Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(20)

She didn’t have a clue how damn hot she was with the water cascading all around her.

His cock started to thicken, and he wanted inside her again. Glancing toward the club, he saw his Brothers were watching them. They wouldn’t touch Bridget as he’d put his claim on her.

Her tits bounced, and he grabbed her hands, spinning her out. This woman made him crazy, and all this time he’d been living with this crushing need for her. She was a beautiful woman, and he’d wanted her for himself forever.

Any threat anyone posed to her, he was going to take out, and get it removed. He’d sacrifice everything for her safety.

“The club knows what the score is. We’re not some club that doesn’t know shit.” He tugged her close, placing a hand on her hip. Her tits pressed against his chest, and she sighed. The smile disappeared from her face.

“I can’t allow anyone to die because of me.”

“No one will. They’ll die because it’s their time.” She tried to pull out of his arms, and he wouldn’t let her go.

“This isn’t something you can make them do.”

“Guess what, you’re mine, and the club has my back. You can’t do shit about this.”

“I shouldn’t have come to you.”

Releasing her hip, he grabbed her face, and forced her to look up at him. “Don’t say shit like that, babe. You deserve a chance like everyone else.”

“I made a mistake; I was stupid.”

“I fix mistakes, even yours.” He would fix any problem she made. Beast gritted his teeth as he became aware of the reality of what he felt for her. At the back of his mind, he had always known he felt something for his stepsister. He’d never been in love with a woman in his life. There wasn’t a chance that he could love her, was there? Even as he thought it, he knew it to be true.

He was in love with Bridget, and at that moment, he hoped like hell that she loved him.





Chapter Fifteen




The rain was really coming down hard now, and as Bridget looked up at Beast, she knew that her feelings for him were so much more than what they probably should be. They’d moved behind the clubhouse, their hair and bodies soaked, but the happiness she felt despite the circumstances, was monumental in her.

Her life was in danger, and as much as she’d thought she cared for him, she realized now that she was in love with him. Beast was willing to be here for her no matter what, risk his life, his club, and she knew she was head over heels in love with him. How would things fair when this was said and done? She had no clue, but she wanted to hope they were both still together.

Bridget could see the way he looked at her, see the emotion on his face, no matter how hard he tried to hide it all.

Beast moved closer to her, and she took a step back, hitting the brick wall behind her. “I need you right now, Bridge.”

She was breathing hard, needing him just as badly. “I need you, too, Beast.”

He made this low sound, and then he was pressed up against her, his lips on hers as he fucked her mouth. He pushed his tongue in and out of her, sliding it along her lips, on her tongue, until she was wet and aroused for him. The rain kept falling, plastering the shirt to her body, and sliding in rivulets down his hard chest.

“I need to taste you, to lick your cunt, and eat you out until you come all over me, baby girl.”

She was panting, and before she could even move, Beast was on his haunches and had one of her legs over his shoulder. The shirt rode up, and she felt his warm breath blow across her bare folds. When he framed her pussy with his big hands and pulled her lips apart, she felt even more exposed.

“Fuck yeah, baby. I’m going to mouth-fuck you until you come all over me and have your sweet pussy cream sliding down my throat.”

God.

His mouth was suddenly on her cleft, his tongue parting her folds, and then he ate her out almost violently. Knowing that there were bikers and club whores just on the other side of the alley door was erotic and turned her on even more.

He had one hand back on her ass, keeping her pressed against his mouth as he did exactly what he said he would ... mouth-fuck her. He squeezed the flesh at the same time he dipped his tongue into her body.

The rough scrape of the brick on her back added a hint of pain to the ecstasy he brought her. The hand gripping the back of her knee snaked between her inner thighs, and as soon as his thumb touched her clit, she came, unable to stop herself from going over the edge.

A low cry left her, and she couldn’t help herself from grinding her pussy into his face, against his mouth. His deep groan sent vibrations through her clit, and little shockwaves of pleasure slammed into her.

He gave her pussy one last long lick, as if he was sucking on a lollipop, making sure he got all the flavor, and then he stood. He grabbed her ass again and pulled her forward, letting her feel the hard length of his erection press into her belly. He felt huge, monstrous even.

He pressed his lips against hers again, ran his tongue along the seam before plunging into her mouth. “I need you, Bridge. I need you now, baby,” he murmured against her mouth. He reached down and palmed himself through his now rain soaked jeans, an obscene gesture, but one that had her hotter than hell. “You’re mine.”

Yes, she was.

When she heard the sound of his zipper, she opened her eyes, not even aware she’d closed them in the first place. She looked at his face, but of course, there was no expression. There was just deep rooted need.