by Evelyn Glass
Her mind turned to Nicole readjusting Lenny’s sling and even Atticus trying to hold his own as the Alphas readied to take off. Enough of a mess to deal with, and Dawn scurried to collect her words stepping over Michael and back again when he grabbed her ankle and held her where she stood.
“Let go of me!”
“Listen!” Michael cried. She saw Cade’s knife racing through the air over her head, and Dawn caught the handle in her fingers. Cade blanched, but Dawn stayed strong as she started to press the blade closer to his ripe vein.
“You won’t do it,” he said. “You won’t kill me. Dawn?” Michael squirmed away from her hold as he started to speak. “You’re smart,” Michael said. “And even if…even if this one is rocking your world, you have to know that being with him will only end up being bad for you.”
Dawn pretended to agree, hoping that Cade was in on the joke when Michael summoned whatever strength he had left and turned her away from Cade’s arms.
“Stay with me,” Michael said, he as caressed her wound and whispered into her ear. “With what you know, we can make our mark. Every man, woman, and child will know Plainfield for what it is.”
“They will?” she asked. “They would know that is was place where gangs lurked behind trees and the
men and women meant to tell the story skimped on the details until it was too late to say anything else?”
And that held a kind of appeal in her eyes as she grabbed his neck and peered into his eyes.
“And you would make them scared?” Dawn asked. “Why not just let the gangs run off so this could be home again?”
When Michael had no answer, at least not one that wasn’t fast or slick enough, Dawn grabbed Cade’s knife again, and she pointed the blade to Michael’s heart.
“Hold up, Dawn!” Cade cried. “You don’t want to—”
“I want the Alphas to have a chance,” she started. “And I want you to bury the story because he engineered it.”
Michael started to wilt under the force of her stare, and Dawn wanted him to say the right thing when he growled and pushed her back into Cade’s arms. Cade stayed strong and held her before she could hit the ground. Cade kissed her injured cheek, and he held her closer to his side as he took the knife still in her hand.
“Dawn? Don’t do—”
“She won’t,” Michael managed. “I warned you once not to step into anything that you can’t handle. And, Dawn, there is no way in hell that you can handle—”
Before she knew what was happening, she pushed the knife close to his chest. Michael backed away, terrified that she was so close to making the move. Then Dawn passed the blade back to Cade and forced a smirk.
“Don’t think that I wouldn’t have,” she whispered. “You were the one who said that I was like a superhero or something. Well, mission accomplished, Boss. I was born to land the story, and the scoop is mine.”
Cade tilted his head to the side, his eyes flashing with awe, as she calmly collected the notes and stuffed them under her arms.
Michael charged forward as they started to leave, and Cade wheeled back around, bringing the tip of the knife close to Michael’s throat, drawing a slight stream of blood.
“I can still make it hard for you in these parts,” Michael threatened. “You make one wrong move and the Panthers will—”
“Three are no Panthers,” Dawn proudly said as the color drained from Michael’s face. “So you and your toy cops will have to play another game.”
With the notes in one hand, and Cade’s hand in the other, they started to leave the office when Michael recovered to the point to ask her what her next move was now.
“Go on the run with him?” he barked. “Give up any chance of a career to be his…his what? His fucking mole?”
Dawn turned on her heel, and Michael flinched as she took another step back to him. Any pain inflicted by Cade’s rivals became non-existent, and she almost hoped for a permanent mark on her cheek when her lips expanded into a smile.
“The proper term is old lady,” she told him. “And no worries, Boss. I got the Alphas watching my back now. And maybe one day you’ll see the byline and realize what a perfect story you had and lost.”
Dawn let Cade’s arm fall around her shoulders, and they left Michael in the dust as they headed back to his bike.
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
“Dawn?”
Turning her head over the pillows to meet his smile, she stretched luxuriously in the large bed and patted the pages under her hands as she returned his grin.
“It’s done,” she told him. “Six months. Feels like some kind of a record or something.”
Extending her hand, the Alpha gripped her fingers, and he fell to the free side of the bed. Kissing the top of her head, he glanced at her finished product as he arched his eyebrow.
“The Alpha Female,” Cade mused. “You want to let me in on the joke?”
“You know I think you boys are something special,” she started, as she nuzzled his neck. “But think of Mona working behind the scenes. Gloria patching all of us up.”
“I like that,” he said. “Because you are one of us, you know. In every way.”
He started to kiss her mouth when she pushed back and steadied her face in his hands.
“And Nicole is doing well for us out here,” she said. “Can you fault me for putting this spin on it?”
“No,” he said. “Don’t think I’d doubt anything that you’ll ever do.”
Reclining into the bed, his hand moved to her middle, and he casually flipped through the pages when darkness fell over his face.
“Well, that was quick,” she teased. “Something wrong?”
“Where’s the brave brunette that came into the fray and lived to tell the tale?” he asked. Dawn drank in the admiration pouring from his eyes, and she gently pulled on his hair before kissing his cheek.
“A good reporter never makes the story about herself,” she informed him. “I’m just the eyewitness.”
“Dawn, you’re a hell of a lot more than that.”
He ran his finger across the mark emblazoned across her cheek. A faint zigzag that could still appear harsh in the right light was visible, but Dawn was used to the image looking back at her in the mirror, and there was something sweet when Cade tapped the mark and told her that he was proud that she had lived through it to come out the other side. With him.
“Maybe next time,” Dawn said, as she let her notebook fall to the floor and wrapped him in her arms. His kiss swirled around her lips, and Dawn laughed lightly as she rolled on top of him, her knees caressing his thighs as she lifted up his shirt and fondled his chest.
“Thinking of doing a follow-up piece?” he asked, as his lips surrounded her breasts. Moaning at the feel of his tongue, Dawn ran her hands close to his belt, and she was eager to unfurl his cock when he took hold of her wrists.
“Still okay?” he asked. “I mean…I mean after…”
“You don’t have to keep asking, Cade,” she assured him. “I only feel fine with you.”
Cade appeared to understand, but he still lowered to her side, stroking her hair as he kissed her brow.
“I just always want to be sure,” he said. “I only want you to be happy, Dawn.”
Perched on her elbow, Dawn gazed down at him and softly nodded her head as her fingers tapped against his chest. She wanted her thoughts to fly through her fingers and warm his heart with the truth. Because it didn’t hurt when he held her. When he loved her. And she would wear the scar with pride for the rest of her life.
“I am happy,” she told him. “I’m with you, right?”
His nod warmed her soul, and they started to fall back to the bed when a commotion from outside pulled them apart. They peered hard to one another’s eyes, and Cade hurried to the window with Dawn at his heels. They looked together through the glass. Dawn realized that she was holding her breath. Michael had to be mad when they took off with his scoop. But was he fool enough to come after them
? Cast his lot with a rival club and try to—?
“That boy doesn’t need to work so hard.”
Dawn relaxed when she saw Atticus trying to best Reese in a makeshift drag race. At the end of the day, the green-eyed Panther had his uses, and he seemed to stop shaking when Gloria took him under her wing and said that she would keep an eye on him.
And everyone knew what that meant.
“Give him a break, Cade,” she said. “He’s trying to fit in. He almost does.”
Cade still regarded him with something like rage when he thought of how the kid might have intervened before the worse for Dawn came to pass. But at the end of the day, she granted his second chance.
And Cade listened to what she had to say.
“If it makes you happy,” he grudgingly said. “Just don’t go writing the next story about him.”
He started to bring her back to the bed when Dawn held her ground and bit down on her lip.
“What?” he asked. “Don’t go telling me that that’s the idea?”
“No, Cade,” she said. “But there is something that you need to know.”
Sitting softly at his side, she took his hand and sighed.
“Dawn?” he asked. “What is it?”
“How…how open are you to someone else coming into the picture?” she asked.
“Better run it by Nicole,” he teased. “And Lenny might have something to say about—”
“I know,” she laughed. “It’s kind of sweet how she asks him if she’s making all the right moves.”
“She doesn’t have to,” he said. “And neither do—”
“Cade.”
Pressing his hand to her belly, she closed her eyes and sighed heavily before she was able to meet his gaze again.
“But I do, Cade,” she said. “Do you…do you think that you even want to be a father?”
The words spilled out artlessly, and she wished for a chance to revise when she lifted her lids. The Alpha appeared stunned by the sound of her words, like her familiar tongue had been replaced by something foreign.
“Right,” she started. “More than you bargained for. I can…I can always take care of it.”
Just the thought nearly shredded her soul, but this was the new life that she had signed up for. Dawn was surprisingly good at the game, and she would keep playing and—
“Dawn.”
His hands were hard against her shoulders, and he drew her closer as he caressed her cheeks, his fingers full of pride against the surface of her scar as his lips parted to reveal his bright smile.
“Don’t talk like that,” he said. “Just let me take care of you. And…and this.”
He tenderly touched her belly, and Dawn felt as if she was spinning through the clouds when he pulled her back to the bed and held her closer.
“So you are happy about this?” she asked. “Truly?”
“More of you, Dawn? That sounds like the best story of all.”
THE END
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No Limits: Teutonic Knights MC
By Evelyn Glass
I’LL BREAK HER TO FIND OUT WHAT SHE’S HIDING.
From the second she ran into my bar, she belonged to me.
She says she’s desperate for my protection from the man who abused her.
Part of me wants to believe her.
But there’s something she’s not telling me.
And I’ll break her to find out the truth.
CHAPTER ONE
“You stick that big fat cock in me and fuck my pussy!” Peyton screamed as Andrew Moore, President of the Saracens Motorcycle Club, fucked her.
They were in the sex room, the room in the Saracen’s clubhouse where the club girls and members could go when they wanted to have a little extra fun. The room wasn’t large, but it had a padded floor and walls, so you could fuck anywhere and not get hurt, along with a sex swing, whips, flogs, balls, Tantra chair and various silky ties and binds. Right now, they were using only the padded floor and walls.
“You like that, you fucking bitch? You like my big cock in your tight little pussy?”
“Oh my fucking God!” she wailed as loudly as she could. “You’re making me come so hard!” she cried again, putting on a good show for those she was sure were listening. The padded walls could contain only so much of the sound, and she and Andrew had a reputation to keep up. The louder she was, and the more he felt like a sex god, the more freedom she had, and freedom was what she needed.
She’d become a club girl for the Saracens about three weeks ago, wanting to get in on the hard fucking and partying the club was known for. Andrew had picked her up almost immediately and taken her for his own. She had enjoyed the envious glances of the other club girls when he’d taken her to the sex room the first time, but it hadn’t taken long before she realized she’d made a mistake hooking up with the Saracens, and especially Andrew.
Andrew was just what she wanted in a man. Big, muscled, hung, and best of all, into sex. She loved fucking, and for the next three days, they were fucking three or four times a day, and fucking hard, just like she liked it, but then it started to go wrong.
“Goddamn, you’re a nasty slut,” he growled as he pulled out of her and flopped to his back. She turned and threw herself across him, taking his cock into her mouth as he pulled her around and placed a leg over his shoulder and began to lick her pussy. She ground her pussy into his face as she swallowed him, relaxing her throat to take all of him she could. He began to hammer his cock into her mouth, and she took it, letting him face fuck her.
She pulled him from her mouth so she could catch her breath while stroking his hard cock hard and fast. “You’re going to come so fucking hard,” she growled, trying to wind him up. She let him lick her as she plunged him into her mouth again, and again he pounded his cock into her.
“Fuck!” he yelled, throwing her roughly off of him. He was bathed in sweat, and she was working him up to hard orgasm, but he had a lot left to give this bitch yet. She was fucking incredible, one of very few women who could match him. “You almost made me come, you whore,” he snarled as he jerked her roughly to her feet and slammed her against the wall.
She was as tall for a woman, just under six foot, and built like a fucking porn star, but she was all natural and he loved how her titties flopped when she was bouncing on top of him. She backed off the wall and tried to turn, but he shoved her hard into it again as he slammed into her from behind.
“Oh…fuck!” she screamed as he held her hips and pounded into her furiously hard.
“That’s right, you bitch! Scream!” He slapped her hard on the ass, once, twice, then a third time because he knew she liked it, making her ass cheek turn red.
“I’m coming again!” she cried, pushing back into him so he wouldn’t slap her ass anymore. “Fuck! I’m coming so hard!”
He smiled. He’d lost count of her orgasms, but that had to be at least her fourth or fifth, and he wasn’t done yet. He continued to slam into her, grabbing her big tits and squeezing them hard the way she liked. She shrieked in pleasure as he mauled her breasts and worked her ass into his crotch.
He could feel his orgasm pressing in on him again. He pulled out of her to give himself a break, but she turned on him, throwing herself into his arms to try to drive him to the ground. He dropped while holding her arms and pulled her down with him. Peyton was a wild woman today, even more so than normal.
She fell across him then immediately rose up and took him inside. He watched her breasts bounce as she fucked him, then reached up and twisted them hard.
She cried out in pain as he manhandled her breasts. She liked to fuck hard, but Andrew had crossed the line too many times, and had crossed it again. When he had started getting too rough she had complained, but her complaints only seemed
to encourage him and he’d gotten rougher still. She had complained again, and even cut him off for a couple of days. When he’d finally asked why they weren’t fucking, and she told him, he’d laughed it off as a misunderstanding, but when she took him again, he was even rougher than before. That’s when she decided she was getting out.
He began to slap her breasts, making them sting, but she kept her mouth shut because crying out only encouraged him. Taking this last brutal fuck from this asshole was her price of escape.
