by Jenika Snow
She felt herself freeze up, couldn’t form any words in retort. He lifted a dark eyebrow, and she grew even more pissed and annoyed by his attitude.
“Bodhi, leave her alone. Come on and finish patching me up because I want to get the fuck out of here.”
The sound of a deep, purely masculine voice behind this shifter named Bodhi had everything in Saya warming and softening again. She noticed the way Bodhi inhaled, his eyes narrowing, and this growl leaving him. He leaned in close, and she forced herself to hold her ground.
“You don’t want dick, my ass, buttercup. You reek of arousal.” He pulled back and stepped aside, and she immediately looked at the shifter she’d initially come here to see.
He sat on this busted as hell bench, his legs slightly braced apart, his forearms resting on his thighs. He was shirtless still, but had on track shorts. When he saw her he straightened, and she swore she saw this flash of recognition move across his face. She took note that he was even more stunning up close, with beads of sweat trailing down his hard, defined chest. But she also immediately saw the nasty claw and bite marks on his side.
“Bodhi, can you give me a minute?”
Bodhi stood there for a second, but then nodded. “Yeah, Jakob.”
Jakob.
She didn’t know why finding out his name gave her so much pleasure, but it did. There was also this little warning bell going off inside of her head, not because of him specifically, but because she could tell he was a bad boy all the way through.
“I’ve seen you,” he said in a deep voice that had her skin tightening and her heart racing even more.
But words failed her still, and her throat squeezed shut on her.
What exactly do you want from him? Why are you here?
Ever since the incident five years ago, Saya hadn’t been with any guys, not even dated them. A part of her was afraid, not just for hurting her father and the club again, but because of not trusting herself and her judgment.
But what are you doing right now? This is unlike you.
And it was, but for some reason Saya had found herself on the other side of this curtain, staring at a bear shifter she’d only seen through her apartment window. The desire to say something, anything so she didn’t just stand here like a fool, weighed heavily on her, but instead everything in her froze up.
“Be careful, baby girl, and don’t take any shit from anyone.”
Her father’s words played in her head, and she found herself turning and leaving like an asshole. Yeah, she’d just turned and left Jakob sitting on that table, probably thinking she was an idiot.
She went up to Trist. “I have to go.” Everything was closing in on her, and she couldn’t breathe. Saya couldn’t understand why she suddenly felt like this.
“Hey, are you okay?” Trist asked, moving away from her boyfriend and facing Saya fully. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
Saya shook her head and breathed in and out slowly. “I’m fine, just need some fresh air. I’m going to go outside.”
“We can leave now.”
Saya shook her head again. “I just need some fresh air. Just meet me out there when you’re done. No rush,” she managed to say before turning and pushing her way past the thick crush of bodies. She ascended the stairs and finally made her way out the back door. The guy that had been giving them a hard time was out there, smoking another cigarette.
He didn’t speak, but she was fine with that, thankful even. Moving over to Trist’s car, she realized it was locked, but leaned back against it and tilted her head back. Eyes closed and breathing in and out slowly, she felt herself start to relax. She had no clue why she’d freaked out like that, but it was annoying and embarrassing as hell.
“You fucked up or something?” the guy guarding the door said.
But the way he phrased it was kind of mocking, and the urge to flip him off was strong. Instead Saya just closed her eyes again and focused on the wind moving over her. Seconds ticked by, and she felt herself level out again, and started feeling even more like an idiot.
“Hey, I asked if you’re fucked up?”
The guy’s voice was right in front of her now, his warm breath moving over her face. She snapped her eyes up and straightened.
“Shit, what the fuck?” Moving to the side and away from him, she felt like molasses had been blasted all over her skin, and it was all because of the way this asshole looked at her, and the fact he was so damn close.
“You okay?” he asked, but grinned, as if maybe hoping she wasn’t.
Nasty.
“I’m fine.”
Fuck off.
He took a step toward her, and she straightened, not about to take this shit. Her dad and the club had shown herself how to make sure she was protected if they weren’t around. If this prick wanted to come after her because he thought she was an easy target, Saya would make sure he hurt before he could touch her.
She would not be anyone’s victim ever again.
Chapter Five
Jakob had felt the instant charge and pull when he looked into the blue eyes of the female. She was the same woman he’d seen leaving the apartment complex when he went to pick up Gabe, the same one that had him on instant alert, had his bear rising up, had his dick punching out hard, insistent.
For just a second he sat there, staring at the disgusting curtain that blocked him from seeing her escape, and fought with himself for only a millisecond on whether or not he should go after her. It made no sense, but he’d smelled her interest in him, her arousal and curiosity, even her confusion on why she felt the way she did. He could relate, and because he’d never felt anything remotely like this, he wasn’t going to let her walk away. He wasn’t going to just ignore this consuming feeling he had for the human female.
He reached over and grabbed his shirt, pulled the curtain aside, and pushed past the asshole trying to block his way. The other Grizzlies looked at him with strange expressions, but he just lifted his hand in a dismissive gesture, and took the stairs two at a time. Once at the landing he shut the door to the cellar and went out back.
Stepping outside, he inhaled deeply. Yeah, she’d walked away from him, and fuck yeah he didn’t know her from the next female on the street, but he’d seen that spark of connection in her eyes, too. It was the same thing he felt as soon as he’d seen her earlier today.
He noticed her right away, standing by a car with some motherfucker in front of her. Even though they were outside and a good distance away, he scented the male’s interest in her. That had Jakob’s bear moving swiftly, an unusual reaction because it was more protective than aroused.
“I can help you if you need it,” the male said, and moved closer to her.
Jakob growled low, able to hear the way the fucker’s heart started beating faster, the excitement coming off of him clear.
“If you don’t back the fuck off I’ll kick your balls so far inside of you you’ll have a vagina.”
She had some fire in her. Jakob fucking loved that.
“You’re a little thing to be making those kinds of threats.” He moved another inch closer to her.
“And you’re a dumb fuck for not taking my threat seriously.”
The guy reached out for her, and Jakob stepped forward, about to shift and kill this prick for the fact he was trying to take something from her she wasn’t willingly offering. He watched her in action, every part of him coming alive in that one moment as he watched her handle herself and bring the little fucker to his knees.
She slapped him across the face first, and when he made this angry sound she kicked him right in the nuts. The bastard fell to the ground, one hand curling in the dirt, the other cupping his dick and balls.
“I warned you. My dad taught me how to handle myself. You should remember that the next time you try to mess with someone.”
Jakob’s dick got hard, his bear getting warm , and he felt pleasure moving through his veins at the fact she was this little spitfire. He found himself moving closer to
her. It wasn’t until he was close enough to her he could see the rapid pulse beat at the base of her throat that she finally lifted her gaze from the guy on the ground to look at Jakob. For a second they did nothing but stare at each other, and he heard her heart beat faster, smelled the sweet scent of her interest for him.
Say something, asshole.
“You handled yourself pretty damn good,” Jakob said and looked at the human male still groaning on the ground. “Get the fuck out of here.”
The guy picked his sorry ass up off the ground and stumbled away. The sound of the back door opening and closing was loud, but not nearly as loud as her breathing or her pulse racing.
“You followed me out here?” She asked it like a question, but there was more curiosity and interest in her voice.
“I followed you because you came to me then ran.” This sensation inside of him was not something he’d ever felt, not even before this black hole consumed him. He couldn’t even describe the emotions he had when he’d first seen her. All he knew was that it had taken root in him, and he knew that if they hadn’t met up tonight he would have tracked her down again, needing that rush move through him.
She looked on at the ground, and he could sense she was embarrassed over her leaving like she had, but she had no reason to be.
“Yeah, I looked like an asshole—”
“No, you didn’t.” This exchange was slightly awkward, only because he didn’t know her, not even her name, and this chemistry he felt, he knew she felt it, too. It coated the air around them, filled every pore on his body, and made him feel like being with her was right, good. It was crazy as fuck, and not something he’d ever thought he’d experience. But he was rolling with it because he didn’t want it to end.
He opened his mouth, not sure what he’d say, but before he could speak a word the sound of the back door opening and closing again came through. Looking over his shoulder he saw a goth looking girl come out with Brinx, the man that ran the fights. The goth girl turned and said something to Brinx, but Jakob was more attuned to the human female that kept him captivated.
“What’s your name?” He looked at his female. My female? Shaking his head, he waited for her to answer. Of course Jakob would find her again, because he wasn’t about to let this go.
She didn’t answer for a second, but she finally licked her lips and said, “Saya.”
Saya.
He rolled her name around in his head over and over again, loving the way it made him feel, the rush it gave him. She was gorgeous, fucking hot, but it wasn’t just her looks and curvy as fuck body that had him going. No, she could handle herself, something he found immensely attractive. He could tell she was levelheaded, knew what she wanted in life, but was also a little standoffish. He sensed this wall, nothing major, but still in place that kept him fully back.
Had she been hurt in the past?
That thought had him feeling rage and protection again.
“I’m Jakob.”
She nodded slowly. “I know. I heard that other Patch say it.”
Patch?
Did she know about the Grizzlies, or was it more personal? Someone not affiliated with an MC wouldn’t necessarily know their lingo, but she’d said it fluidly and smoothly, like she’d lived it, been around it.
And you got that all from her uttering that one word.
“You okay, Saya?” The female voice behind Jakob had him closing his mouth and straightening. He turned and saw the goth girl moving up beside him, eyeing him up and down, and then standing beside Saya.
“I’m good,” Saya said, and the smile she gave him had every part of him tensing in that good way.
“I better go,” she said this time, and the goth girl moved over to the driver’s side door. Once it was just the two of them again Saya smiled gently.
He wanted to take her scent into his lungs, breathe in every part of her until he knew everything about her. He’d be able to find her by smell alone, but he wanted more than that.
“I’m sorry I just left like that. I didn’t know what in the hell to say.” She turned and opened the passenger side door, and looked over her shoulder at him. “Nice fight, by the way.”
“Saya,” he said her name, stopping her from getting in the car. “Next time you don’t have to run.”
She smiled again and nodded, and he didn’t stop her from getting in. He’d see her again, that was a fucking guarantee.
Chapter Six
Havoc was in the corner of the room, a club whore grinding her bare pussy on his crotch, shaking her ass, her tits swinging. Jakob grabbed his beer and took a pull from the bottle, not sure why he was even watching the scene, but definitely not giving a shit. All he could think about was Saya.
Saya.
Yeah, even saying her name got him stiff.
“Come on, Daddy, let me feel that big cock of yours getting hard,” said Precious, the club whore trying to get a rise—literally and figuratively—out of Havoc. She was looking over her shoulder at him, her hands on her tits, and was twerking like a motherfucker on the Patch. But all Havoc did was lean back in the chair, grab the bottle of whiskey, drink three gulps before setting it back down, and then slap her ass.
She squealed and grinned, started grinding herself even more firmly on him, and that’s when Jakob turned away from the scene. He’d been hard for Saya, but just looking at Precious going to work on Havoc had Jakob’s cock nearly turning in on itself.
Not a pretty fucking thing at all.
Jakob got up and headed out of the bar area of the MC and down the hallway to his room. He saw a club whore and a prospect making out up against his wall.
“Get the fuck out, and don’t ever come in here to do this bullshit. This is my place.”
The prospect and bitch left, and Jakob slammed his door shut. Heading into the bathroom and turning on the light, he looked at himself in the mirror and braced his hands on the sink. His dark hair was in disarray around his head, and dark circles lined under his eyes. He sported a bruise on his cheek, something he’d not realized he’d gotten from the fight the other night until the next day.
Grabbing his shirt and pulling it up and over his head, he tossed it aside and looked down at his side. It had only been a couple of days since the brawl, and although the wounds were still nasty as fuck, they were healing.
He went over to the shower, turned it on, and before it heated he stepped in. He washed quickly, hoping the chilled water would calm his arousal, but all it did was make it worse. Once out of the shower he grabbed a towel, dried off, and wrapped it around his waist.
He left the bathroom and lay down on the bed, thinking maybe sleeping would help to calm him down. But the truth was he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Saya since he first saw her at that apartment building, when she’d been totally oblivious that some sick fuck was checking her out, getting hard from just the sight of her.
Jakob didn’t know why he had this instant obsession with her, but he wasn’t going to ignore it either, not even if that was what was best. He knew nothing about her, but he wanted to know more … he wanted to know everything.
Her big tits, wide hips, and luscious as hell ass had him so fucking hard his cock ached, his balls drawn up tight. Reaching down, he adjusted his cock through the towel and grunted at that small contact. Damn, he fucking wanted her like a fiend, and how twisted was that?
He pulled his towel away and grabbed his cock, not caring what he was about to do, even if he should. Yeah, he was going to be a fucker and jerk off while thinking about Saya. Closing his eyes, Jakob thought about Saya in his room, standing before him in nothing but a pair of white panties. A groan ripped from him.
She’d have a trimmed thatch of dark hair covering her cunt, and he’d be able to see it through the thin material. She’d do whatever he said at his command, and her big tits would sway slightly as she moved toward him. She’d want him so fucking much.
Jakob started really jerking himself off then, stroking his ha
nd over his dick from root to tip and feeling the tug of pleasure at the base of his spine.
Her nipples would be so hard, so fucking hard his mouth watered for a taste. Jakob held in his groan at the visual he created, at the pleasure thinking about Saya caused. Starting to really stroke himself, he kept his eyes closed and pictured what he’d do to her, all the dirty fucking things he’d do to her. He’d spread her thighs, and smooth his hands down her inner legs, touching every part of her, making her his in all ways. He’d touch her pussy, pull her labia apart, and then feast on the pink center. She’d be begging for more, pleading for him to make her come. He wouldn’t deny her, wouldn’t make her suffer, because watching her get off would be the best fucking aphrodisiac.
His throat tightened as pleasure moved through his body, starting at the base of his spine and encompassing every inch of him. He stroked his cock faster, applying more pressure to the shaft, needing to get off.
Fuck, I want her.
His chest rose and fell hard, his breathing coming in short bursts, and the pleasure coming on stronger, taking his very sanity. His abdomen clenched, his muscles tensed, and his jaw went tight as his orgasm rushed to the surface. The hot jets of his jizz covered his chest, and all the while he thought about Saya, thought about how just seeing her made him feel like that darkness wouldn’t consume him completely.
He wanted to make her his. His bear wanted her as his mate, as only his.
I want in her body, to claim her pussy.
When he was finally able to breathe normally, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. After a moment he sat up, looked down at the mess he’d made on his abs, and felt self-disgust fill him. He’d just masturbated to a female he didn’t even know, a female that clearly ran from him and what she might feel.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. He wasn’t one to follow the rules, obviously, because he was a Grizzly Patch, after all. He’d also never been one to want a female so badly he couldn’t even think straight, couldn’t get her off his mind. But Saya was making him want to break a lot of fucking personal rules and cross lines to get her.
