The Outlaw Stakes His Claim (14 page)

“If you do that again I won’t last.” She didn’t know
how he had lasted this far. She had already gotten off twice, and although it
had been a miracle for her to orgasm in the past, she was already greedy for
more.

“I want you to own me, Dallas.” She couldn’t believe
those words had left her mouth, but they had, and there was no taking it back.

“You are mine, Hope.” Those words came from him like
a slap to her face, but it felt so damned good. He pulled out so only the head
of his erection was lodged in her body and then in one swift move buried the
rest of his dick inside of her so forcefully that she slid up the bed an inch.

She threw her head back, arched her neck, and opened
her mouth on a silent cry, and couldn’t contain the shiver that worked through her
body. He had hit something deep and sensitive inside of her, and she felt
herself grow impossibly wetter. And then it was like something was unleashed
inside of Dallas. He roared out and started pounding in and out of her with a
fierceness that startled even her. Her breasts shook from the force, and the
root of his cock nudged her clit on every thrust forward. Her arousal was
growing to a molten level that she knew it couldn’t be contained. Her third
orgasm was quickly
approaching,
and right before she
exploded from the ecstasy Dallas had his hand on her chin, gripped her flesh
tightly, and stilled inside of her.

“I want you to look at me when you come again,
Hope.” He was demanding, dominant, and so possessive that Hope had never
realized what she had been missing out on until this moment.

She nodded, not even knowing if he wanted a
response, but giving him one anyway. He smiled, but it wasn’t a soft, easygoing
one, but a grin that told of proprietary control and of ownership. Never had
Hope thought she would want to be dominated by a man, but this wasn’t her being
a doormat, but her willingly giving her body to him and accepting the pleasure
he gave in return.

And then he really started to fuck her. He pushed
into her and pulled back out so many times, and so hard and fast that her head
spun. Her heart raced, and she came harder than the last two times combined.
Hope didn’t stop herself from screaming out his name or feel embarrassed that
she was clawing at his arms as if she was trying to get closer to him. The
noises they both made combined into something so gritty and raw that if anyone
had been listening there was no mistaking that Dallas was fucking her good and
thoroughly.

“Look at me.”

She hadn’t realized she had closed her eyes until he
all but roared out those three words. She forced herself to open them despite
the pleasure moving through her like a tidal wave, and the sight before her
should have frightened her. Instead, seeing the flash of his bear flicker over
his face off and on was enough to have several mini climaxes bursting inside of
her. She gasped, opened her mouth and closed it again, and tried to focus as
lights flashed before her eyes.

“That’s it. See how much I want you, Hope.” He
slammed into her until he was rubbing that very sensitive spot deep in her body.
“See how much my bear wants you?” His voice was so deep and guttural that she
knew right now he was just as much animal as he was a human. He took hold of
both of her breasts in his hands, tweaked her nipples with his thumb and
forefingers until the sting of pain mixed with the euphoria, and he groaned
deeply. “I can’t even keep the bastard contained inside of me because he wants
you too fucking badly.” He closed his eyes and moaned out so loudly that she
was surprised the pictures on the walls didn’t shake.

Hope had never seen something so primal as the image
of Dallas barely holding onto his animal. She felt his cock thicken and then
felt the hard jets of his cum fill her up. When his orgasm waned and when he
pulled his cock from her, this warmth grew to a point she felt flushed and
sweaty. He had pumped so much cum into her that it slipped from her pussy and
slid down the crease of her ass. He braced himself above her with his hands by
her head, and she could see his forearms shake with the force he was using
trying to hold
himself
up. He moved to the side and
lay beside her, and for several seconds all they did was breathe in and out at
the same frantic pace. There was so much of his cum in her that even more
spilled from between her thighs. She shifted as a wet spot was already forming
on the bed. Dallas rolled to his side and wrapped a thickly corded arm around
her waist, and pulled her flush with his body. He immediately started kissing
the side of her neck and then proceeded to inhale deeply right below her ear.
And just like that his cock started to harden once again.

“You’re insatiable.” Her eyes were closed, but she
smiled through her words.

“Don’t worry, I know you’re sore. But when it comes
to you I know I’ll never get enough.” He held onto her chin again and turned
her head so she was facing him. Dallas kissed her deeply and slowly until she
couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. “But we do need to talk, baby,” he
murmured against her mouth.

“Yeah, we do, but not now.” She didn’t want to ruin
this high and the happiness that filled her with talk about the things that had
happened in her life, and she just knew that whatever Dallas needed to tell her
was probably not very pleasant either. “Okay?”

He smoothed his hand over her head and smiled, and
Hope could see it was genuine. “Okay.” He leaned in and kissed her softly, and
they lay there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. “I have to go to
Denver tomorrow, but I’d like to get together after that, maybe go to the lake
so we can talk, if that’s okay with you?” For such a big man he was so gentle
with her.

“I’d like that.” And then she buried her face in his
chest, inhaled deeply until the scent of him was embedded in her head, and for
the first time in her life let herself only feel comfort and acceptance from
someone, and actually know it was real. And how sad was that when they had only
met days before? But she wasn’t questioning where her life was going, and she
was only going to take one step in front of the other from this moment forward.

****

The Grizzlies had entered Denver three hours ago. It
was late, but they needed the shadows of the night to help make this a smooth
trip. They had taken the vans and left their bikes back in Steel Corner. The
Harleys were too loud, and right now they needed to go unnoticed. Although
there wasn’t anything the authorities could do if they were stopped, seeing as
they had done nothing wrong, the females had already been through enough, and
that kind of attention on a bunch of beaten women wouldn’t go over very well
for anyone.

Court was driving the van that was leading everyone
to the warehouse where the women were being held temporarily. It was a large
industrial building in a rundown part of the city that had once been booming
with activity. Now it just looked dead to the world. They parked the three vans
beside one another. Dallas was driving one of them and cut the engine. He heard
the other two grow silent as well, and then they were all climbing out and
heading toward the rear dock doors. As soon as they approached it one of
Lucien’s men had it opened and gestured them inside. The interior was just as
shitty as the exterior, with rust covering everything, beams looking like
they’d cave at any second, and the smell of mold clogging his nose. Jagger led
them through the debilitated warehouse until they were coming into a vast room
that held cots all lined up. Dallas stopped, as did the rest of the Grizzlies,
and stared out at the females, who were either sitting on the cots, or huddled
close together. It was a sad picture, but what was worse was the fact their
faces were so bruised and beaten to hell. His bear rose up with the clear pain
these women felt, but he couldn’t allow that sort of destruction to show
itself
right now. Whatever vengeance was exacted was on
Lucien and his men, and it was theirs to dish out.

He glanced at Diesel and Brick who stood beside him,
sensed their anger and their animals rising, too, and knew that every MC member
wanted blood on their hands for what had been done. But even though Dallas
would still have been filled with hatred and violence if he had been here
before he met Hope, now that she was in his life all of this put new meaning to
everything. He couldn’t help but think of her standing amongst those women,
their tears dried but the lingering scent strong enough to overpower the stench
of age and decay in the building.

There was a woman amongst the battered ones who looked
untouched by the violence. She went around, soothed and comforted them, and
even dressed the wounds. There was a shifting in the air beside him, and Dallas
looked to his side to see Stinger watching that unhurt female. What surprised
Dallas though was the fact Stinger’s bear wasn’t just angry over the situation,
but that there was also this instant interest concerning that female. The scent
of that filled his nose with a pretty hard-core possessive aroma.

“Not now, man,” Dallas gritted out in a low voice.
He didn’t know what the fuck was up with Stinger’s bear, but the bastard needed
to rein that shit in because now was not the time for it.

Stinger shook his head and then looked at Dallas.
Before either could say anything the sound of footsteps coming from the right
had everyone looking in that direction. Lucien and a few of his men had come
out of a backroom. His face was grim, blood covered Lucien’s once white shirt, and
his knuckles were red and swollen from clearly hitting something. No one needed
to ask what he had been doing, because clearly there was a little payback going
on.

He stopped in front of Jagger, and the two nodded
once and then slapped each other on the backs. “These are the girls.” Lucien
held his arms out to the females, and they all faced forward again. “Right now
I am just going to keep them at the whorehouse. It’s got enough rooms, so they
will be safe, and it is off the map.”

“You look into the property I told you about?”

Lucien nodded but kept his attention on the women.
“Yeah, and thanks for that, man. I have one of my guys working over the numbers
and the land layout. It looks like it might be the perfect place to have them
set up until they can get on their feet.” Lucien turned and looked at each of
them before staring at Jagger again. “After they move on we can still use it
for club business, so it’s a win-win.” He tipped his chin toward the backroom.
“Come on, I don’t want to talk about this shit where the women can hear.”

They followed Lucien and his crew, and once they
were inside and the door was shut behind them the scent of blood became
overpowering. There were four guys all tied to chairs in the center of the
room. Their faces were beaten to hell, swollen and so bloody that there was no
way they were even recognizable. Two of The Brothers of Menace bikers stood off
to the side, their shirts just as bloody and their knuckles just as swollen and
busted up as Lucien’s.

“These are the motherfuckers that thought it was a
good idea to beat on women.”

One of the guys mumbled something, but when he
opened his mouth wider a tooth fell to the ground right along with a large
amount of saliva and blood.

“We’re just getting started on them, and we got a
little bet on which one will pass out first, and which one will choke on his
own blood.”

Lucien’s men chuckled darkly, but this wasn’t the
most disturbing shit Dallas or the Grizzlies had seen, or participated in. Because
it concerned women Dallas was a firm believer in making the guilty party pay in
kind. Lucien grabbed a rag from one of his guys and cleaned off his hands, but
they still stayed red-tinged.

“There are twenty girls in that room, and although
they grew up in pretty shitty homes, are no stranger to violence or the
ugliness of what some consider ‘love’, and chose this profession as a way to
make their money, no woman deserves to be beaten.” The anger in Lucien’s voice
was tangible.

“One of your men told you what happened to those
girls?” Diesel asked.

Lucien nodded. “Yeah, Josh is the leader of a small
gang here in Denver. Helps keep shit in line on his territory, but he has a
cousin that makes her living being an escort.” Lucien turned around and walked
over to one of the guys tethered to the chair. He slammed his fist into the
side of the guy’s head with enough force that it cocked to the side and the
chair tipped over. The Brothers started chuckling as the guy on the floor
gasped and groaned. Blood made a trail down his temple and slid over his face
to pool in the corner of one of his eyes. “This motherfucker right here thought
it would be fun to get all wasted, have him and his guys do a train on these
girls and gang-rape them, and then beat the shit out of them.” He kicked the
guy on the floor in the stomach. Lucien took a step back just as the guy
started having spasms. He flailed like a fish out of water, but no one moved,
and instead just watched him until he finally passed out.

“You just want us to take the girls to your safe-house,
right?” Jagger asked, but his focus was trained on the guy still on the ground.
Lucien had already said as much.

“Yeah.
I could have transported them myself, but I trust you and your crew, and wanted
to make sure those women are safe.” Lucien looked at the men still seated and
fucked up beyond recognition. “Besides, we have some business here to take care
of.” Lucien cracked his knuckles and looked up at his men. The rest of The Brothers
of Menace took a step forward, violence and rage written across their faces. “I
have a few men waiting at the house for your arrival.” Lucien turned and looked
at Jagger, and then slowly looked at each of the Grizzly members. “Thank you
for helping me. I may not know these women, and I may have done some royally
fucked-up shit in my day, but this kind of abuse and pain brought on to them,”
Lucien shook his head and gritted his teeth, “this I can’t have.”