Breaking Dragon (Savage Brothers MC #1)(59)

“Play with your clit Mama. Do it, I’m close and I want to feel you explode all over my cock before I blow.”

I do as he orders, but I’m so close that with just one touch, I shoot off into the stars. It's so intense that I’m barely lucid when he joins me just moments later.

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It’s been a few hours, we’ve made it to our room, but I can still hear the party outside. They are probably afraid to come back in. The thought makes me giggle.

“What’s so funny Mama?”

“I’m happy.”

He leans down and kisses me, his tongue caressing mine slow and soft and sucking on it gently. It lacks the ferocity that usually involves our lovemaking, but instead it feels sweet and gentle like he is savoring our connection. Or maybe that’s just what I’m feeling, either way, it is divine.

“I love you Detroit ‘Dragon’ West.”

“I love you too Mama, down to the marrow in my bones. Forever.”

Holy f*ck!

I get the words from him that I thought I would never hear. I cry like a big baby. I can’t help it. I knew he did, well mostly. Yet, to actually hear him say the words, does something to me I wasn’t expecting at all.

“Forever,” I sniffle and cry harder.

Dragon sits up in bed and gathers me in his arms. His hand strokes softly in my hair and his presence warms me all the way through.

“Forever,” he whispers while he holds me close.

We don’t say anything else, but then again, nothing needs to be said. Nothing at all. In this moment, I know without a shadow of a doubt I am in the one place in this world I was born to be—Dragon’s arms.





Chapter 29


Dragon


I stand looking at what is left of a man I use to respect. There’s not much there. In the month that we have been interrogating him, I had only learned bits and pieces.

The man responsible for the mayhem in my club, and ultimately nearly killing my woman is an unknown shadow and I don’t like that shit one bit.

Irish had caved enough to tell me that it all somehow linked in with Dancer and the two of us pissing off the wrong people. At least I had a direction to look into now.

Irish was pretty unrecognizable. We branded his tats off, the ones concerning the club at least. Freak had been working on him with a razor. The word traitor wrote across Irish’s chest was an extra special touch. Now he was in an oil drum. I can’t bring myself to let the soup finish him off like we had with Twist. I am going to be slightly more humane.

“I’ll see you in hell brother.” I said. I aim my 45 at his dick and then empty the chamber.

I look over at Bull.

“After he has breathed his last, go ahead and add the stew. When you’re done, dump him and blast the f*cker.”

We were going to pour Irish in the old abandoned deep mine. We’d have to pour him because with the stew, there won’t be anything left of him. Irish had a fear of being underground, so I felt it was poetic justice.

I turn and walk away. I have a woman to get back to. I also need Freak to start digging up information on this Phoenix. If this f*cker thought he’d play with my club he had another think coming. I’d make him sorry he ever tried.

I pull out my cell phone as I make it to the SUV.

“I need Dancer out like yesterday. Quit dragging your ass and make it happen Eagle or I’ll find someone who can, you feel me?”

His voice drones on.

“No more excuses. Do it. I need my brother out of that shit hole like yesterday. You feel me?”

I don’t give him time to respond. I hang up and head back to the club. It’s time I start circling the wagons. I expect to know who the f*ck thought he could toy with me by the end of the night and when I do he will know who in the hell the Savage MC was and how the f*ck we got our name.





Read on for Chapter One to the next installment of the Savage MC Series

Saving Dancer.





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Saving Dancer

By:

Jordan Marie





Prologue


‘The Nightmare’

Dancer



It’s dark, pitch black. I can feel the hands holding me down. The laughter fades into the background as my heart accelerates and beats out of control. The sound drums in my ears and a fine sweat pops out over my body. I slam my head back with all of my might. I choke on the fear and I despise myself for it. The fear makes me feel weak and I have never been weak in my life.

The back of my head connects with some mother f*cker and the feeling of blood smears against my bald head. I slam my head again hoping I can kill the son of a bitch.

I scream out as dirty hands try to clamp over my mouth. I twist and turn until I can get just enough of the hand in my mouth to bite down and tear. I do with an angry scream. There’s a moment of disappointment that I can’t manage to tear the finger off with just the force of my teeth.

Still, it’s enough to get room. Room enough so I can throw an elbow into the son of a bitch’s stomach that has been helping to restrain me. There are four of the mother f*ckers holding me, three now that the guy behind me let go. I hope I at least killed him. I will kill them all though. I will. I will tear them apart piece by piece. That is the last clear thought I have before a large silver flash comes at me.