Page 8 of Her Feral Biker (Savage Kings MC #6)

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My jacket looked damn good on her. Too good. My hands still shook as she slipped the leather on over her torn dress. The boys helped clean up the mess I’d made of the back of her shop so it looked like we’d never been there at all until only Annalise, myself and Nomad were left.

“Does she know what that means?” he asked quietly, watching her wrap her arms around herself.

“No.” I finished cleaning the blades I’d ended three lives with, my hands still shaking slightly. I still wasn't fit to touch her, but I couldn't see any other way around it tonight. And there was no way in hell I’d let her ride on the back of another man’s bike.

Nomad nodded. “So you’re gonna take her back and what, let her sleep in your bed?”

I gritted my teeth. “Something like that.”

“You wanna?—”

“I really fucking don’t.” I turned on the older ex-member, looking his square in the face. “What I do with my woman is my business."

He nodded slowly. “As long as she is your woman, and you don't treat her like a club girl. Because that’s a scared little thing, right there. You understand that? She’s got no home, no support right now.”

“Which is why I was gonna take her back to the Crown,” I countered.

Nomad huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, and fuck her brains out the moment the door closes behind you,” he muttered.

I didn’t answer. He was right, but I wouldn’t admit it to myself. If I touched Annalise right now, I’d break my promise to be sweet with her, and I didn't want to hurt her, not after the night she’d had. While ever adrenaline from tonight still ripped through me, I wasn’t fit to be around.

Fuck, I was hardly human on my best days but after what happened tonight, seeing the way the Albanian tortured her, played with her before he intended to kill her? That riled me.

My blade slid through flesh faster than I’d expected. I read the fear in Prinze Kola’s eyes as he shot at me. His aim went wild, missing his intended target several times over as I moved closer to him before he ran and I made it to her.

Finally, Nomad backed away when I refused to give into his barbs.

I turned my attention back to Annalise. My jacket hung from her petite frame, way too oversized.

It ate her ruined dress, leaving her looking almost naked beneath it.

Blood roared through me at the sight of her in my jacket, standing there in the shadows like she belonged in club colors.

My fucking colors.

Blood decorated her face in tiny splotches. I swiped at one, then another, and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“You look pretty,” I murmured, untangling a snare in her hair.

She turned her head to look up at me. “Thank you,” she whispered.

I fucking broke inside. The way she looked at me, like no one had ever done anything like that for her before, actually looked after her, protected her…

Fuck, that I’d die a thousand times over and lay my soul at the feet of this woman for her to walk on it sliced me to pieces with every precious step.

“I can give you a place to sleep tonight, but it won’t be clean, and not what you’re used to.

” The admission stuck in my throat, but I pushed on.

“Tomorrow we can talk about somewhere more permanent. But tonight, after what you saw… princess, I need you to be careful. You’ll have to hold onto me for the ride back, but other than that you can’t touch me.

Not like you did before. Do you understand me?

” I was desperate for her to understand, but I fought to keep my voice smooth and low, so I wouldn’t frighten her any more than she already had been tonight.

She frowned at me. “Is it because I’m—” She gestured to herself.

I took in Annalise, her torn dress, my jacket draped around her body covered in cuts that he put there, and swallowed.

“No, it’s not because of that. But after I fight I’m not good with people.

If I touch you, if I kiss you, I’ll hurt you, and I don't want to do that.” I searched her eyes, pleading with her, begging her to see what I saw in myself.

The monster beneath.

Annalise watched me for a long moment. She nodded slowly. “I only want to be with you,” she said quietly. The same quiet voice that said she’d made a decision.

Then she stepped forward and pushed up onto her toes and pressed her mouth to mine.

I froze as her soft lips sighed against my mouth.

Sweet breath mingled with mine. Then my hand wrapped around hers, gripping her in an inescapable hold as I towed her along the small alley to the front of the row of shops and out to my bike.

Reaching for the back compartment I withdrew a helmet I’d bought for her, and held it out.

“This is yours,” I said roughly. “Put it on. You hold onto me, the whole way.”

She looked at me, and put the helmet on.

I helped with the clasp when she struggled, and made sure her hands held tight around my waist. I could barely focus on the road with her wrapped around me for the ride back to the Black Crown.

She let me help her off, still unspeaking when we arrived.

My knuckles trailed down her cheek, likely the only sweet gesture she’d get from me tonight, before I laced our hands together and strode away from the bikes, back through the bar.

I didn’t speak to anyone on my way through, making eye contact only with Reyna, knowing Nomad would have spoken to her already and to watch out for Annalise, make sure she was okay.

Some of the club girls called out, but I ignored them, too, especially when one made a ruckus about my woman wearing my jacket.

We reached my room out the back without any other incident and I pulled Annalise inside my spartan accommodation.

She looked around as I locked the door and stripped my shirt off.

My blood heated at the sight of her wearing my jacket, someone’s blood still sprayed across her skin.

I spun her about, gripping her torn dress and ripped it away from her body beneath my jacket.

She yelped, backing up a step, but I drove her back to the door, wearing only my jacket and her panties, pinning her to the scarred wood as I crashed our mouths together.

Her whimpers and mewls from my harsh kisses drove my need.

I shoved the edges of my jacket aside, desperate to touch her.

Cries turned to sighs as she arched for me.

Flesh filled my hands, her breasts soft and full.

Annalise met my brutal kisses head on. Her tongue slid alongside mine, not vying for dominance but submitting gently to my vicious lashings.

My cock strained at my leather pants, needing her.

I grabbed her hands and pressed them to me, rubbing her bruised palms over my hardness as I played with her.

“I read your fantasies, princess,” I growled against her mouth, reaching into my back pocket to press the envelope against the door beside her head as her hands trembled over my length, working me through my pants.

“And I’ve seen the sort of videos you watch on your phone. Filthy little thing, aren't you?”

I kissed her again before she could answer, letting the envelope I didn’t need any more flutter to the ground. My hand dropped between her breasts, over her stomach to circle over her clit, then lower. A nice little wet spot already formed on her white panties I swore she’d worn just for me.

“Are you gonna come for me like this, or do you want me to take these off you, too?”

“Off, please,” she managed, before my mouth crashed down over hers again. I had a hard talking after that, the vision of her kiss bitten lips too fucking tempting. I swore the taste of her was embedded inside me.

Hooking my fingers into the sides of her panties, I ripped them down until they dangled at her ankles, her feet as bare as they had been when I’d found her at the back of the shops. Somewhere tonight, she’d lost her shoes. That was alright. She looked sexier without them to me.

I pushed two fingers straight inside her, finding her tight hole soaked and slick.

Annalise’s moan left me on edge. She tossed her head to the side, but I caught her mouth with mine, needing to swallow her screams. Not that I gave a fuck if anyone heard us, I just needed those sounds for me.

Because I was a greedy bastard like that. Who my girl was belonged to me.

Her pretty cunt contracted around my fingers as I pumped my fingers inside her fast and rough enough to hear the slosh of her arousal.

Her eyes rolled back as she came for me.

Annalise screamed, the sound cut off as I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth.

She shivered on my fingers, liquid gushing over my hand to coat the insides of her thighs.

Heat flushed her chest and cheeks as she rode her pleasure out on my fingers.

“So fucking perfect,” I rasped.

She kicked her panties from her ankles as I hitched her legs around my waist, pulling my cock free. I jerked myself once and prayed I wouldn’t come too fast the moment I slammed inside her. She held herself still for me as I notched to her entrance.

“I’m not gonna be sweet, princess,” I warned her, leaning in to lick her bottom lip so she’d open for me.

“I want to feel you clench around my cock and cream all over my balls. If you’re good, I’ll let you lick your mess up later, okay?

” Filthy talk, humiliation and ownership were high on her tick list. I was happy to play that game as long as she was mine.

She moaned for me as I thrust balls deep into her perfect little pussy.

Hot walls gripped me, strangling my cock as I set a fast pace, rattling the walls and door of my room.

My hands slid up the inside of my jacket that she still wore, cupping her shoulder blades to keep her steady as I railed into her.

Annalise screamed into my shoulder, biting and clawing through the waves of pleasure that slammed her with every fresh orgasm until finally she sank into my chest, her hands limp around my neck. Her hips still rolled with every thrust, but her energy depleted.

“So fucking good for me.” I kissed her hard, knowing I bruised her mouth, and carried her to my bed.

“Take this off for now,” I murmured when she objected, peeling my jacket from her arms and draped it over the chair.

Then I flipped her on my cock, bending her low over my bed and dragged my thumb along her spine.

“Scream pretty into the mattress for me, princess.”

I set a punishing pace, enjoying the way her pussy contracted around my cock with every drag through her folds, the way her heat gushed for me.

She came again and again, her hips tilted up as I held her neck down into the soft bedding and rammed my hips into her ass until pressure built.

My balls and spine tingled. I leaned forward, licking a long line along her nape, pressing down on her shoulders.

“Fuck, I love you,” I rasped, sliding deeper than before. I coated her walls with my stain, knowing we couldn't go back after this and that my princess belonged only to me.

And that I belonged to her, too.