Dakota's Claim

by Jenika Snow

  “I love you,” Dakota said against her ear, only loud enough for her to hear.

  And she loved him. God, did she love him, possessive attitude and all.

  Chapter Eleven

  One month later

  Pulse, a brand new nightclub in Denver, was packed full. It was Friday night, and the underground room they were currently in beat, pulsed, and was alive with the bodies gyrating, dancing, and all but fucking each other on the main floor. The music that played meshed seamlessly together, and not one moment of silence filled the place as the newest songs blasted overhead. Tawny was one of those people moving in the center of the large room, the darkness, flashing, neon lighting seeming to make the entire atmosphere more sexually charged. She was getting drunk, already had a nice buzz going on, and was having a good time with the man she loved.

  Drea and Darius, Dakota’s younger twin brother and sister, had tagged along, but they had already found people to grind up against. Lina, Stinger’s daughter, had also tagged along, and Tawny could see her at the bar talking to a younger man in a Marine uniform. There were a few other Grizzly MC and Brothers of Menace kids somewhere in the large, almost cavern style club, but Tawny was focused on only one person.

  Dakota was right in front of her, his knee between her thighs, the friction and pressure of that limb causing her pussy to become wet. She was hot, and not just temperature wise. Her nipples poked through her tank top, her thong wet from her pussy cream, and sweat beaded her back and between her thighs. It was cold outside, snowy and closing in on Christmas, but she wore a skirt, a short as hell one, and this slinky little top that showed off her cleavage, and left her entire back exposed.

  Dakota leaned in, slid his fingertips slowly over her lower back, and she felt like his skin was scorching her. He applied more pressure with his knee right up against her barely covered pussy, pulled her harder into his chest with his hand to her back, and moved his mouth to her ear. “You look hot as hell, baby, but seeing all these fuckers stare at you, picture you without anything on, is starting to really piss me off.”

  She moved her hands up his thickly corded and muscular arms until she curled her fingers into his t-shirt covered shoulders. She had known wearing something so revealing would probably toy with Dakota’s already razor-edged possessive and territorial urges toward her. But this was a nightclub, everyone was dressed like this, and as much as she loved him and his protectiveness toward her, she also knew he needed to trust her. She felt his erection pressing against her belly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rose on her toes to press her lips lightly against his.

  “Who am I here with?” She pressed her pussy down on his leg. “Who is the male that has gotten me so wet right now I can feel my cream soaking my panties?” She said against his lips. He groaned, lifted his leg a little higher, and she gasped out at the pleasure that caused.

  “You keep talking like that, and I’ll be tempted to take you to one of the dark corners, push your skirt up and over your big, sweet ass, and pull your panties aside so I can slide my cock into you.”

  God, he had a filthy mouth, but she loved it.

  “I only want you. All other guys don’t even compare, so let’s forget about them.” She pressed her lips to his fully, and he instantly deepened the kiss. He tasted of the one shot of whiskey he had, but that had been an hour ago, and since then he had been drinking water. He was being safe because he had to drive them home. She let herself go, felt the buzz of the liquor she had been drinking, and knew that she trusted Dakota with her life. There was no doubt he’d protect her with his last breath.

  “How about getting me another drink?” She leaned back and smirked at him. Knowing that so many people surrounded them didn’t deter her from slipping her hand between their bodies, curling her fingers around his rock hard erection that pressed against his jeans, and saying in a low voice, “Tonight I will be the one fucking you.”

  Of course she knew that wasn’t the case, because Dakota was all male, masculine and dominant, and every time they had been together he always had control. She liked it that way, but teasing him, making him groan and slightly close his eyes with pleasure, was worth it all and turned her on.

  “You’re killing me here, baby. I’ll come right in my damn pants before I even leave the club.” He moved his lips to her neck, ran his tongue along her throat, and she heard him groan softly. “I love the way you taste when you’re sweaty. You’re sweet and salty, and all mine, Tawny.”

  That had her grinning and leaning up to give him a fast peck. He groaned, pulled back, and stared down at her.

  “You sure you’re okay for another one?”

  She lifted her arms above her head, her shirt rising up slowly and showing off her slightly rounded belly. Tawny smiled. She loved that she was thick and curvy, and that it drove her male wild with need. Slowly moving to the music, she started dancing just for Dakota. It was sensual, erotic, and she could see the effect it had on him as he watched her with heavy-lidded eyes and this fierce, animal quality to his expression. Tawny had never been so bold before, not with a man. Yes, her past relationships had been somewhat sexual, but she had never blatantly tempted them like she was doing with Dakota.

  He made a gruff noise, and said in a voice low, but loud enough that she could hear, “You stay right here where I can see you, baby.”

  She nodded and kept dancing for him. The music washed through her, and the heat and alcohol made her feel lightheaded. She watched as he moved through the people, pushing away the ones that weren’t smart enough to move out of his way. The bar was only about fifteen feet from where she stood, and once Dakota was at the counter he glanced at her once more. She smiled seductively, moved her hands down her breasts, teased him as she lightly cupped them, and laughed softly when she saw him curse. The line for drinks was long, and for the next few minutes it was just her dancing for her male. He was still hard, that much was clear by the monstrous bulge pressing against his jeans. He clearly didn’t care what anyone thought, or who saw, because he reached down and adjusted himself. But then it was his turn to get the drink, and he moved so he wasn’t looking at her any longer.

  Tawny closed her eyes, continued to dance, and got lost in the feelings of swaying, the heat in the room, and just feeling very good and content in where she was in her life right now. She didn’t know how long she danced alone, but the feeling of hands moving around her waist from behind her, of warm breath along her neck, and her leaning back and smiling. Dakota was insatiable. She pressed her ass back against his crotch, and loved that he moved his hands up and stopped right before he got to her breasts.

  He said in a low voice by her ear, “Damn, girl, you sure can move.”

  Tawny pushed away from the guy that was behind her, the male that was definitely not Dakota. He swayed a little, the scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke coming off of him strongly. He was also sweaty, his shirt soaked clean through. She wrinkled her nose, feeling disgust that this male had touched her, rubbed his dick on her ass, and she had approved it all because she hadn’t known any better. Tawny glanced at the bar, saw Dakota talking to the bartender, and when she looked at the drunken asshole in front of her again it was to see he had moved closer.

  “Come on, dance with me,” he said and wrapped his arm around her waist again. Tawny pushed him back, but he made a grab for her again.

  “I’m about two seconds away from kneeing you in the balls if you don’t back the fuck off.”

  He stared at her, sweat sliding down his forehead, and then made a move at her again. He was either too drunk to realize what the hell he was doing, he didn’t care, or he was a stupid asshole. She was ready though to knock his nuts up his throat if he touched her again. Living in a biker family meant Tawny didn’t put up with anyone’s shit. Before he could touch her again she saw an imposing shadow cross over this assholes body, and the prick’s eyes widen in clear fear as he stared over her shoulder. She turned around and saw Dakota standing behind her. He held a
mixed drink in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He was staring at the douche that had touched her, his nostrils flaring and his face a mask of anger. Yeah, Dakota had seen what the other guy had done, and he was pissed.

  He dropped the mixed drink and water on the ground, and despite the loud music surrounding them she heard that glass shattering. Liquid splashed on her legs, and then Dakota had her upper arm in his hand, pulled her back behind him, and went after the guy without any question or threat. He slammed his fist into the side of the guy’s face, and the other male fell to the floor instantly. Dakota picked him up by the collar of his shirt, hauled him off the ground, and punched him in the face twice more before letting him go. Blood pooled out of the guy’s nose and mouth, and he stumbled back. People started moving backward from the violence, but it was clear Dakota wasn’t finished. He went after the guy again, but she rushed forward and grabbed his shirt, pulling him back, or trying to.

  “Dakota, stop, please.” She tried to pull him backward, but it was like trying to stop a derailed freight train. “Dakota, stop. You’re making a scene.” She screamed out this time, hoping he heard her. Tawny sure as hell did not want Dakota killing this guy, and she didn’t know if her male would be able to stop if he really got into this.

  He stopped, looked over his shoulder at her, and the rage she saw on his face was like a blast of cold air. She let go of his shirt and felt her own anger rise.

  “You think this little motherfucker should walk away without repercussions for touching someone else’s woman? On laying his hands on what isn’t his?” Dakota was raising his voice now, and she looked over his shoulder to see the guy rise and stumble backward, a bloody mess. Dakota turned, and making this low sound that resembled a Grizzly male going in for the kill, he reared his leg back and punted the guy. His boot connected with the male’s gut hard enough that he had the other guy all but sliding across the ground.

  “God, Dakota,” she said through her tears of anger. “What the hell? You’re going to kill him.”

  He shrugged and faced her fully. He wiped his knuckles on his pants, cleaning off the blood. “And he’d deserve it for touching you when you’re not his, and when I heard you tell him to stop.”

  She was on edge that it had gotten this far, that the bouncers were coming toward them to kick their asses out, and that the male she loved felt the need to beat everyone that he thought was a threat. Tawny didn’t respond, just turned and pushed her way past the crowd, up the stairs that led to the exit, and pushed the doors open. The cold air, her emotions, and the situation had her sobering. It was snowing, and another gust of wind slammed into her. Her skin tightened from the cold, and she wrapped her arms around her middle. She shouldn’t have just left him in the club like that, or their other friends for that matter, but she was angry and fresh air sounded better than making the scene even bigger.

  She didn’t even have the keys to his car to get in and stay warm. She turned, knowing she couldn’t stand out here in what she was wearing, and saw Dakota coming out of the club. He held her coat and purse in his hand that she had left with the coat clerk, and this look of apology covered his face. He came up to her, wrapped her coat around her shoulders, and pulled her in close to his body. Tawny didn’t fight it, didn’t want to.

  “I’m sorry, baby.”

  She shook her head and grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer. “You don’t have to apologize for wanting to protect me, Dakota. I just wish you knew when to stop before it gets so out of hand,” she said against his chest. “I could have handled one drunk trying to make moves on me, and you wouldn’t have been at risk of going to jail for assault.”

  He exhaled, ran a hand over her head, and she felt him nod. “I know, baby. You are tough, but I told you that I can’t control myself when it concerns you and assholes trying to think they can touch you.” He pulled her back, cupped her cheeks, and the genuine look of apology on Dakota’s face had her emotion lessening and coming back to the surface calm and collected.

  “You just get so intense over stuff like that, Dakota. You don’t need to, because I love you, am here with you, and nothing will ever change that.”

  He pulled her tighter into the warmth of his chest, and she knew that she loved this man more than anything. They would definitely have their trials and tribulations, but she wasn’t going anywhere. They just had to find that happy medium.

  “He’ll survive, by the way,” he said, and she started laughing, knowing he was probably being serious in trying to ease her anger further.

  “Please just promise me that if something like this happens again you’ll think about it before you start cracking skulls?” She pulled back and looked into his face. Tawny loved that he felt the need to hurt anyone that came after her, and she didn’t fault him for any of that, but they needed to work through these bursts of territorial male. Tawny didn’t want people getting hurt because Dakota was an over the top alpha.

  “I can try, Tawny baby.” He cupped her face and kissed her hard. “I’ll try really fucking hard, but when it comes to you, I feel like this beast is inside of me, wanting to tear shit up to make sure you stay mine.”

  She smiled and cupped his cheek. “I am yours, Dakota,” she whispered against his lips. “Nothing and no one will change that. We waited years to be here together, and I am not about to let anything ruin that.” And he wasn’t, because to her Dakota was the only one for her, and she was the only one for him.

  ****

  The night had ended with them back at his place, her on his couch, and Dakota putting in a movie for them to watch. It was a very anti-climatic ending to their otherwise active evening, but this was what she wanted. Yes, her man was definitely a bad boy all the way through, and although she did like that about him, liked that he wanted to take care of her in the most elemental sense by defending her honor, she liked the stillness of these quiet evenings just as much. Dakota put the DVD in and turned around with a big smile on his face. The lights were off, and the glow from the TV had his muscles shown in stark contrast. He sat beside her on the couch, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close.

  Tawny grabbed the blanket that was over the back of the couch and covered them with it, snuggled against his hard as hell body, and couldn’t help the warmth that filled her. When she saw the opening scene she rolled her eyes and looked at Dakota. He wore this huge grin, and she chuckled softly. “Really?” The soft porn scene before her was poorly shot, and the big, clearly fake breasts on the screen bounced.

  “What?” He was still grinning, and then lifted his eyebrows as he feigned innocence. This wasn’t about Dakota needing to watch a fuck flick, but the fact this was the cheesiest one around, a soft-core porno, and one that was more comical than anything else.

  “This looks like a home movie.”

  He chuckled again. “It’s not mine, trust me. Link came over a few days back after getting beer and movies for the club. He ended up leaving this gem at my place, and I just haven’t gotten it back to him. This movie should really be classified as a comedy for how poorly it is done.”

  She snorted, knowing what he meant. She stared at the screen, heard the cheesy, loud screams from the heroine, and suppressed her smile. The murderer came charging through the woods just as the couple on screen, who were having sex on the forest floor, climaxed. The killer cut both of their heads off and promptly ran back into the woods. It was almost painful to watch, but it did have the effect of lightening the mood after the brawl at the club.

  “What a way to go,” Dakota said and started laughing when she elbowed him.

  “This is so bad, Dakota.” She wheezed the sentence out as she tried and failed to hold in her laughter.

  “You love it.”

  She nodded and wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye as the killer was on the move again. They sat in silence for the rest of the god-awful movie, and when the last scene played out Tawny rolled her eyes. Of course the lone survivors were ha
ving sex despite a killer hunting them down. As the characters clothes started to come off Tawny became more aware of Dakota, of the heat of his body, and the fact she wanted him desperately. She could see him out of her peripheral vision, and wondered if he was not focusing on the movie either, and thinking about how going to his room was a much better option to end the evening.

  Her lips felt too dry, and she licked them as she noticed the look of heat come from Dakota. His gaze dipped down to her mouth, and her breathing stalled. The longer they stared at each other, the more her blood raced and her need for this male intensified. Dakota leaned in close, his warm breath smelling faintly of mint. Her heart started beating faster. They started kissing, soft and slow and steady, but became even more heated and passionate as the seconds ticked by. She pulled back, breathed out roughly, and wanted more than this. She wanted it all with this male.

  “Thanks for the cheesy movie, but I’d much rather spend the rest of the night in your bed, Dakota.”

  He watched her, a mask of arousal covering his features, and this intense, sexual heat coming from him. Her breath stalled at the pure animalistic magnetism that his one look held. Holy fucking shit, did this man know what kind of effect he had on her? Did he know how much she loved him?

  “God, woman, you drive me so fucking crazy, but I love it.” He was off the couch and had her in his arms seconds later and then he was taking her into his room, slamming the door shut, and giving her exactly what she wanted … all of him.

  Epilogue

  One year later

  Tawny rested her head back on the couch and stared out the front window in Dakota’s apartment in River Run. Yeah, they had really done it, moved in together, gone the whole serious, exclusive route officially, and she loved every minute of it. She may live with Dakota now, but she was only a half hour drive from her family and The Grizzlies. She still saw them all the time, needed to because they were so intricately woven into her life. But this was her world now, where she wanted to be, and having her family and the club supportive of her decision meant that she was content, in love, and not having to worry about feeling like she was betraying her family’s decision and opinions.