Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(19)

“Beast,” she murmured against his mouth, not understanding why he was being so possessive of her, but he was. She could taste it, feel it in the way he held her, touched her. This was supposed to be about sex, about her paying for his services, but after that first time, she felt like something had changed between them.

“Bridget, I need to fuck you right now.” Beast held onto her hair tighter and walked them backward.

She was still sore from the sex they’d just had, but she was also aroused and not about to deny him. She didn’t know what was going on, or why he was acting like she mattered more than a piece of ass, but Bridget couldn’t deny the warmth that filled her at that fact.

“Maybe we should talk about what’s going on between—”

He kissed her harder, cutting her off. She’d wanted to tell him they should talk about them, not about Rafe or anything else, but about what was going on between them. But he kissed her harder, more possessively, and she couldn’t help but melt against him. With Beast, it seemed she lost all common sense, especially when he took control.





Chapter Fourteen




Later that night, Bridget sat in the window looking out over the clubhouse grounds. Beast was asleep in the bed, but she just couldn’t find that relaxation. There was a man out there hunting her to find and kill her. A man she’d let inside her body was now intent on killing her. She’d never wanted Rafe and had only put up with him because he scared her. By the time she realized the truth about him, it was already too late. The more she thought about her life, the angrier she became.

What did you achieve in your life?

She’d graduated college and up with a man she couldn’t stomach. Rafe had fucked her, yet she lay there not responding to him, when all she wanted was the man she couldn’t have, the same man who was now asleep on his bed.

You’re going to get everyone killed.

Resting her head against the window, she took several deep breaths, and wondered what she should do. There was an entire club that could be killed because of her. She should have known what he was like. Rafe was a monster, the biggest monster out there.

“Why do you have blood on your hands?” she asked, watching as he started to tug his shirt out of his pants.

“It’s not your concern, Bridget. Get into bed.”

She didn’t do that though. Following him into the bathroom, she kept talking to him. “You’re covered in blood, Rafe. What is going on? What happened?”

Bridget gasped as he spun around, grabbing her neck, and pressing her against the wall. He squeezed her throat, cutting off her air. “I’m going to say this one last time, go back to fucking bed and stop asking questions. Just be glad it’s not your blood.”

“What are you doing?” Beast asked.

She jerked around to find Beast sitting up in bed, staring at her. “I was watching the storm outside.” It was raining, and she loved to watch the rain.

“The club will protect you.”

“Who is going to protect the club? Rafe and his father are dangerous, and I’m such a fucking idiot. You always said I was going to get myself killed when we were younger. Guess what, you’re right. I’m an idiot, and I shouldn’t have come here. I can’t be responsible for your dying.”

The very thought of living in a world without Beast made her feel empty inside. There was no point in her living without him. Beast was the man she wanted and had wanted for a long time.

Beast climbed out of the bed, walking naked toward her. His cock was flaccid and still long. She averted her gaze and looked back out at the rain, wishing she was outside.

“Do you want to go out there?” he asked, surprising her.

“Yes.”

“Come on then.” He slipped on a pair of jeans and tossed her one of his oversized white shirts.

He grabbed her hand, and suddenly, they were out of the room. She couldn’t believe he was leading her outside while it rained. They passed several of the club members, and she kept staring at the ground, wishing it would open up, and swallow her.

The main club went silent, and Beast tugged her outside into the pouring rain. She paused, staring up at the sky. Closing her eyes, she gasped as Beast moved up behind her, cupping her tits.

“You’re beautiful.”

“It’s pouring,” she said laughing.

“I don’t care. We don’t care about doing shit that makes people uncomfortable. This is what we want.”

Glancing toward the main door, she saw several men were watching them, but they were not coming anywhere near them.

“They’re guarding us. The club is always under some kind of threat.” He released her, taking a step back. “Come on, babe, show me what you want to do.”

Stepping away from him, she looked at the ground where the rain was bouncing up. Holding her hands up to the rain, she twirled her head, lifting her head, and closing her eyes.

Dancing around the rain, she moaned as Beast danced around with her, wrapping his hands around her waist, and twirling her with him.



Beast would die for this woman. He laughed as he spun her around the yard. Bridget giggled and moved within his arms as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and it was. This was the way they were always supposed to be.

He used to watch her during a storm. Beast would see the yearning inside her to go out running and get soaked by the water. Their parents wouldn’t allow it though. It wasn’t proper for a girl to be obsessed with the rain and storms. Beast figured they cared too much about what other people thought, and that wasn’t going to be how he worked.