Brutal Beast (Vicious Vipers MC Book 5)

by Lynn Burke

  When had he gotten so damn tall? Tears pricked my eyelids, but I stepped outside without acknowledging the rare affection, waiting for the lock to click behind me.

  I breathed in deeply until it hurt, filling my lungs with cooler night air. A few crickets or night time insects chipped along as I slipped across the yards, comforted more by the cell tucked in my back pocket so my son could reach me with a quick swipe and speed dial.

  My heart thumped heavily in my chest, and my shoulders stayed damn tight against my ears.

  Through the slider, I could see Vigil sitting in his living room, and I paused at bottom of the two stairs leading up to his back deck, my breath loud in my ears, my entire body shaking.

  Had I wasted that long shower and shave? Had I ruined my chance of even having him as a friend by being such a bitch the week before? He’d stayed away as ordered while most asshole bikers would have just taken what they wanted.

  Vigil was different. I knew that inside the deepest part of me.

  And I did want him. Body, mind, heart … soul. Every inch of me longed for him.

  He turned his head as though he could feel my inner turmoil, and our gazes clashed, raising the hairs along my arms. Without taking his focus off me, he set his cell aside, rose to his feet, and walked to the slider.

  My feet stayed rooted.

  The sound of the door sliding open barely registered through the pulse thrumming in my ears.

  “Mila?”

  “Can I come in?” I whispered, my stomach twisting even as warmth swept over me at the sight of his bare chest and the gray sweats hanging low on his hips.

  “Of course.” He stepped back, and I forced my shaking legs to carry me up and across the deck. Slipping past him filled my nose with his clean scent, weakening my knees even more. “Come here, wildcat.”

  He moved in and crushed me to his chest in a blink, and I melted. Fucking went liquid like a slab of butter in the August heat, puddling in both my heart and panties. He smelled divine, and the heat and hardness of his torso felt even better than I’d remembered.

  “How did you know?” I muttered against his chest, drinking in his affection like a parched, panting cat.

  “You looked like you needed a hug.” His voice rumbled beneath my ear, and I sighed. “A little turd might have texted to tell me you were on your way over and to not let you hightail it back to your place without finding the nerve to talk to me first, too.”

  “Turd is right.” I laughed and pulled back enough to look up into his face. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “Being a bitch.”

  “Mmm.” A twinkle lay in his eyes. “I ought to spank your gorgeous ass red, but I don’t hit women.”

  My smile faded at the sincerity in his eyes. He knew. Somehow, he fucking knew—and I’d never even told Devon of what all my ex had done to me behind closed doors. At least the asshole had made sure the bruises and marks he left on my skin could be covered by clothing.

  “And how did you know he was abusive?”

  “Your tells, wildcat. The things you’ve said, the way you flinched if I moved around you too quickly.”

  “I do?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, shit. Guess I have some PTSD I wasn’t aware of.”

  He smoothed back my hair, and my eyelids fluttered shut. “Will you let me spoil you tonight?”

  I nuzzled my cheek in his rough palm as my nipples tightened. “What’d you have in mind?”

  “Stripping you down,” he said against my forehead, his soft lips and beard brushing over my skin. “Touching every inch of your body, massaging every muscle until you soften into my bed and refuse to leave.”

  “Massage, huh?”

  “Just a massage—unless you need or want more, yeah.”

  Goddamn this man...

  “Your eyes say yes, wildcat. What’s your mouth going to say?”

  “Massage for me, but then I get a chance to see what you’ve got going on inside those hot as fuck sweats.”

  “Deal,” he tossed out before I even finished speaking.

  Laughing, I accepted his outstretched hand, and he tugged me toward the stairs.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Vigil

  Sure, we had a shit ton of stuff to talk about. Make right, but Mila had come over, vulnerability plastered on her face, and I knew my waiting, my planning would finally come to fruition.

  I’d gotten a text from Devon telling me exactly what I’d told her, but he also texted he didn’t want to see her home before sunrise. Little punk. He’d never get an argument out of me, though. Having his blessing to pursue his mom meant more to me than I’d ever considered with a woman before. It eased a bit of that ache in my chest. Made that feeling of rightness in my gut solidify into a block of defined truth.

  I’d told Mila she belonged to me, and I didn’t doubt one goddamn syllable of that sentence.

  Now I’m going to show her.

  I led Mila upstairs to my room and kicked aside the damp towel I’d tossed to the floor once I hopped out of the shower. At least I’d put new sheets on the bed the day before. I ripped back my comforter.

  “Strip and get comfortable belly-down, wildcat. Be back in a minute.”

  She stared after me, eyes wide.

  “What?” I asked, pausing in the bathroom door.

  “You’re not going to watch? Tell me what piece of clothing to peel off first and all that shit?”

  “Baby,” I let her see the lust racing through me in my eyes, “if I stick around for that sort of lead up, I’ll never get those muscles hitched up around your ears to relax. When it’s time, I’ll enjoy every goddamn inch of you, Mila. Don’t your worry your pretty little head.”

  I turned and left her alone, taking my time getting the bottle of massage oil I’d purchased and put away for the day she gave into letting me touch her skin and working her muscles with the hands she lusted after. I grabbed a couple of towels and paused, giving her time to do as I’d told her to.

  My feet itched to move, so I gave in and caught her on her knees, stretching out to lay on her belly.

  Goddamn, that ass...

  Forget talking down the chub. My fucking dick shot upward without its usual constraining jeans or leathers I usually wore in her presence. I tucked the swelling head back inside my sweat’s band and gripped my girth while moving back into my room.

  “Comfortable?” I asked, my voice gruff.

  “Kind of.”

  “What’s wrong, wildcat?”

  “I just need you to touch me already,” she whispered, turning her head to glance up at me, but her gaze snagged on my tented sweats. “Show me that a man’s hands can be gentle.”

  Anger wanted to rise over thoughts of the abuse she’d lived through, but the flick of her tongue along her lower lip brought a groan to mine. I squeezed my girth again, fighting for restraint as she continued to stare at my groin.

  “I want to feel you inside me—skin on skin.”

  Fuck. Me. “Birth control?”

  She finally lifted her focus to my eyes off my throbbing dick. “I can’t get pregnant.”

  Her tells said it all, the pain in her eyes, the fucking anger, but I refused to focus on thoughts of what her cocksucking ex had done to her to make her incapable of carrying another child.

  “I’m clean, surprisingly,” she continued as though my hesitancy meant I needed talking into taking her bare.

  I nodded. “Same. Now close your eyes, wildcat. Let me take care of you.”

  Smiling, she obeyed, and I uncapped the oil, drizzling the liquid in lazy streaks along her back. I set the bottle aside and glided my hands gently through the oil, coating every inch of her back to the swell of her ass.

  A sweet sigh escaped her, the furrow between her brows disappearing.

  Properly coated, I pressed harder, usi
ng my thumbs to rub along muscle and bone, no sound between us but our breathing and the occasional whispered moan from Mila as I worked her back. The tension in her shoulders took some time, but she eventually grew pliant and soft like I wanted.

  But I wasn’t anywhere near done learning every inch of her.

  I drizzled oil down both legs, working those muscles at the same time, making my way slowly up over the globes of her ass, my stare on the darkness between. My dick fucking leaked like a mad man, smearing and straining inside my sweats.

  Edging toward the end of my restraint, I gently pressed on the insides of her thighs, and she opened for me. The pink petals of her pussy glistened, moisture already dripped onto my sheets. A slick mess.

  I swallowed the sudden rush of saliva and poured some oil in my palm. A turn of my wrist dribbled some down her ass crack, and I followed with my hand, the heat of her, the whimper and lift of her hips tightening my groin to the point of pain.

  Teeth clenched, I rubbed over her again, my fingertips sliding alongside her swollen clit and back up.

  “Vigil,” she whispered as a plea, and I gave her what she wanted, sliding my middle finger deep inside her hot core. She groaned and lifted her hips, but I pressed against her spine with my other hand, holding her still, slowly working my finger in and out of her, drinking down her whimpers when I added a second.

  I lowered my other hand on her spine to its base, my thumb rubbing over her puckered hole. She didn’t tense with the touch, and the husky groan she let out when I pressed my tip into her told me what I’d been dying to know.

  She wasn’t adverse to me taking her there.

  I popped the top of my dick free from my sweats and swept my thumb over the soaked tip. Pre-cum smeared over my thumb—and I rubbed it all over her asshole, my dick jerking at the thought of claiming her there.

  Soon.

  Her ass sucked my thumb and pre-cum in deeper, and I began fucking both her holes in opposition, slick, slow glides in and out until she panted and whimpered on every exhale, her hips moving in time with me.

  “Going to come,” she moaned.

  I growled my encouragement, and her breath caught, her body tightening. “Cream all over my hand, Mila.”

  Without a touch to her clit, she shuddered and cried out my name, hands grasping at my sheets above her head, her lower body grinding against my hands. Her pussy convulsed around my fingers, the ooze of wetness my own goddamn breaking point.

  She hadn’t completely come down, but I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I shoved off my sweats, my balls seized tight against my body, and climbed between her thighs. A quick lift beneath her hips set her on her knees, but I pressed slowly into her pussy, the tight clamp around my head gritting my teeth.

  Soaked. Slick. Fucking hot and tight as hell...

  Her pussy took me inch by inch, her back arching, and body trembling as I fought to remain in control. Gentle.

  “Vigil...”

  I pulled out to the head and worked my way back in, her sweet pussy stretching to take me all the way until my balls rested against her. “Goddamn, wildcat,” I groaned through my teeth.

  Buried to the hilt in fucking heaven … but I needed her closer.

  I wound my arm beneath her and sat back, pulling her up onto her knees, holding her tight against my chest. “You’re fucking perfect, Mila.” I eased out of her and pushed back in, grasping her chin to turn her face toward me.

  Her lips parted, her eyes clenched shut, and her brow furrowed as I forced myself to go slow, dragging out and thrusting back in against her cervix.

  “You’ve got every inch of my dick buried inside you, wildcat. Feel me?”

  “God yes,” she groaned.

  I thrust a bit harder, pulling a gasp from her lips, one of pure fucking lust, not fear or pain.

  “This pussy is mine.” I slid my hand down over her soft belly, sliding my fingers alongside my dick as I pumped in and out of her. Gathering her cream, I slid them back up to her hard nub and rubbed along either side.

  “Yes,” she moaned as her pussy clenched down on me. “More, Vigil. Please.”

  I snapped.

  I took her mouth, her hands reaching back to grasp at my hair, and I bucked into her, my fingers rubbing her clit.

  She arched and moaned, her tongue lashing at mine, her body writhing in my tight hold. Plundering took on a whole new meaning for me as my dick took control—I fucking gave into the lust for her, the need to claim her fully, every hard thrust of my hips pulling a pleading whimper for more from her.

  “I want your come on my dick,” I growled against her mouth, shoving against her womb. “Come with me, wildcat.” I pressed harder on her clit and rubbed, and she gave me what I wanted. “Fuck, yeah.”

  She arched, her pussy clamping down on my dick to the point I saw fucking stars.

  “That’s it, baby.” I thrust again—wetness coated me. Buried deep as my balls tingled. The first shot of cum through my dick tightened my entire body rigid, and I groaned into Mila’s neck, the rush of euphoria like none I’d known. My spunk filled her the fuck up. Dribbled out around my plunging dick as I continued to fuck in and out of her, draining every last drop I had to give.

  She shuddered and sagged against me, and I finally stilled, holding her close, sniffing and licking along her neck, filling my lungs with her sweetness.

  “Okay, wildcat?”

  “Mmm.” She tilted her head to the side and covered my hand still on her pussy with her own, her fingers feeling where I still stretched her. Her gentle rubbing, her moving my hand against her—the slight gyration of her hips went straight to my fucking head.

  “Lay down, baby.” I eased her toward the bed.

  “Don’t stop.”

  “Not gonna.” I nipped her shoulder as she sprawled on my mattress, my dick still buried in her pussy.

  Planking, I watched my semi glide in and out of the mess we’d made, every slow drag out of heaven making me want more. So much more.

  I sat back on my haunches and spread her cheeks wide, giving me a better view. Her pink petals stretched around me, but I wanted her ass.

  She welcomed my thumb, her hips rising as a low moan escaped her. “You gonna let me have this, too?” I asked, my voice rasped to hell as her oil-coated asshole let my thumb sink in deep.

  “Whatever you want, Vigil—it’s yours,” she said through the dark hairs lying across her face. Eyes closed, her face relaxed, I slid my thumb back out and slowly pressed back in.

  My dick jerked in her pussy.

  “Hold on, wildcat.” I pulled out, caught the ooze of cum leaking from her hole and smeared it up over her ass. “We’re going to have some fun.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Mila

  My ass wasn’t a virgin, but at the press of his cock against my hole, I caught my breath and lip between my teeth. He’d felt huge inside my pussy, filling me beyond what I’d thought possible, but my ass...

  Fuck, it burned. Tears squeezed out of my clenched eyelids as he pressed in. I fought to stay relaxed, told myself to push back, but holy hell.

  “Mila?”

  “Don’t stop.”

  He pressed harder.

  “Too big,” I heard myself gasp as his head finally slid past my ring wishing to keep him out. “Holy fuck, too big.”

  “Shh.” He leaned over my back, his chest like a furnace to my already heated skin. “Worst is over.”

  Like hell, it was. Vigil was a man of restraint—no doubt about that, but I knew a beast lived inside his soul. He’d yet to unleash it, but he would. If I gave him permission.

  He ran his hands up and down my back, giving me time to adjust.

  “More,” I whispered the second I thought I couldn’t handle it.

  One flex of his ass gained him another inch, and I winced, grasping at his sheets again, whimpering.


  “I got you, wildcat.” He licked the shell of my ear, nibbled on my jaw, keeping the full weight of him on his elbows beside me. A slight pull out and another press stretched me, the raw burn curling my toes—and setting off sparks throughout my entire body.

  “Oh God,” I whispered, trying to lift toward him when he repeated the action.