Page 11 of Her Possessive Biker (Savage Kings MC #2)

Holt

T he morning light slants through the cabin window, warm and soft, dust motes drifting like they’ve got nowhere else to be.

She’s still asleep.

Cassie.

Curled up in my bed like she was made for it, the sheet tangled around her hips, her cheek pressed into the pillow that smells like me. Her hair’s a mess. Freckles scattered over her bare shoulder like a constellation I’d fight wars for .

My chest aches just looking at her.

Last night...

Hell, I didn’t think I had it in me to lose control like that. Not with her. Not after everything. But she took it— took me —like she wasn’t afraid of any part of me. Not the roughness. Not the heat. Not the man who’s lived with blood on his hands for longer than he wants to admit.

She didn’t just let me have her.

She chose me .

Unrestrained. Raw.

And I’ve never been more gone in my life.

My hand itches to touch her again. To run over her waist, her ribs, her thighs—every inch I’ve memorized. But I don’t. Not yet. I just watch her breathe, steady and soft, and I swear it slows something in me I didn’t know was racing.

I never thought I’d deserve this. Her. This peace.

But I’ll bleed to keep it now.

I’ll kill for it.

The phone buzzes on the nightstand.

I snatch it fast so it won’t wake her.

Her brother. Ghost.

My whole body locks.

I slip out of bed, moving quiet, and step into the kitchen, shutting the door soft behind me. Thumb swipes the screen.

“Yeah.”

There’s a beat of silence, then a voice I haven’t heard in too damn long.

“Hey,” Caleb says. “Reaper.”

I rub a hand down my face. “Shit, Ghost. You alive?”

“Barely. Took a hit back in June. Leg’s still wrecked. Been radio silent till now, trying not to get you all dragged in.”

“Too late for that,” I mutter. “Cassie’s here. She’s safe, but… they came for her, Cal.”

His silence is heavy. Then, “Snake?”

“And Patch-Eye.”

A low curse. “Fuckers.”

“She was jumped on the trail. I got her out, brought her to the Black Crown. They took her again yesterday while I was handling club business. We got her back.” My jaw tightens. “But it was too close.”

“You stayed with her?” His voice is sharp now. “The whole time?”

“I didn’t leave her side. Not once. I promised you I’d protect her, Cal. I meant it.”

Another pause. This one longer. I pace toward the counter, gripping the edge like it’ll keep me steady.

“She’s strong. Brave. She’s been through hell. And she still looks at the world like it might be beautiful if you just give it a chance,” I say.

Caleb exhales. “Yeah. That’s my sister.”

“She’s my woman now,” I say roughly. “I love her.”

That’s when the line goes dead silent.

I wait. Pulse thudding in my ears.

Then—

“Well,” he says slowly, “guess you finally grew a pair and said it out loud. It was clear the moment I handed you her picture.”

I blink.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he goes on. “I’d love to threaten you. Say I’ll break your face if you hurt her. But I don’t think there’s a man alive more likely to burn the world down for her.”

My throat goes tight. “You’re not wrong.”

He’s quiet again, then lets out a long breath. “Good. Because I never had peace about anything until I heard her voice today.”

“She’s here,” I say. “You want to talk to her?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

I crack the bedroom door. She’s sitting up now, wrapped in the sheet, blinking at me like she’s still half in a dream.

“Hey,” I murmur, stepping in. “It’s Caleb.”

Her eyes go wide. “He’s okay?”

I nod. “Wants to talk to you.”

I hand her the phone and watch her grip it tight.

“Cal?” Her voice breaks. “Caleb?”

She curls forward, clutching the phone with both hands. Tears stream down her face before she’s even said two more words.

I sit at the edge of the bed, my hand on her back.

She sniffs. “I thought—I thought you were dead.”

“I’ll never leave you alone on this world. Reaper treating you right?”

“He looks like a sinner and swears like a devil, but he takes better care of me than anyone ever has. You should see him in the kitchen,” she says after a beat, laughing wetly.

I grin.

There’s more silence as they talk. Words I can’t hear. Things they need to say. But then she hands the phone back to me, blinking fast.

“He wants you again.”

I lift the phone. “Yeah?”

“I’m sending someone to the club,” Caleb says. “Friend of mine. Ex-military. Owes me big. He’ll help with whatever Snake and Patch-Eye think they’re planning next.”

I nod. “We’ll take it.”

“And Holt?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for not breaking your promise.”

I look at Cassie. At the fire in her eyes, the softness on her lips.

“I never had a choice.”