burn of the whiskey hits, but it’s nothing compared to her. “Kiss. Me. Please,” I beg.

Next thing I know, I step beside him and my hand is on his ass. He licks his lips, smirking at me. I freeze. Did I just claim him in front of a room full of women by full-on ass-grabbing my not-even-boyfriend? Yes. Yes, I fucking did.

“I thought bossy Hallie was my favorite. But jealous Hallie, claiming me in front of a group of women? That takes the prize.”

“Another fighter lost to a woman, ey?” Grayson asks. “Maybe. I kind of hope so.” Jax taps me on the shoulder. “It’s the best loss you’ll ever have.”

“Are you scared of me?” he growls. “Or scared of what you feel for me? Because you know damn well I’d never hurt you. Does it matter who they think I am? The only version of me that matters, is the one I am with you.”

“You gonna tell me to stop?” I would. I’d stop. But God, I don’t want to. “Stop what?” I tighten my grip. “Me bending you over the hood and finally taking what’s mine.”

“What will you do if you catch me?” she asks, voice barely audible as she smooths her dress. “It’s not if. It’s when. It’s up to you to decide if you want to find out.” She chews the inside of her cheek. “Do I need a safe word?” A slow, dangerous smile spreads across my face. “You think a safe word will save you? Sure. Go ahead.”

“You know what? I don’t want one.” I lean back against the hood of her Shelby, arms crossed, waiting. “Good girl.”

“Yeah. I like that one better. I’ve been dreaming about tying you up and making you watch just how pretty I look sucking your big cock.” “Jesus fucking Christ, Hallie,”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, beastie? Being a good boy and letting me do whatever the hell I want to you.” I sink my teeth into her skin. “For some damn reason, yes. I want all of that. I don’t know what you’re doing to me, trouble. But don’t stop.”

“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs. “Fuck my face,” I correct him. He pulls back, searching my face with a sinister grin. “I’m going to fuck every hole of yours tonight. But this first round is all yours.” He steals one last kiss before stepping back. He leaves me breathless. He holds his hands up in the air, the room crackles around us. “Tell me what you want to do to me. Boss me around, baby. I’m all yours.”

“No touching, beastie. You be a good boy for me and just let me make you feel good.” He groans. “I-I don’t know if I can. Fuck. Hallie, I need you.” I bite his bottom lip and circle the tip of his dick with my thumb. “You lost. These are my rules. You break them, you leave.” His eyes fly open, almost in horror. “I’ll be good. I’m being good. I promise.” His voice is husky, making his accent thicker.

“If that’s how you want to claim me, do it. I don’t give a shit. I’m not interested in anyone else. Only you, Hallie. And I’m going to stare at those pictures of those pretty lips wrapped around my cock the second I wake up and every free moment I have in a day. That’s what you do to me.” All the breath is knocked from my lungs as he crashes his lips over mine. “But if you get to claim me, then I’m sure as fuck marking you as mine.”

“I thought you don’t do gentle?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “For you? I’ll do anything. Now close your eyes and relax,” I whisper against her lips.

“Baby, you just squirted all over my Bugatti.” He adjusts his crotch as I close my legs. “I—I did?” I croak. He leans in, grabs me by the neck, and kisses me. I can still taste myself on his lips. “Yeah. And that was the hottest damn sight I’ve ever witnessed. Shame I can’t ever clean my car again.”

“You’ll always be everything to me, Hallie. Even if you hate me for the rest of your life. I’ll love you until I die. You are my first and only love, trouble.”

“Say it,” I whisper. “I love you, Hallie. I didn’t realize you could feel a love like this before you. I love you. I love you.” This hurts. The ache in my chest nearly consumes me. “I love you, Conan. I’ve never stopped—how could I? You’re my soulmate. We will get you through this. And then you can tell me again. Every day.”

“Please tell me these are happy tears. Not ‘I’ve never wanted a kid and I want to run away’ tears.” I pull back and cup his face. “They’re ‘my life is finally falling into place and I’ve never been more in love in my life’ tears.”

“Conan,” she whispers, her voice catching. “Turn around, please, trouble.” She does, her hands flying to cover her mouth, tears already brimming in her eyes. “Hallie Morris,” I begin, my heart thundering, “will you please—God, I’m down on my knee begging you—please be my wife? Marry me?”

“Yes!” she cries. “Beastie—one hundred times, yes!” “Oh, thank God.” I brush my lips over hers, breathing her in. When I finally set her down, she’s smiling so wide her cheeks flush pink. “What happens now?” she asks quietly. “We get married,” I murmur against her temple, “we move in here, we have our baby…and we live happily ever after.”