Page 4 of Her Feral Biker (Savage Kings MC #6)

LAKE

“You knew I watched you.”

I caught her chin with my hand, tipping her face up to me. Bright eyes stared back at me, curious and devastated. All the things she’d experienced in the last forty-eight hours while I hadn't been there for her.

Because I hadn’t been there to scare away the monsters the way she’d relied on me.

Fury roiled in my gut.

“They would have come anyway.” The placating lie tumbled from her lips and settled between us, a bitter and filthy thing.

I bared my teeth. “I told you not to sass me, princess. That’s lost you a kiss. Turn back to face the glass.” My mouth ached to feel hers beneath mine, but that could come later. There would be plenty of laters .

“I don’t know your name. Or who you’re…with?” I sensed the frown in her tone as she turned away from me, and missed those pretty eyes straight away.

Hell, making her face the glass was as much a punishment for me as it seemed to be for her. But if I didn’t get myself under control soon, I wouldn’t end up fucking her against the shop wall.

I’d do it right here in the open.

“The Savage Kings. My name is Ti– Lake.” I changed tack mid sentence, unsure why I gave her my real name. A name I hadn’t used in years. It sat strangely on my tongue, but she didn't question my hesitation, nodding as she repeated my name, sealing it away for herself.

“Lake,” she whispered. “Now I have a name for the man who has protected me for so long.”

Fuck, the ground could have opened up and left me in free fall when she said that so softly. Reverently.

I kept one arm banded about her middle, though I doubted she was a flight risk anymore, and traced my fingertips in a line between her breasts to the lace at the neckline of her dress. Bare flesh met my fingers as I swished my hand back and forth across her pebbled skin.

“Did you answer me before when I asked if Mafia Boy touched you?” I asked softly.

She stiffened. “I told you, he’s not my?—”

“I know that. What I want to know is how slow I need to hurt him if he’s hurt you.”

“Oh. No. Apart from robbing me, he only put his hand on my arm.” She shuddered as though repulsed at the memory.

My arm around her middle tightened, and she leaned back into my embrace.

“No, he’s never physically hurt me. Just broke in, scared me, and threatened me.

Do those count?” she asked, hope lilting her voice.

I laughed softly, tracing across the swell of her breasts with my fingertips.

“They count,” I reassured her. “I’ll make it painful for him, princess.

When was the last time a man touched you?

” I asked to distract her, and let my fingers drift across the curve of her breast, thumbing her erect nipple through her dress and bra gently.

Just once, but enough to earn a soft ooh from her that sent blood rushing to my cock.

“Are you going to hurt him, too?” she challenged curiously, arching her shoulders back ever so slightly. I wondered if she knew she reacted to touch like that—my touch—and kept playing.

Hell, I wondered if she’d be able to come if I kept on teasing her that way. I circled her breast with the lightest touch, found the edge of her nipple and circled that too, but didn’t touch the tip again. She mewled softly, writhing in my arms.

“Fuck, princess,” I murmured. “Beg for me like that and we’re gonna be here all night.”

“I’m not?—”

“Tell me about the last boyfriend," I cut her off, keeping my touches gentle, my voice soft.

She trembled as I moved my hand to cup her other breast, thumbing open one button at the middle of her dress, then another. Her bra was lace, and tied in the middle. My breaths came heavier, and my own control frayed as her dress splayed apart for me.

Her hands came off the glass, but I tapped them back into place.

“Tell me, princess,” I murmured. “What did you do with your last boyfriend?"

“He—it was ages ago. Over a year. A lawyer a few towns over,” she said in a stronger voice, like his career was another challenge. As though she thought I might give a fuck.

I didn’t.

“Did he touch you like this?” I grazed my lips across her temple, and tugged her dress open at the front, baring her lace covered breasts to the darkened street. “Did you play?”

Her hollow laugh said everything, but I let her talk as I tugged on the ribbon holding her bra together in the middle. The cream lace cupped her small breasts prettily, and I wondered how she’d react in a moment.

“He took me out to expensive restaurants and galas that my father approved of. Then we’d go back to his place and he’d talk about his work while I fell asleep on his sofa.

I’d go home the next day.” She shrugged, then gasped as I traced her nipples through the lace, looking down for the first time. “Lake?”

My name on her lips with that question felt like a prayer.

“Yeah, princess?” I tugged on the ribbon a little harder. Her bra fell apart, freeing her breasts. I swept the pieces of fabric aside before she could argue. “He never took you to bed?”

“N–no. Though I have, with another boyfriend.”

I growled. “Let’s stick to one man I want to maim alright, princess?” I stroked her flesh as she gasped for me. “He never made out with you on the sofa?” What sort of man didn't do that with a girl this pretty? I toyed with her breasts, leaving the nipples untouched as she clawed at the window.

“No,” Annalise whispered.

I tapped her feet apart, just a little, and she didn’t object. My arm unwound from her waist as I toyed with both her breasts, working their way forward to milk her nipples gently. So, so fucking gently.

“Are you telling me that you had a man who would take you out, talk about himself, and not even fucking kiss you?” I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, keeping my movements slow.

“Look out the window, princess. Next time we do this, you won’t wear a bra.

And I want your nicest, white panties on. ”

She tipped her head back onto my shoulder, panting. “Why don’t you check?”

I stared down at her heavy lidded eyes, her parted soft pink lips, and I knew I was fucked.

Never stopping my gentle torture on her breasts, I covered her mouth with mine, sliding my tongue across her lips.

Breath between us hitched. Hers or mine, I had no idea.

Her heart beat beneath my hand, hard and fast despite my slow caresses.

The way she reacted was fucking addictive.

She touched the tip of her tongue to mine.

I slid inside on a low groan, tasting her.

Apple and something sweet, like pear.

Pushing my tongue into her mouth, I thrust slow and gentle, letting her get used to me.

Her own sounds and breaths came faster as she writhed beneath my kisses.

Tiny tremors became harder shakes. Seconds before she came, I wrenched one hand away from her breast to pull her dress up, cupping her mound in time to feel her pussy flood with heat.

Annalise cried out into my mouth. A soft, illicit mewl that left me on edge.

Gently squeezing her sex, I looked down to see the outline of white panties beneath my hand.

My cock strained in my pants. I ached to push her against the glass and lick her through the cotton, but tonight was about getting to know each other, and we’d already exceeded the boundaries I’d set in my head.

Easing my hand away from her gushing pussy, I pulled her dress back down and reached around, tying her lacy bra back together.

She said nothing as I fixed the buttons on her dress, doing them up one by one, but let me kiss her the whole time.

Her soft tongue stroked mine gently. She didn’t try to take over, but submitted beautifully to everything I needed.

It wasn’t until I straightened the straps on her dress that what she was doing hit me.

My hand circled her throat gently, not taking away her air, just there. “Are you letting me play with you so that I’ll stop your other boyfriend from coming around and hurting you?”

She blinked up at me. “N-no, Lake.”

Her body still trembled in my arms from the force of her orgasm, and those kiss bitten lips begged to be used in a hundred other ways, each one filthier than the next.

Knowing I was signing myself up for a world of hurt, I leaned down and kissed her again. “You stay like this, right here, until you see me leave. I’m gonna lock the door behind me. Are you sleeping here tonight?” She nodded. My chest tightened. “Do you want me to stay?"

Annalise shook her head. “I’ll be alright.”

I glanced over my shoulder, rubbing my thumb across the fluttering pulse point at her throat. “What the hell are you sleeping on, princess?”

She shrugged, and I had my answer.

“Fuck this. I’m taking you home.”

A minute later she sat on the back of my bike, her arms wrapped around my waist. I didn’t have a spare helmet because no one else ever rode with me, but after this I promised I’d get one.

“Hold on tight, princess.”

We flew across town, and it only took a few minutes to reach the block where she lived with her father.

Part of me wished the ride was longer as I pulled up a little back from the front door, giving her time to walk in like she usually did.

I had the sense that she didn’t like living at the house any more than I understood her reasons, but hell, we all did things in life that we didn’t like.

“Thank you.” She surprised me, pushing up to press her lips to my cheek.

Without thinking about it, I grabbed her waist and pulled her around onto my lap.

Her legs straddled me so we sat face to face in the darkness.

Even though we could barely see each other, she studied me all the same.

Her hands rose, resting on my chest beneath my leather jacket bearing my Savage Kings patch.

Her touch was sweet as she traced over my shoulders beneath the jacket, then up a little, running her fingers across my beard, the silver beads woven into the braids there that one of the Kings’ old lady’s offsprings liked to do.

She enjoyed the process it, so I let her, and it became a regular thing.

Annalise’s hands traced over my face, the long scar that sliced my skin from my eye to my jaw.

“I’m not a pretty man, princess,” I warned her, resting my hands on her waist to make sure she didn’t fall off my bike.

Her curves filled my palms perfectly, her dress riding up just enough to give me a tantalizing view of her thighs and a glimpse of her ruined white panties beneath.

“No, you’re not,” she considered, tilting her head to one side. “But you are a safe one, and you seem to be interested in me.”

I squeezed her waist. “You should get inside before my interest becomes a hell of a lot more. I don’t play by all the same societal rules you’re used to, Annalise,” I said softly.

“I don’t care about what other people think.

I do care if you’re safe, whether your shop door is locked, and if I’m not there when you need me. Do you understand?”

She stared straight at me, then leaned in and pressed her mouth to mine. “What if I’m sick of all the rules too?”

I growled softly. “You say that now. But what if your customers hate that you’re with a man like me, princess? Your father won’t approve. I keep my relationships separate. Out of the view of everyone. That way no one gets hurt.”

She froze and leaned back, her actions careful. “Does that mean you have other girls at the– the—” She frowned, thinking it through. “Club?”

“There are club girls,” I acknowledged, “And it’s expected that if you’re not with someone else that you’ll make use of them. But if I’m with you, princess, then I won’t touch another woman until you say we’re done. Is that clear? It’s your choice.” I caught her chin, holding her gaze.

Breath slipped from her, and she closed her eyes. “Thank you.”

Pressure built around my lungs. “He cheated on you, didn’t he? The boyfriend who talked but never touched you.”

She nodded, and it was enough. I wrapped her in my arms, holding her tight.

“Not with me, princess. I watch you, and you alone.”

I could have sworn she smiled against my chest.

Annalise lifted her mouth to mine and I kissed her deep and long until the taste of her seared into my senses. Knowing I couldn't keep her, I helped her off my bike and watched her walk up the path to her father’s house. For once I didn't leave, not until she turned on her light in a room upstairs.

Not until she turned that same light off, and the curtains opened.

Then my little obsession stripped for me in the darkness.

I could just make out the shape of her and not much else as she pulled off her dress, letting it drop to the floor, then that damn ribbon and lace bra.

Finally she stepped out of those wet little panties, leaving me breathless.

I sat and waited as she dressed again in something white and long. Annalise stood in the window for a long time, watching me watch her. Then she turned away, and left me alone.

I kicked my bike to life, knowing I’d wake her neighborhood. My mind briefly wondered if she cared as I drove away, planning how I’d rip the Albanian mafia heir apart when I found him for threatening the prettiest, sweetest thing that I never should have touched in my world.