Snatched: A Dragon Shifter MC Romance

by Jadyn Chase

  The next minute, his delicious mouth enveloped my world. I dissolved in kissing him for all time. His fingers laced into my hair and commanded me to move with his tongue and his mouth. Without meaning to, I leaned over on top of him, but he didn’t try to make me get off.

  His massive energy translated through me so I couldn’t keep still. I had to rub myself against him, but that only escalated the scorching heat tearing me apart. I needed him. I needed contact with his body and his mouth and his being.

  His strong fingers dug into my spine. They crawled down my back to my waist and farther down to my ass. They steered me in luscious circles that drove me insane. His tongue flickered into my mouth. It sent a torching flash of searing electricity straight to my brain. It short-circuited my system and overpowered my ability to contain it.

  My mind shut down and I surrendered to a torrential tsunami of emotion and sensation. It swept me away to somewhere I couldn’t understand. I only knew I wanted this. I needed this. I needed to touch him and feel him moving under me. I needed his muscular arms showing me what to do and where to go.

  Itching, aching hunger burned between my legs. It spread through me until I couldn’t deny the need. My legs parted to straddle him, but he showed no sign of slowing down or stopping. His crotch swelled to pierce my insides. Christ, I needed him so bad!

  I arched back. My spine rippled with successive surges of desire and insatiable lust. I couldn’t stop it now and I didn’t try. I crammed my throbbing box onto his spike. The faster I went, the more I lost control over myself and everything around me.

  I didn’t care if I lost control. I wanted to lose control. I wanted to lose everything in him. I gasped for breath between his lips. He sank his teeth into my lip at every swirling kiss and growled low in his throat.

  He glided his big palms up my ribs and hitched up my shirt. Before I could stop him, he broke off my mouth and dove underneath. He burrowed into my bra and bit down on my tender nipple. I screamed in a tidal wave of pain and unstoppable passion. The pain stabbed down my midsection to my crotch and I exploded in a dizzying orgasm.

  He lunged off the divan seething in volcanic power. No one would ever guess he was hurt. His teeth yanked my nipple to one side, but when my hand flew to his head to stop him, I wound up shoving him into me harder than ever. Fuck, that felt so good! I screamed in his ear riding his prick to my destruction.

  He jammed one hand down my jeans and crushed my ass into him. I couldn’t stop spinning higher into the stratosphere on one spiraling climax after another.

  His hair came loose in my fingers. It drifted across his granite features and stroked my chest while he sucked my breast to the ends of the Earth. His other hand ran up my spine to my neck and I swayed in ecstasy for what seemed like eons.

  All at once, he flipped me over on to my back. He slammed me down on the divan and tore my jeans open. My arms splayed out to one side and I stared up at him smoldering in fury above me. His hard black eyes fixed on my face. He clenched his teeth and his nostrils flared. What did he see?

  He stripped my jeans down and shoved his own pants to his knees. In a flash, he plowed between my legs taut and hard. His hot manhood touched my swollen slit and I caught my breath. He didn’t give me a chance to think twice, but I already crossed the line to become something alien to myself.

  He grabbed my hips and punched inside. The instant his crest snapped through the opening, I pitched into a storm of senseless ecstasy. I writhed on the divan impaled on his tool while one blinding explosion after another catapulted through me.

  He propped his arms on either side of my head. The undulating strokes began at his shoulders and translated down his stomach. They disappeared in the roots of his hair where his body met mine. Every one of those maddening beats rocketed mindless rapture into my soul. How could I stand this?

  He bared his teeth and snarled in my face. He growled with every thrust and fired the last dizzying starbursts into me with a strained expulsion of breath. His long hair hung in my eyes and framed his features in ruthless, primal ferocity.

  My sex-addled brain gazed up at him through the clouds of raving bliss destroying me, destroying everything I knew about myself. He was a dragon—monstrous, dangerous, brutal.

  Almost before it started, he picked me up again. He compressed my torso between his rock-hard biceps and lifted me onto his drilling shaft. He sat me on it while he kneeled on the floor. My legs dangled to either side. Only his insistent driving penetrations help me up.

  He circled my neck with those masterful fingers and steered me into his mouth. His piercing stare hypnotized me into a haze bordering on insanity. He held me captive with that gaze while his mouth devoured me to the depths of my being.

  Was I still orgasming? I couldn’t tell. His body ordained that I should respond, that I should teeter on the brink of oblivion, that I should dwell in his eyes and his sweat and his muscles. I couldn’t break away, and he didn’t release me. I didn’t want to be released. I wanted to belong to him, to obey his commands spoken and unspoken. I wanted anything and everything he could give me. The slightest touch of his hand, the merest glance of his eyes—I asked nothing more.

  11

  Morgan

  Brayden groaned shifting onto the pillow. Black bruises darkened his chest. His tattoos showed up as darker patterns running through the awful pools of blood under the skin.

  He ran his fingers through his hair and blew a long breath through his lips. “I don’t feel so hot.”

  I leaned on my elbow and watched him struggle to make himself comfortable. “Why don’t you let me take care of you? You don’t have to suffer like this.”

  He managed to find a position and relaxed ever so slightly. “What did you have in mind?”

  “At least let me get you some painkillers. I could go to the drug store and be back in a couple of minutes. If you’re not going to fly around long enough for your ribs to heal, at least you could take something for the pain. I have to go out anyway. We don’t have any food here.”

  He grumbled again and he flinched when he adjusted the pillow under his head. “I wasn’t thinking we’d stick around that long.”

  “Well, you have a choice,” I told him. “Either I go get the food and painkillers, or you get up and we fly back to LA right this minute. Those are your choices.”

  He cocked his head to look up at me. His eyes sparkled and his lip twitched into a smile. “All right. Go get them.”

  I grinned back. I didn’t want to go back to LA yet, either, not when staying at the beach house with him promised so many more mysterious delights.

  I snatched my wallet and my phone and headed for the door. I picked the keys off the hook by the door and hurried to the garage. I found the car when I first searched this place, but I didn’t think I would get a chance to drive it so soon.

  I slid behind the wheel, sent up a silent prayer to my dad that it still worked, and turned the ignition. The GT fired up and I reversed down the driveway. Living at the beach house was going to change my life in all kinds of ways.

  I kept the speed to a reasonable level motoring down the highway and pulled into the CVS in Malibu. I went inside and found the pain reliever aisle, but when I scanned the shelves, the usual Tylenol and Advil didn’t really seem to cut the mustard. What could you give a man with multiple broken ribs and probably organ damage?

  Brayden would never admit he needed painkillers. He would never admit he got hurt in the battle at all, but I knew better. The minute the sex stopped, he could barely move.

  He really needed Vicodin or maybe even morphine, but I couldn’t get that over the counter. I glanced toward the pharmacy and when I did, my blood ran cold. A man stood a few aisles away from me and stared at me with impenetrable black eyes.

  Fringe dangled from the sides of his leather jacket. I couldn’t make out the design on the lapel, but it didn’t resemble any gang patch I recognized. It didn’t belong to Los Diablos or the Longtails.

 
His gaunt face and spidery hands sent chills up my spine. I knew him. I’d seen him before, but I couldn’t place him. He belonged to that shadow world of my past that lay buried in mist.

  While I stood there, he took out his phone, touched the screen, and held it to his ear. That simple movement set off a chain reaction in me. I whirled away and charged out of the store. I hopped in the car and hit the gas. I didn’t know where I was going or why. I only knew I had to get the hell away from him to save my own life.

  I roared down the highway on a breakneck race back to the beach house. I forgot all about the painkillers. This was a matter of life and death. I had to get back to Brayden now.

  I swerved on the coast road and dropped the car into low gear. I slammed my foot to the floor and screeched around a bend. In my frenzy to put miles between myself and that man, I crossed the center line and barely corrected before an oncoming truck collided with me head-on.

  I did my best to steady the wheel through the pounding adrenaline and my thundering pulse. I managed to regain my position in the correct lane, but my heart drummed in my brain fit to burst. I covered a few more miles when that forgotten memory split my mind apart.

  The guy’s hawkish visage burst into my head and I jolted back in the seat. I locked my arms against the wheel, but I couldn’t see where I was going. I couldn’t see anything besides that man’s nightmare countenance.

  Metal screeched against metal as the car skidded along the guardrail. My vision cleared just in time to avoid careening down an embankment. I stomped the brake and fought the wheel with all my might.

  I wrestled the car onto the shoulder and slouched in my seat. The motor purred like nothing happened, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The minute I took my awareness off the danger at hand, that guy’s pointed features intruded into my mind again.

  The whole memory hit me like a freight train. It crashed the barricades protecting my consciousness and inundated me in an overpowering flood of impressions.

  I knew that guy. I knew him only too well. I remembered sitting at my desk in my room. Where was I? I must have been in the group foster home where I lived after my parents died.

  I sketched out the design I remembered from my dad’s arm. I traced it exactly as I remembered it. I cherished that image even though I didn’t understand what Los Diablos meant.

  Later, after I moved out and went to college, I decided to get a tattoo of the design as a memorial to my dad. Whatever it meant to him, it would mean to me.

  I took my sketch to a local tattoo artist, and what do you know? The artist was that guy I spotted at the CVS. He gave me the tat and took my money. He was very nice about it and chatted to me in a friendly way through the whole procedure. He even smiled and shook my hand when I left the parlor.

  Three days later, I was sound asleep in my apartment when a dozen armed men broke in and kidnapped me. Now I remembered that guy’s brand. All of them had it. The emblem on their jackets depicted a dragon wearing an eye patch and aiming two pistols at the world. The banner underneath read, Desperados.

  I tried to fight back the way I tried to fight the Longtails who killed my parents, but they crowded around kicking and hitting me until I passed out. The next thing I remember was waking up in Los Diablos’ warehouse with Brayden and the others standing around me.

  I blinked, but that memory stuck in my brain and wouldn’t leave. Nothing would ever send it back underground. It became a part of me and now that tattoo artist knew where I was. Did he follow me out of Malibu? Did he know about the beach house?

  Brayden. I had to get back there and warn him. I had to tell him what happened. If I hoped to get out of this alive, I needed Brayden.

  I dropped the car into gear, checked over my shoulder, and screeched onto the pavement. I kept my head this time. I gritted my teeth and narrowed my eyes at the road in pinpoint concentration. I had a job to do and nothing would turn me aside from doing it.

  I angled the car into the garage and shut the door. I marched inside and found Brayden lying in bed asleep. I stared down at him for a minute. The sun played on his battered chest. A faint bump of his pulse twitched under the fragile skin on his stomach. An arrow of black hair plunged into his waistband leading down to….

  I shook those thoughts out of my head. I knew all about what it led to. If I ever hoped to enjoy him again, I had to do this.

  I sat down next to him and laid my hand on his shoulder. “Wake up, Brayden.”

  His eyes snapped open and his head whipped around. “Huh? Did you get the painkillers?”

  “We don’t have time for that. We have to get out of here—now.”

  He winced trying to sit up. “Why? What’s going on?” He groped at his side for his phone. “Did you hear from Carlos?”

  “It’s not Carlos, Brayden.” I did my best to keep my voice steady. “It’s The Desperados. They know where we are. We have to leave.”

  He stiffened and his eyes hardened. “How? What happened?”

  I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I bowed my head gathering my resolve to tell him everything. I hesitated a moment and let it all spill out. “I copied my dad’s tat onto a piece of paper after he died. I kept it to remember him by, and when I got older, I got it inked onto my shoulder. I remember everything. The tattoo artist was a Desperado and I just bumped into him at the drug store.”

  Brayden’s eyes widened. “Are you sure he saw you? Are you sure he recognized you?”

  “Oh, he saw me all right. He made a phone call right in front of me. He’s the one who turned me over to The Desperados in the first place.”

  He sighed and slumped over. Damn, his chest really looked terrible. I felt guilty now for not getting the drugs when I had the chance.

  “We have to get out of here, Brayden,” I repeated. “They could track us here, and they’ll be on top of us before we know it.”

  I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him up, but he let his bulk fall back on the bed. “No, darling. We’re not going anywhere.”

  “What? Why?” I heard my voice rising to a shriek. “Come on, Brayden! We can’t wait around here.”

  He reclined back on the pillows, but he didn’t let go of my hand. “Listen to me, darling. Running won’t stop them. It’s not The Desperados we have to worry about. It’s the Longtails. No matter where we went, they would find us. We have to stop this now. No more running. Just sit tight and stay calm for a minute and try to trust me.”

  His words sank into my brain and I stopped. “What are you going to do?”

  He growled low, easing his broken frame onto the bed. He picked up his phone and swiped the screen. “I’m calling Carlos. That’s what I’m doing.”

  “What are you going to say to him?”

  “I’m not going to say anything.” He held the phone out to me. “You’re going to tell him exactly what you just told me.”

  I stared at the screen. Roman Santiago flashed across it with a twirl of rotating dots. The ringing phone sound emanated from the speaker.

  In a second, the screen flickered and his shorn, angular head appeared before my eyes. He opened his mouth, but when he saw me, he frowned. “Yes? What can I do for you, Morgan?”

  I swallowed hard. I never thought I’d be reporting to him like any other Los Diablos foot soldier, but I supposed that was what I was now. “I’m sorry to bother you, Sir, but Brayden thinks I should be the one to tell you. I got myself branded with my dad’s tat. I didn’t know what it meant. I just copied it as a memorial to him. The tattoo artist was a Desperado and turned me over to his people. They kidnapped me and threw me in their prison. I just bumped into the guy at the drug store. We’re up at my dad’s Malibu beach house and I went to get some painkillers for Brayden. I recognized the artist and he recognized me, and I’m pretty sure he called me in again. It’s only a matter of time before they find our location.”

  Carlos—now he really was my Boss, too. I guess that made me Los Diablos for real. He scowled at me down the phone lis
tening to this. Then he flared his nostrils and breathed a heavy sigh. “All right. Listen to me, Morgan. The Desperados won’t come after you. It will be the Longtails this time the way it was at The Zone. Understand? They won’t give this up until they retake you, so we’re going to play it their way.”

  “What do you mean, Sir?” I hated to ask.

  “Just sit tight where you are, Morgan. Do what you can for Brayden with what you’ve got, but don’t go outside. Do you have any food there?”

  “No, Sir. I was supposed to get some in town, but when I saw that guy, I bolted. I’m sorry, Sir. I panicked.” Christ, that sounded stupid!

  “Don’t worry about it, Morgan,” he told me. “Neither of you will starve in the meantime. Just stay where you are. I’m sure it won’t take long.”

  “What are you going to do, Sir?”

  “You won’t see us, but we’ll be there. The Longtails will come after you. If you stay put, we’ll know where they’re going. We’re going to lure them to your beach house. They’ll think you two are alone and unguarded. When they show up, we’ll finish this once and for all.”

  “I…. I don’t really like the sound of that, Sir,” I quavered.

  He burst out laughing. “You don’t have to like it. Just do what you’re told and stay in the house.”

  He looked away, but I didn’t want to end the conversation. I didn’t want to lose contact with him. He made me feel safe—protected. “Sir?”

  “Yes, Morgan?”

  “How…how long will it take you to get here?”

  He swiveled back to face the camera and his mouth cracked into a grin. “We’re on our way now. Remember what I said. You won’t see us. You’ll think we aren’t there, but we will be. Just stay inside. Keep Brayden from exerting himself if you can.”

  He hung up before I had a chance to say anything else. I looked up to find Brayden studying me. “You see? Everything’s going to be okay.”

  I handed back the phone. “Do you really think so?”

  He tossed the device away. “He won’t leave anything to chance. He’ll be certain to bring enough men to take any force that comes after us.”