Page 18 of Tracked by Hound (Steel Rebels MC #5)

“I’m not stopping. So don’t make a sound and alert anyone to our presence,” he says before fastening his mouth over mine.

We lick into each other’s lips hungrily, and for the moment, it’s just the two of us in the world.

His free hand drops to my tits, squeezing them needily as he fingers me.

I whimper into the kiss as I tug desperately at his zipper and nearly tear it off in my urgency.

I reach in to fist his hard cock, jerking his thick shaft in my hand, using his precum to slick the move.

“Fuck, kitten, just like that!” he breathes into the kiss, groaning when my thumb brushes over his crown.

“Need to be inside you now! With a growl, he pulls out his finger and grabs my right thigh, hiking it to his hip as he aligns himself with my pulsing sex. “Take my cock inside of you.”

I whimper as he slides slowly into me. “So big,” I moan. Two years later, and the size of his girth still shocks me as much as it brings me pleasure.

“Missed you,” he grunts into my ear as he starts pumping into me, his hand clutching my thigh firmly as he takes me.

Hound pushes me up against the small gate, and it creaks as he pounds his cock into me, his thrusts brutal and a testament to the need that’s been building up for days.

I surrender to his touch, seeking pleasure and offering it in turn.

“Mine. Going to fill this pussy, plant a baby inside of you.”

My heart stutters at his words. “I’m off the pill.”

Hound makes a hoarse sound, and I feel his cock swell, stretching my walls as he thickens inside of me. “Fuck,” he growls, pounding into me like a mad man and robbing me of words. My mind fogs, and I lose track of time and place. He’s all I can see and feel.

He’s all I want.

A family. Kids and a home with a small garden.

Not unlike the one I was raised in. I want all that and more with this man.

Hound and I have been talking about moving out to our own place and growing our family, but we’ve grown attached to the community at the clubhouse.

Now, I feel we’re finally ready to make the move.

The thought fills me with warmth, and I tighten my hold on the man who stole my heart, letting him take and bring me pleasure. “I love you,” I choke out as I feel myself edging closer to an orgasm. “I love you so much!”

The climax tears through me, wrecking me in the process.

I bury my teeth into his shoulder as waves and waves of pleasure roll through me.

Hound keeps a firm grip on me, driving his cock into my pulsing sex with desperate thrusts before he follows with a barely muted bellow.

“Mine,” he growls into my skin as he pumps his cock into me, filling me with his warm seed.

I sigh contentedly even as I feel some of his release drip down my thigh.

His thrusts slow before he goes slack against me.

We stay locked in an embrace as we often do after making love, with his half-erect cock still pulsing inside of me. “Were you serious?” I ask, rubbing the back of his shoulder as we listen to the sounds of the night. “About getting me pregnant?”

“Of course. I would never joke about something like that,” he says, placing a kiss on my neck.

“It’s about time we started our own family.

When I get back, we’ll start looking for places.

Somewhere with a nice garden and better security to keep wayward cats and their misguided owners from damaging any more of your plants. ”

I chuckle, but something in his statement gives me pause. “Wait, you’re leaving again—”

“Sorry, I meant we’re leaving,” he says, pushing back to fix those gray eyes on me. “I spoke to Saint about taking a couple of weeks off. I figured we could use a trip. Just the two of us. Somewhere we can talk and start planning our family.”

I smile at him, nodding enthusiastically at his suggestion.

“We should probably get started on the family bit now,” I suggest, trailing a finger over his jaw.

My eyes widen in surprise when I feel him harden inside of me.

There is a wicked grin on his face as he leans down to kiss me, and there’s no helping it. “You’re insatiable.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Never.” I laugh, locking his mouth with mine in a searing kiss and letting him take me again, fill me with his promise of love, and then later, his seed. His breath is heavy against mine, heart beating rapidly in time with mine, and I realize that I’ll never stop wanting him.

Not in this life. Not in the next.

~The End

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All I want to do after a long day is go home and curl up on my couch with a bottle of wine and some trashy reality TV.

The last thing I ever expected to happen is to be kidnapped in a case of mistaken identity.

They thought I was the daughter of a notorious gang leader, a woman who sometimes visits my favorite resident.

They’re furious when they realize their mistake, but I’ve seen their faces, so I’m a liability.

Tied up alone in a dark, dirty room with no means of escape, I’m on the brink of losing hope when a giant of a man bursts in, promising me rescue and protection.

When I realize he’s a member of the Steel Rebels—the equally notorious motorcycle gang and my kidnappers’ greatest rivals—I decide to trust him.

The Steel Rebels welcome me with open arms and promises of protection and vengeance.

But the more time I spend at the clubhouse, the more I’m drawn to the quiet, enigmatic man who rescued me.

His unwavering attention makes me feel safe.

But I want more than his gaze. I want his touch. I want his everything.

Atlas Ever since I rescued her from that dirty little room, I’ve wanted Marie.

But she isn’t here of her own freewill. She’s here because she is in danger.

It would be wrong to take advantage of her vulnerability.

The last thing she needs right now is an overgrown brute like me invading her space.

I know what people think when they see me; it’s always the same.

They’re impressed by my size and muscular physique.

But one look at my brooding scowl sends them running.

I’m too big, too quiet, too introverted.

I love my MC brothers, but I prefer to spend my downtime alone with my cat and a book.

Marie is outgoing, sweet, and so young. She has her whole life ahead of her and deserves someone who can give her the world.

That man isn’t me, no matter how badly I want it to be.

I won’t let my dark nature dim her beautiful light.

I can look, but I can’t touch…until I do.

One touch, one taste is all it takes to have me questioning everything.

But is her desire merely fueled by her fear?

Once the danger is passed, will I be able to let her go?

Because a woman like Marie would never choose to stay with a man like me.