Chapter Six
Death for the two men hadn’t been easy. Or swift. It wasn’t because Beast enjoyed that sort of thing, either. He intended to send a message. Both to the three involved who were still living -- if beaten to bloody pulps -- and to any of their other employees who thought to dishonor or betray the club in any way. All of them knew Salvation’s Bane owned the three clubs. They had to know running illegal side businesses that could in any way be traced back to the club would not be tolerated. Tobias would make the bodies disappear, but there would be untraceable pictures of the men taken and discreetly shown to a select few of their employees. Ripper would take care of any digital footprints they left, just as Tobias would take care of the bodies.
By the time he stood in front of the door to his room, it was nearly two in the morning. Far sooner than those fucks deserved. Truth was, he just wanted to get back to Fleur. She wasn’t his, but he wanted her to be. As far as the club was concerned, she was. Especially after what had happened in the basement. She’d pegged him solid. No woman in his life had ever taken the time to look deeper than his body and tats. Or his club. Even with word spreading about him and Fleur, a couple of the club girls wouldn’t back off. If anything, they’d become more aggressive. Probably because no self-respecting club girl could stand to back down from a challenge.
Mercedes was one of them. She should never have been allowed back in. Probably convinced some prospect or one of the patched members had said she could come back. Once in, no one had paid enough attention to her to kick her back out. She’d been through the entire club, him included. She was a good enough lay, but not a woman he cared to fuck twice. She was looking to get her claws into someone, and that someone wasn’t him. The other woman was Topaz. The woman was harmless enough, but she liked to cause chaos. Likely she was showing interest in Beast simply because Mercedes did.
Quietly, so he didn’t wake Fleur, he opened the door and slipped inside.
“Gideon?” Fleur’s sweet voice drifted from across the room at the big picture window where there was a window seat. As the moonlight spilled through the pane, casting a silvery glow, he could see she’d made a nest of blankets and pillows. She’d curled up there to rest as she stared outside through the glass.
“You should be in bed.” His gruff reply didn’t seem to be the right thing to say, but it was all he had.
“I wanted to be awake when you came back.” Fleur slid gracefully to the floor and walked toward him. Her hips moved from side to side, an enticement he had no business giving in to. She reached up and brushed a lock of damp hair off his forehead. “Did you bathe?”
“Ran through the shower.” Beast knew he didn’t sound good, but how to tell her how much blood there had been? The basement stank of it. He was surprised he didn’t still smell like it.
“Will you let me hold you tonight?”
He blinked down at her in confusion. “I don’t… what?”
She smiled. “Everyone needs a little TLC from time to time. I’d say this is one of those times.” She gave him a worried frown. “There are so many shadows in your eyes, Gideon. I hate that I added to them.”
“Not you, Sunshine,” he said. “Never you.” There was no way to resist what she was offering. As before when she’d kissed him downstairs, Beast bent down to wrap his arms around her. This time, he lifted her, taking her to the bed and stretching out on top of her. “This is a do-or-die moment, Sunshine,” he said in a husky whisper. “Not going to deny I want you. But it’s not a fling. Not scratching an itch. You take me on now, you take me on until I say it’s over. You stay here with me and Salvation’s Bane. You figure out how to fit in here and make a home for yourself until I’m ready for you to leave. Just understand, I’m in control. You don’t get to leave unless I say. You get me?”
She smiled a little serene smile. “Not really. At least not the why of it. I understand what you’re saying, though. I let you have my body, you’re keeping it until…” She swallowed whatever she had been about to say and amended her sentence, “… for a while. Until you say you’re done.”
“That might not be for a long while, Fleur. Make sure you’re ready to make that much of a commitment.”
“I’m willing to try,” she said. “It’s not like I have many any other options. Besides. You’ve proven your club might be a little shady in some areas, but it’s for the right reasons. If hurting people who prey on others is wrong, then I’m just not a good girl. I have zero problems with your club.”
“You have no idea what other activities we participate in.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Beast.”
Beast was coming to realize she thought of him as two separate people. Gideon and Beast. Where he thought of himself as the biker, the warrior, Beast, she saw something different. Because when she called him Beast, it was all about the rough and dangerous persona he tried to project to everyone around him. When she called him Gideon, she was trying to get through to the man beneath. Well, good luck to her with that. He didn’t even know who that man was anymore.
“I know there were a multitude of reasons for what happened last night and today. Some were strictly a security issue, but there were some things that weren’t. You wanted rid of the threat to your family. Your club.”
“You,” he whispered.
Fleur blinked several times before acknowledging him. “Me.” Clearing her throat, she continued. “I don’t believe for a second anything you do is for the purpose of harming others, especially not women or children. Anything else doesn’t bother me in the least.” She grinned. “I still don’t want to know. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was a terrible liar.”
“Works for me,” Beast said, then claimed her mouth once again.
God, she was heaven! There was no other way to describe it. Kissing her was a revelation. Like nothing he’d done before meant anything to him, where just Fleur’s kisses meant everything.
He shivered, the totality of what he was doing hitting him like a boulder smashing down a wooded mountain. He threaded his fingers through her hair, tightening his fist and pulling her head back. She gave out a little shocked cry, but what was shining in her eyes wasn’t fear or pain. It was lust.
“This is your last chance, Sunshine. Tell me to fuck off. Tell me not to touch you.”
“Not going to happen, Gideon,” she said. “I want you so bad I’m willing to give this a shot.”
“Not a shot, baby. You’re all in or you’re not.”
“Until you say it’s over.”
“Until I say it’s over.”
“Another woman ends it, Beast.” She met his gaze boldly, recognizing the biker in him. The roughneck. “I don’t share.”
“I’d kill any man you fuck other than me,” he countered.
She smiled. “Then I think we’re in agreement. Now, shut up and fuck me.”
He took her mouth again. Aggressive and primal. This had been building in him since he’d first touched her intimately the night before. She responded so sweetly to him, taking all he had to give her and demanding more. His kind of lover.
He found her breast with his mouth, his fist still clutched tightly in her hair. She tunneled her fingers through his hair and pulled just as hard as he pulled hers. The bite was delicious to Beast. He growled against her chest and bit down sharply on one nipple. Fleur let out a cry, wrapping her legs around his torso.
“Fuck yeah, you taste good, Sunshine.”
“Suck me,” she whimpered. “Suck my tits.”
“Such a naughty little girl,” he growled again. “Do you need a spanking while I fuck you?”
She arched her back, offering herself to him again. Again, he bit down on her nipple. “Beast!”
“That’s it, baby. You like it rough, don’t you?”
“More! Give me more!”
He continued to kiss, nip, and suck every inch of Fleur’s skin he could manage. She’d have little marks all over her body before he was done. There would be no doubt w
ho she’d had in her bed. Beast intended for everyone in the fucking club to know it had been him.
Finally, when he could wait no longer to taste her, Beast shoved her up the bed and settled himself between her legs. She tried to urge him back up her body, but he was having none of it.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and Goddamned ready. Not a second before, Fleur. You’re mine to do with as I please!”
“Bastard!” she shouted. “I need you to fuck me!”
“And I need to eat this beautiful, wet little pussy. Guess which one of us is gonna win that battle, Sunshine?” She screamed at the same time he snarled before covering her pussy with his mouth in a tight suction.
Every pull, every drop of honey she gave him was like a drug. Beast doubted he’d ever get enough of her. He loved every single sound she made, the way her body broke out in a sweat when he turned her on, the way she responded to every single thing he did to her. This was… heaven. Beast had never known he was missing so much. Sex had always been good, but nothing like this.
Fleur’s cries grew louder and louder, her body tensing beneath his. Beast thrust one finger deep within her, and she screamed, thrusting her pelvis at him.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Beast!”
“You like that?”
“Yes!”
“Want my cock?”
“So much!”
“Good.”
Beast had all he could stand. He was taking her hard and fast, not giving her a chance to change her mind. His next thought was to just plunge into her and worry about it later, but he couldn’t do that. Even though every second pained him, Beast crawled up her body and reached for the nightstand drawer to pull out a condom. He hadn’t intended to use one, but he just couldn’t do it without having a serious discussion with her first. Once he went inside her bare, he never intended to have anything separating them again.
Rolling the condom took precious seconds he didn’t want to waste, but finally, he was ready. Bracing himself on stiffened arms above Fleur, Beast found her entrance with the tip of his cock and thrust hard.
She was impossibly tight! He tried to halt his movements. Give her time to adjust. But Fleur was having none of it.
“Goddammit, Beast! MOVE!”
“Fuck! I don’t want to hurt you, Sunshine.”
“Fuck it,” she bit out and shoved at him. Beast was afraid he was hurting her, cutting off her air or something, but when he pushed up, she heaved. He rolled to his back. The next thing he knew, Fleur was straddling his hips and impaling herself on his length.
“God! Fuck!” Beast gripped her hips, trying to slow her movements, but she was persistent, slapping his hands away.
Then he looked up at her.
She looked… magnificent…
Desire and lust morphed into some kind of euphoric high. Her expression was one of dazed confusion, as if she couldn’t believe what she was feeling. Beast knew he certainly felt that way. Her hips snapped over him in a quick little slide, creating the most maddening sensations. How he hadn’t come was beyond Beast, but he was doing everything in his power to hold off. Not until she came first. No matter what.
She stretched her body back, placing her hands on his thighs. The position not only thrust her breasts up, but drew his gaze down her body to the place where they joined. Never had the sight of his cock in a woman’s pussy thrilled him more than it did now. Fleur’s body was a perfect, erotic counterpoint to her movements. She was small, but curvy and lush in all the right places.
Beast sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to rock, fucking him. It wasn’t enough. He quickly flipped her over to her back and scooted up just that little bit…
Then started a hard, driving rhythm into her body. Fierce, bold shoves forced his cock ever deeper until she was crying out with each thrust, each time his cock hit inside her as far as it could go.
Faster and faster he went, yelling until he was hoarse. He fucked her. And fucked her.
“Gonna fill you with my come. Gonna fuck the shit outta you!”
“Yes! Yes! Do it! Come in me, Beast!”
Had he not already put on the condom, had he not already protected her as best he could, Beast would have lost himself in the moment. With her words, he thrust as deep as he could go and did exactly what she begged him to do. She screamed even louder than him, and her cunt milked his cock.
Beast felt like he’d run a marathon. His heart pounded, and he could barely catch his breath. Sweat streamed from his face to drip on her neck. Fleur didn’t seem to mind, though. She clung to him, her tongue darting out to lap at his shoulder several times before he finally realized he might be crushing her.
Beast rolled to the side, taking her with him. “Are you OK, Sunshine? God! Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she breathed, snuggling into his chest. “I’m more than OK.”
“Just rest a minute,” he said, inanely. What else was there to say? The best sex of his life had left him ill prepared for the words she probably needed. So he settled on holding her instead.
The second he slipped out of her, he pulled free the condom and knotted it. He wadded some tissue around it and dropped it into the waste basket by the bed. Fleur still clung to him, not moving other than to dig her little fingers into the skin of his chest.
And, God help him, nothing in his life had ever felt more right.
Chapter Seven
The next two months were the best of Fleur’s life. She had loved her parents very much and their passing had devastated her, but they had been loners. They’d lived on a small farm in rural Tennessee with no neighbors for more than ten miles in any direction. The only social interaction she’d had was at school or on the internet with her friends from school. College was supposed to be her big breakout. She was smart, hardworking, and accepting of different cultures and ways of thinking. She had been looking forward to the whole experience. Since she lived in Tennessee, even though she was poor, hard work had gained her acceptance at Vanderbilt University on a partial scholarship. The remainder of her tuition and board had been provided by the financial aid she’d gotten from the school based on her parents’ income. She’d thought life couldn’t possibly get any better. She would be studying physics and astrophysics at one of the most prestigious universities in the country and, in the process, she’d be opening up a whole new world of social interaction.
She still wanted to go to college, but what she was experiencing here with Salvation’s Bane -- and Beast -- was so far beyond her imagining. Beast was the most fantastic and inventive lover she’d ever been with. He took her anywhere and anytime he felt like it, pushing her boundaries, but never so much that she regretted anything they did. He was always there to support her when the club girls got too aggressive and made sure none of the men got handsy. It happened, occasionally, that a few of them would try to dance with her at a party or would pull her into their laps, but Beast was always there to shut it down. The other men would laugh at him unmercifully. She noticed they never did it when he was looking or where he could hear, though. All of it made her suspect any interest they showed in her was merely to get a rise out of Beast.
Which was the only downside to an otherwise glorious time. Where did she stand with Beast? Outside of them having sex or sleeping together, he wouldn’t get near her. There was no small talk, no talk of the future, no discussion as to what he wanted from her other than sex. She’d agreed to that, but now she wanted some definite idea as to what was going on between them. She wanted to get her life back on track. School. Making a home for herself. All the things adults did. Right now, she kind of felt like a kid living in her parents’ basement. It wasn’t like that exactly, but she had no rent, no real responsibilities. Her chores consisted of cooking and cleaning, but nothing heavy. She mostly did it for lack of something else to do. Of course, when Beast got wind of that, he simply had more sex with her. He didn’t seem to want her
working or getting too comfortable around the club girls, but wasn’t able to offer an alternative for her.
Which was another thing. Fleur didn’t know the first thing about MCs. She knew enough to know they skirted the edge of the law sometimes, but there was a whole other culture about them she had barely scratched the surface of. With Beast not letting her around the club girls much, the only thing she could do was search the internet.
As if thinking about him had conjured him up, Beast walked through the door of their room. “Hey there, Sunshine.” His demeanor in private was so at odds with his behavior with the club it was hard to reconcile one with the other. When he was like this, in their room where no one could see or hear, she thought of that personality as Gideon. Otherwise, he really was Beast.
“Hey, yourself. I wasn’t expecting you back from your run until late this evening.” It was still daylight, if barely. The men usually didn’t get back to the clubhouse until well after midnight.
He took off his club colors -- the jacket he wore with the club patch on it and his designation -- and carefully hung it in the closet. “You complaining?”
She pretended to think about it. Secretly, she was already getting wet for him. “Hmm… depends.”
“Oh, yeah? On what?”
“On whether or not you plan on showering.” She wrinkled her nose. “You smell like gas.”
He grinned at her. “Definitely plan on showering.” He stalked toward her, shedding his T-shirt as he went. “And you’re comin’ with me.”
Fleur squealed as Gideon bent down and scooped her up into his arms. It always thrilled her when he did that. The casual show of strength wasn’t something she’d ever get tired of. He carried her to the bathroom before setting her on her feet and whipping the tank top from her body. She’d figured that would be the first thing he’d do so she hadn’t worn a bra. As always, his gaze fastened hungrily on her tits. He actually licked his lips before lowering his head and latching on to one nipple.
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