UNLEASH ME: SAVAGE BEAST MC 4 Read online

  “When you get me, what happens then?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

  He tilts his head to the side, his fingers still gripping my throat. He leans forward, his mouth hovering above my own.

  “Anything I want to happen, anywhere I want it.”

  “My feelings, my needs, my wants and desires be damned?” I ask.

  His fingers squeeze my neck a little tighter, and I reach up, wrapping my own around his wrist and attempt to break his hold and tug his hand away from me. I dig my nails into his skin, but he doesn’t even flinch. He’s so strong, just like all of the men here, one of the things that I love about them, except not so much in this moment.

  He leans forward, his lips so close to mine that I can practically taste him. “Yeah, Della. Your shit, be goddamn damned. I want you for myself and I’m going to take you. Just you wait and fucking see,” he roars, pushing off of me and thankfully releasing my neck.

  He takes a couple steps back and after I’ve caught my breath, I narrow my eyes on him. “Fuck you,” I yell. “Fuck you, Jaguar.”

  Without another word, I turn my back to him and walk out the back of the clubhouse. I don’t bother stopping the door from slamming behind me, in fact, I welcome the loud thump. It’s only then that I can take in a complete deep breath.

  “He’s fallen for you,” Eagle announces.

  Spinning around, I look at the man across from me. He’s sitting on the edge of the gutter that surrounds the back of the building. I don’t know why it’s there, but I’ve tripped on it more than once after a night of drinking.

  He has a cigarette dangling from his fingertips. Inhaling, I smirk when I realize it isn’t a nicotine cigarette. Walking over to him, I sink down next to him and reach for the smoke. He chuckles, nudging me with his elbow.

  “Didn’t know you could hear us way out here,” I murmur after I’ve inhaled the smoke and pass it back to him.

  He grunts. “Heard you in there, needed to get away from that shit, so I came out here.”

  “Sorry I killed your buzz,” I whisper.

  There’s a moment of silence and Eagle, the man who I’ve discovered never misses anything, slowly stands to his feet. I watch as he digs another blunt out of his pocket and tosses it toward me, along with a lighter.

  I catch both before lifting my gaze up to his. He’s so tall, commanding and also so quiet that I forget he even exists sometimes. He’s sexy, long and lean, his hair buzzed short. He’s covered in colorful tattoos, so many that I haven’t even seen them all. I want to though, I want to run my tongue over them all, even the ones on his face.

  “You didn’t kill nothin’, nena. If you only fuckin’ knew.”

  He doesn’t elaborate and I’m too exhausted to try and figure out what he means by that. Lighting the joint that he gave me, I watch his retreating form, his ass particularly.

  Eagle is one of the men that I haven’t slept with, one of the few. I don’t know what that means for him, but for me, it makes me want him even more. He seems so unaffected by me, so nonchalant, then he says what he does and it makes me wonder if there’s something else there that I’m missing or he isn’t showing me.

  I can’t deny that I’m extremely attracted to him though. Probably because he shows zero interest in me, or so he plays it that way.

  * * *

  TWO WEEKS LATER

  JAGUAR

  “I’m pregnant.”

  Her words cause my entire body to freeze. My eyes widen and I can’t help it. My lips twitch into a small smile. She takes a step back from me, but I don’t allow her to go far. Reaching out, I wrap my hand around her hip, my fingers tightening as I tug her against my chest.

  She falls forward, placing her palms on my chest as her head tilts back and those blue eyes I’ve fallen for drink me in. Lifting my hand, I wrap it around the side of her neck, squeezing her as she flinches in my grasp.

  “It’s mine?” I ask, refusing to let her go.

  Her eyes never leave mine, they stay glued and she bites the corner of her lip. Her white teeth sinking into the flesh of her plump bottom lip.

  “I don’t know,” she says.

  My fingers flex, then fall away from her neck, but I keep my fingers firmly grasping her hip. “I got you, baby. Both of you. I’m gonna brand you, make you mine, keep you.”

  “No,” she chokes.

  Pulling her closer to me, grinding my jean covered hard cock against her belly, I tip my chin even more, my lips touching her nose. “You don’t realize the offer I’m giving you, baby. Don’t care whose it is. You’re both mine. I’m going to take care of you,” I rasp.

  Her body is still in my grasp, but she’ll realize this is the best offer she could ever get, and me? I’m finally going to get what I’ve been wanting, her. All of her for myself. Never being forced to share her again with another man. I can’t fucking wait.

  “It might not be yours, it could be a few others’…” she begins.

  Refusing to listen to another word, I lean forward and crush her mouth with my own. She gasps, so I slide my tongue inside of her, tasting her. Mine. That’s what she is now. All mine. Groaning, I slide my hands down her hips, grabbing her ass and pulling her even closer to my own body.

  I know the moment that she’s given in to her body’s desires. Her sweet fucking addiction that I love so much. She lets out a long moan, her hands finding my shoulders with a whimper escaping from the back of her throat. Walking her backward, I continue to fuck her mouth with my tongue.

  Once her back hits the wall, I lean down, wrapping my hands around the backs of her thighs and pick her up, pressing her against the concrete wall. Della lifts her legs, wrapping them around my hips as her hands dive between us and I feel her unbutton my jeans.

  When she shoves them down over my hips, her fingers wrap around my cock. I groan as she expertly strokes me. Once, twice, three times before she then guides my dick toward her wet center.

  “No panties?” I ask as my lips travel down her neck.

  She hums but doesn’t speak. Pinching my eyes closed, I let out a long exhale as I dive inside her wet heat. Fuck, she always feels so damn good. Groaning, I freeze, buried deep inside of her, my mouth touching the side of her neck. Knowing that everything is changing from this moment on.

  “You’re mine, Della. You don’t have a fucking choice,” I rasp against her neck.

  She growls, but doesn’t respond to my demand. “Fuck me,” she barks. “Hard.”

  I do just that.

  I fuck her against the wall, in the clubhouse common area. I make her scream as her cunt squeezes me and I fill her with my cum. She’s mine. I don’t care whose baby is growing inside of her… it’s mine now.

  She’s mine.

  All of her.

  * * *

  ONE WEEK LATER

  DELLA

  Lifting my hand, I rap my knuckle on the door as I glance from side-to-side. I don’t want Jaguar to see me go into Dragon’s office. He has been suffocating me for the past week. I’m surprised he’s nowhere to be found right now, I haven’t had five minutes to myself, to breathe or even go to the bathroom without him hovering over me. He holds onto me, bruisingly, every second of every day.

  “C’mon in,” Dragon calls.

  Slipping into the room, I quickly close the door behind me. I debate on locking it, but ultimately decide not to. Dragon lifts his gaze to meet mine, his eyes narrowing slightly. He probably thinks that I’m here to seduce him, little does he know that it’s the last thing on my mind. For the first time in years, sex isn’t even anywhere close to the forefront of my thoughts.

  He already knows I’m pregnant, already knows that it’s not his. Something he physically relaxed at the knowledge of. I don’t blame him, he’s got a good woman at his side and having a baby with a whore like me would fuck all that up. He also knows that it’s either Mountain or Jaguar’s, but he doesn’t know why I’m here.

  I want out.

  I’m willing to beg. I’m wi
lling to do whatever he wants, but what I’m not willing to be is Jaguar’s whore. I don’t want to be his property. Not now, not ever.

  Once I thought that I would want to settle down with one of these men, sometime in the future, and maybe if it were someone other than Jag, I would still feel the same, but I can’t be with him.

  He wants too much of me. He wants to crush me, keep me beneath him, chain me up and keep me on a leash. He doesn’t want a partner. He wants a slave. Although, many would think that being his branded whore would be quite a deal for a clubwhore like me. It isn’t for me. Not with him.

  “I think I want to go back to my parents,” I whisper. I hate saying the words aloud, because going back to my mother’s home is a nightmare in and of itself.

  He flinches as he stands to his feet. “Why?” he asks.

  I expect his tone to be angry, it’s not, it’s calm and soft—concerned. His woman, Bellarosa, she’s done that to him, made him a softer man. I like her a hell of a lot and not just because Dragon is gentler. He’s calmer and at peace now too, but I like her because she’s made him happy. I wish that I could be as happy as he is, but I don’t think that it’s in the cards for me.

  “Jaguar is suffocating me,” I admit.

  “You don’t want to be his Old Lady?” he asks.

  Lifting my gaze to his, I shake my head once as my eyes fill with tears. “He doesn’t want an Old lady, Dragon.”

  His brows furrow, but he doesn’t even have to ask me, because I already know what his question is. Jaguar acts like he wants me, needs me to be his Old Lady, but he doesn’t.

  “He wants to own me, just so that he can. He doesn’t love me. Maybe he has some kind of affection for me, but Drago, all he wants to do is angry fuck me and control me.” Inhaling a deep breath, I let it out before I continue. “I don’t mind a little of that,” I admit with a grin. “But the way he does it, it’s not in fun or with love, it’s with a need to have power over me. I don’t want to live like that. I shouldn’t have to be controlled that way.”

  “Your parents are the same though, no?”

  I nod. “They are, but I don’t know where else to go.”

  “Being with them is better than with him,” he states. It’s not a question, it’s a statement.

  “I would rather be here with all of you. You’re more of a family than I’ve ever had before, but I can’t, not with Jag. He won’t let me go, either. The longer this goes on between us, the worse it feels. I can’t bring a baby into a life like that.”

  Dragon opens his arms and I immediately crash into his body, wrapping my own arms around his waist and burying my head against his chest as my tears fall.

  “You always have a place here, Della. Forget the clubwhore shit, you’re just one of us, now. You’re free to come and go. If you want to go, you can come back at any time, but know this, you’re free,” he murmurs against the top of my head.

  “Thank you,” I whimper just as I hear the door to his office open.

  Turning my head, I open my eyes. “Bellarosa,” I whisper at the sight of Dragon’s Old Lady in the doorway. She doesn’t respond, but her body is stiff and still. Taking a step back, I release my hold on Dragon. “I’ll just, I’ll go,” I whisper.

  I rush past them, my hair flying behind me as I run toward my room. Without a second thought, I quickly pack my bags. I hate thinking that I’ll be going back into my parents’ suffocating home, but staying here with Jaguar, feeling him crush me from the inside out, that’s a much worse fate.

  Mountain is standing by his bike as I make my way outside. He lifts his chin toward me. I haven’t talked to him since I told him that the baby I’m carrying could be his. He knows that Jaguar has made his claim on me and he’s kept his distance, no doubt gladly. Plus, we’re friends and he’s a great lay, nothing else.

  “Can you take me to Dallas?” I ask.

  He blinks, pushing off of his bike. “Babe.”

  “Dragon said that I could go back home. He said I was free to do as I pleased and I want to leave.”

  Mountain reaches toward me, placing his palm against my belly. His eyes shift from my stomach to meet my gaze. “You really don’t know who it belongs to?” he asks, and for the first time he looks a little sad at that fact.

  Shaking my head, I inhale a deep breath. “I really don’t. I hope it’s yours,” I rasp.

  “So I’ll do right by you? Making Jag and his obsession with you a moot point?” he asks.

  Laughing softly, I shake my head. “It’s already a moot point. I don’t want him, I don’t want his obsession,” I whisper.

  He snorts. “You aren’t going to get rid of him by running, babe.”

  “I know,” I sigh.

  “I’ll take you home on one condition.”

  “Yeah?”

  “You need me, you call me. Love my brother, but anyone with eyes can see what he’s got goin’ on inside his head when it comes to you ain’t healthy, for either of you.”

  “Thank you, Mountain.”

  He smirks. “Climb on the back, babe.”

  Without another word, I climb on the back of his bike, my backpack strapped to my back. Mountain takes me to my parents, away from the place that I consider my real home. Away from the only true friends I’ve ever had. Away from everyone I love and care about.

  Mile-by-mile my heart aches more and more until my entire body just turns numb.

  Chapter One

  JAGUAR

  I slam my hand against Dragon’s desk. He slowly lifts his gaze to me and tilts his head to the side, showing me absolutely fucking nothing. With a growl, I lean down a bit farther so that we’re eye to eye. Still, the man shows me absolutely nothing.

  “Where the fuck is she?” I demand.

  He shakes his head once. “Doesn’t matter. She had my permission to leave, that’s all you need to know.”

  I snort. “Fuck that. She’s my woman and you know it. You had no goddamn right,” I hiss.

  Dragon slowly stands to his feet. My head tips back, my eyes following his as he rises to his full height. I watch as he places his fists on his hips, tilting his head down to look into my eyes. I’m frozen in my spot as I wait for what he’s about to say, all of which I know without a doubt that I’m not going to like.

  “She’s not your woman, Jag. I’m sorry, brother, but she doesn’t wear your brand. That in and of itself makes her not your woman.”

  Straightening, I look directly across to him, not allowing my president to look down on me. I’m the goddamn secretary, I hold an office, he isn’t allowed to rule me with an iron fist. No fucking way. Shaking my head a couple of times, I inhale a deep breath, trying to keep from losing my fucking shit on the man.

  “My kid’s inside of her. She’s been sleepin’ in my bed, she’s mine.”

  Dragon’s gaze softens and I know that look. He looks at me with fucking pity and I want nothing more than to beat the shit out of him. Growling, I clench my hands into fists and wait to see what he’s going to tell me next. I know without a doubt that I’m not going to like a single goddamn word.

  “You don’t know it’s yours, neither does she. Della asked for her freedom and I gave it to her. It was her choice to leave. I told her she was always welcome to come back at any time. She’s a Savage Beast, with or without an Old Man,” he attempts to explain.

  I was right.

  His words piss me off and I hate every single one.

  “You had no right. I’m finding her and bringing her back. Then, I’m going to brand her. You had no goddamn right,” I seethe, repeating myself.

  Dragon’s eyes widen, and his lips tip in a smirk. “You do whatever you need to, brother, but trust me when I tell you that forcing a woman’s hand isn’t as sweet as when she freely gives herself.”

  “Yeah? I figure it doesn’t matter much since Della is the sweetest I’ve ever had.”

  Dragon’s gaze darkens slightly, then he shakes his head. “You’re either blind, stubborn, or so fucki
ng unfeeling that you have no clue what the world could hold for you. I’m not going to get in the middle of this shit, just know that Della is and always will be under my protection. If she asks for it, she has it, even from you.”

  “That’s bullshit and you know it. Once her skin is seared with my mark, you can’t do shit,” I spit.

  I don’t bother sticking around to hear his remarks. Turning my back on him, I walk out of his office and go in search of someone who can help me. I don’t know who, but fuck, I need to know where she is. It’s been two days and I thought maybe she just needed to breathe a little. It’s been too long, she’s gone.

  Making my way up to the bar, I knock on the scarred top and demand a beer from the prospect working behind the counter.

  “Hey Jag,” a husky voice purrs.

  Looking down, I see Pinkie smiling up at me. “Hey,” I grunt. “You know where Della ran off to?” I chance asking.

  She tilts her head to the side, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip as she looks up at me with wide, seemingly innocent eyes. Not too long ago we all thought that we were going to lose the bitch due to some bad dope. Since then, she’s changed, she’s less vivacious, but she’s still a goddamn knockout and killer in the sack.

  “Only rumors,” she offers with a small shrug. She knows more. I know that she does. Her and Della are thick as thieves.

  Lifting my beer bottle to my lips, I take a healthy swig. Frowning, I decide that a simple beer isn’t going to do it, I need something a fuck’ve a lot stronger to deal with this shit, with Della, the baby, her leaving me—everything.

  Motioning for a bottle of Jack, I take a step toward Pinkie. Wrapping my hand around her waist, I tug her against my chest. Maybe if I fuck her, I’ll feel better. If I fuck over Della and sink inside of this bitch, her friend, I’ll feel like I’m getting her back for walking away from me.