UNLEASH ME: SAVAGE BEAST MC 4 Read online

  Wordlessly, I strip down completely naked, grabbing a new pair of panties and a bra before I dress back in my comfortable club clothes. Pulling on my low top tennis shoes, I put my damp hair up in a high ponytail before turning back to the men.

  My mother is still on the floor, her eyes narrowed on us. “You leave, don’t you ever come back, you will not be welcome,” she rasps.

  Taking a step toward her, I bend down slightly to look directly into her evil eyes. “You’re worthless and disgusting, you don’t have to worry about me ever coming back here. Coming back this time was the biggest mistake of my life.”

  “You won’t get a dime. We’ll give it away, we’ll burn it, but you won’t get it. Mark my words, I won’t allow your father to give you a penny of our earned money,” she sneers.

  Jaguar laughs loudly. “Bitch, she don’t need your money. Besides, she’s the one keeping you in it. I wouldn’t plan on the under-the-table mattress sales much longer.”

  Mountain grins as he looks over to me. My eyes widen at Jaguar’s words, but Mountain only shrugs a shoulder. He clears his throat, holding his hand out for me, palm up. Jaguar growls and Mountain lowers his hand. I can’t hide the disappointment at not being able to take my friend’s warm and welcoming hand.

  I watch as Jag turns his back on my mother, taking a step toward me. He reaches out, wrapping his hand around my waist and roughly tugs me close against his chest. His other hand wraps around the side of my neck as his thumb applies pressure to the center of my throat. The move should hurt, but oddly it feels comforting. I should push him away, but I don’t. I need him.

  “Leave me again like that and I’ll kill you, Della,” he states.

  I nod once, slowly as I lick my lips. “The Beasts are my home,” I admit on a whisper.

  “Thank fuck.”

  He doesn’t notice that I don’t say he’s my home, just the Beasts. It’s a purposeful omission. Jaguar is not my comforting happy place, not in the least, but right now, he’s the best option that I have laid out in front of me.

  Without saying anything else, the three of us walk out of my parents’ home. I don’t miss Mountain’s move as he puts his phone to his ear on our way toward the waiting pickup.

  “Got her. End the deal with the parents, then end them.”

  My eyes slowly close, knowing exactly what that means. I shouldn’t feel the relief that I do. I should be a better daughter, a better person, but I’m not. Having my mother taken from this world, it doesn’t bother me, in fact, I feel nothing but endless relief. I don’t even really feel bad that my father’s life will end either, maybe he’ll finally be at peace.

  Chapter Four

  JAGUAR

  Della doesn’t speak as we make our way off of her father’s estate. I know without a doubt that she understands the order Mountain just issued and I expected her to fight him, to fight for them, but she doesn’t.

  She’s sitting in the middle, between the two of us, so I lift my arm, wrapping it around her shoulders and pull her closer to my side.

  “Talk to me, Della,” I softly demand.

  There’s a moment of silence, and I think that she’s not going to say anything, but then she sighs. “I should feel guilty that they’re going to die, but I don’t,” she admits on a whisper.

  Mountain doesn’t say anything, but I notice that his fingers tighten against the steering wheel. What a fucking trio we make. Both me and him, possibly the father to her baby.

  Taking her away from her parents and bringing her back to the clubhouse where she’s been living as a whore for the past six months. She’s pregnant and just heard a kill order for her parents.

  Fuck.

  “What happens now?” she asks.

  “We take you home, baby,” I murmur.

  Della rests her head on my shoulder and for a moment, I feel victorious. Maybe she’s finally realizing just who I am, just how much I need her, just how much she really needs me, too. I don’t speak, afraid to kill the moment, instead I wrap my hand around her shoulder and pull her even closer against me.

  Eventually, Della falls asleep with her head on my shoulder and I let out a groan before Mountain speaks. “She didn’t give a fuck her parents are going to be killed. What do you think that woman was doing to her when we walked in? Those buckets of water and she was all wet…”

  “Fuck if I know,” I say, looking out the side of the window. “I think there’s a lot more to Della than we ever realized.”

  “You mean she’s not just a sex addict and a few wet holes?” he snorts.

  Narrowing my gaze, I turn to face him him. He’s smirking as he drives away from Dallas and heads toward home. “Della and her holes don’t exist to anyone anymore,” I grind out. “Forget about them, she’s mine.”

  “She is?” he asks, knowing that it will do nothing but piss me off.

  “Fuck you,” I hiss. “You know that she is. Everyone knows that she is.”

  “Does she?”

  Deciding that this argument is pointless, I don’t continue in the verbal sparring with him. It doesn’t matter what he or anyone else thinks. It doesn’t really matter what she thinks either. None of it matters. The only thing that does is having her next to me.

  Having her as my own.

  Owning her.

  Branding her.

  Keeping her.

  The hours tick by, Della eventually wakes up and we decide to stop for food and sleep. Mountain and I have been going pretty hard. Between driving to Kade, helping him package everything up and making sure it’s loaded onto the delivery truck. Then with getting to Della, we haven’t had much sleep in the past two weeks.

  “We’re stopping?” Della asks as soon as we pull up to the shitty motel.

  Mountain doesn’t say anything, instead he opens the door, slides out of the pickup and walks toward the check-in door of the motel. I pinch my eyes closed and let my head fall back.

  “Yeah, for the night,” I murmur.

  Della is quiet, then she touches my cheek with a small kiss. Her lips are soft and I can’t help but imagine them wrapped around my dick. It’s been too long since I’ve had her. I’m not used to going weeks without her, she’s always been at the clubhouse, always available if I need to feel her body against mine.

  The other bitches I’ve fucked while waiting to come and get her, they don’t hold a candle to her. She’s what I need on a regular basis, everyone else is just a little fun filler.

  “C’mon, we’ll get you somethin’ to eat, then I can eat dessert.” I grin.

  “I don’t think…”

  Shaking my head, I reach for the front of her throat and gently squeeze, asserting my dominance. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t look scared. If I was a better man, I would admit that she looks resigned, but I refuse to think that. She wants me just as badly as I need her.

  Licking my lips, I decide that I don’t care. Resigned to being mine, that fucking works, as long as she’s sucking and fucking me the way I need her to. As long as I get to control every fucking aspect of her life, that’s all I give a fuck about right now.

  Touching my mouth to hers, I kiss her gently before I whisper against her lips, “You’re going to fuck me tonight, Della. You walked away from me and you have a fuck’ve a lot to atone for.”

  The truck door opens and I release her neck. Turning, I open my door and jump out of the truck. I don’t miss the fact that Della chose to climb out of Mountain’s side of the pickup, or the way that he’s looking down at her with concern.

  I could give a fuck if he’s concerned, soon he won’t be able to say a goddamn thing. Soon she’ll be wearing my fucking mark.

  DELLA

  The greasy spoon diner would be extremely uncomfortable if I wasn’t starving. I order pancakes, eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy, plus a milkshake and I give no fucks what that says about me. I don’t even pay attention to what the guys order, they’re silent as they eat and I can’t help but moan every other bite I put in my mouth.r />
  Jaguar is being his normal controlling and moody self. Mountain is being his quiet and assessing self, silently protesting Jaguar and his desires. It doesn’t matter anymore. I made a decision in the truck. If Jaguar wants me, then fine, I’ll be his.

  There are much worse positions for me to be in than being chained to a controlling asshole. I’ll just have to make the best out of it and eventually he’ll get tired of me anyway.

  “Ready?” Jaguar asks when I suck down the rest of my shake.

  Lifting my gaze from all of my empty plates, I give him a one-shoulder shrug. “Yeah.” I nod as I slide out of the booth.

  Mountain chuckles but still doesn’t say anything. They pay the bill, then together the three of us walk out of the diner. I don’t miss the looks of the people as we pass by them all. This is a small town, the fact that we’re strangers is stare worthy enough, add the cuts and the fact that I’m the only woman with two of them? We’re jaw-dropping stare-worthy.

  Together, the three of us make our way to the hotel room. I’m surprised when Mountain follows us inside, that he only booked one room. Once we’re inside and the door is closed behind us, Jaguar doesn’t say anything when Mountain falls back on one of the beds.

  Instead, Jag wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me back against his chest as he walks us over to the other bed. I bite the inside of my cheek when he sits down, arranging me to stand between his spread thighs.

  Mountain glances over, his eyes finding mine and I watch as he smirks. “Jag?” I ask, turning my head to look at him from over my shoulder.

  “Fuckin’ you, baby. Don’t care if he’s here,” he murmurs as his hands find the button of my shorts and pops it open.

  Inhaling a shaky breath, my body lights up almost immediately when his fingers dive beneath my panties. My lashes lower and I lick my lips when his fingers slide through my center. I can’t take my eyes off of Mountain though. He watches, but I can’t read the expression he’s wearing on his face.

  Jaguar shoves my shorts and panties down my legs, immediately I step out of them before kicking my shoes off. Spreading my legs, I’m thankful when he shifts his knees so that my thighs rest on his spread ones. He keeps my legs wide, and my gaze is still focused on Mountain.

  “Showing me what I can’t have anymore?” Mountain asks, his voice deep and husky.

  Jaguar snorts, his fingers playing my center, swirling my clit, before pumping in and out of my pussy, then going back to my clit. Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I wrench it off, then quickly unclasp my bra and throw it somewhere in the room.

  Lifting my hands to my breasts, I cup them and pinch my nipples, letting my head fall back against Jaguar’s shoulder as my hips search for more of his touch. Jaguar’s lips touch the side of my neck, then just below my ear.

  “You want to fuck him, don’t you?” he asks.

  I can’t deny it. I shiver against him. Opening my eyes, I lift my gaze toward Mountain. He has his hand over his hard bulge that’s straining against his jeans, squeezing. I know that he’s aching for relief, for me. I do want him, he’s amazing in bed, as are all of the men that I’ve slept with at the clubhouse.

  Turning my head, I open my mouth against Jag’s. I’ve been shared before, several times. Never with Jaguar though. I didn’t think that he would be into it, especially not now that I’m giving up and giving in to him.

  “I do,” I admit.

  I can feel my face getting hot at the admission. I’m embarrassed, I shouldn’t be, but I am. It feels wrong, especially with how Jaguar has made such a big deal about everything, about me being his, about me only being with him. This feels almost like a trick, like a mind-fuck moment.

  He grunts, his breath coming out in a long exhale. “You need to be a whore, don’t you?” he asks.

  Something ugly slithers inside of me. I see an image of my mother flash in my head. She’s always called me a whore, a slut, and regardless of me being just that, it doesn’t take the sting of the words away.

  I want to deny it, I want to tell him no. I want to tell him that my entire life I’ve been searching for a man who could not only care for me but also fulfill me completely, something that nobody else has ever been able to do. I fear that part of me is empty and no matter what, it will never feel full, never be satisfied.

  The hand that’s not between my legs slides up my spine and wraps around the front of my throat. He squeezes, but thankfully not too hard.

  “You’re only allowed to whore if I give you permission. These are the new rules.” I gulp and attempt to nod. “Fuck, you’re so wet just thinking about being fucked hard and used, aren’t you?” he asks.

  I’m not wet for that reason.

  The aftermath of being used, isn’t all that fun. Hating myself and hating the need that never leaves me, that isn’t something that I look forward to, but I’m in the moment of need right now. I’ll do anything for the high of an orgasm.

  Anything.

  Mountain throws his legs over the side of the bed and slowly stands to his feet. I watch as he strips his clothes off. When his pants fall to the floor, I lick my lips at the sight of his long length just as Jaguar fills my pussy with two fingers.

  My eyes flutter closed as I feel Mountain in front of me. He reaches forward, his hand cradling my jaw, moving my head so that my face is pulled toward him. Slowly, my eyes open, my hips moving to the rhythm that Jaguar sets.

  “Suck me, babe,” Mountain demands gently.

  Opening my mouth, I lean over slightly, whimpering as Mountain’s hard length slides down my throat. He dives his fingers into the back of my hair, twisting the strands as he holds me still. Jaguar’s hand is still wrapped around my throat, holding me still. Lifting my eyes, I watch Mountain’s gaze as he begins to slowly fuck my mouth.

  “I can feel his cock in your throat, baby,” Jaguar moans. “You love taking cock, don’t you? Fuck, what a whore,” he grinds out.

  Shame fills me.

  Jaguar makes me feel guilty for loving sex, for needing it.

  He doesn’t fuel my fires, he wants to manipulate them. My entire body shivers, but it’s not with desire, it’s with disgust. I feel disgusting in this moment. For the first time since walking into the Savage Beast clubhouse, I feel completely filthy.

  Mountain doesn’t sense my change in mood, neither does Jaguar. They’re both focused on their dicks, on the way that my body makes them feel. That’s what I’m good for. That’s what I’m here for — nothing more, nothing less.

  My mother was right. I shouldn’t keep this baby. I don’t deserve it. I’m nothing but a whore. There is no way that I could give a child a good life. Not like this.

  Jaguar removes his hand from between my legs when I’m seconds from my climax. I growl around Mountain’s dick, but he takes a step back as well. Suddenly, I’m shifted to the bed and I look up to see Jaguar taking his clothes off and stripping himself bare.

  “I wasn’t going to let anyone else touch you, Della. But, fuck, you love it so much, how can I deny your hot pussy to anyone else?”

  My eyelids lower, not to look submissive, but to hide my ever-growing shame. Both of the men climb on the bed, one on either side of me. Mountain’s cock is still glistening with my saliva, and Jaguar has a bead of pre-cum on the tip of his.

  Leaning to the side, I flatten my tongue and collect Jag’s pre-cum, my eyes focused on his. This is what he wants, he wants to be in complete control of me. He wants to own me, to use me as he sees fit, and right now, he wants my eyes on him while he tells Mountain how to fuck me.

  “Get ready, on your knees, Della. Mountain is going to fuck that hot snatch.”

  Chapter Five

  DELLA

  My entire body feels like it’s been hit by a freight train. “Time to get up, baby,” Jaguar announces with a hard slap to my ass.

  I can’t do anything but groan. Everything hurts. Everything is sore and it’s because of the way these two men used my body last night.

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p; Turning my head, I look over at the man lying down next to me. Jaguar is shirtless still, his hair messy from sleep and his eyes lazy along with his smile. He watches me for a moment, then slowly dips his chin and touches his mouth to mine.

  “What’s your real name?” I ask.

  All of the men have road names, but I’ve heard a few of the Old Ladies call their men by their given names and if I’m going to be one of them, then I feel like I should know Jaguar’s name.

  “Jaguar,” he states.

  Reaching over, I use my finger to trace the black tattooed Jaguar on his chest. It’s not his given name, I know that much. Every member has an animal name and coordinating tattoo. Silver stands for silverback gorilla. Mountain has a mountain lion on his chest and Jaguar is no exception.

  “Jag,” I breathe.

  He snorts. “Need you. You’re mine. Nobody else’s. But to you, I’ll always be Jaguar.”

  “Why?”

  “Because at the end of the day, Old Lady, obsession, lover, whatever it is, you’re still a whore.”

  I flinch, taking my hand from his chest. “That’s not fair,” I whisper. He snorts, sitting up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. I turn away from his body. “That’s not fair,” I say a little louder.

  “May not be fair, but it’s what you want to be, right? Why you wouldn’t ever take my brand. Why you wouldn’t agree to be mine until you got knocked up. Then you tried to run, fuck, Della. You think I’m a goddamn fool, don’t you? You came in here and within minutes, you were panting to be shared. Whore is as a whore does.”

  He stands, turning around to face me. We’re both completely naked, but his eyes are so angry that he’s not seeing me right now, he’s only seeing red. Tugging the top sheet over my chest, I lift my hand and run my fingers through my knotted hair.