Hunted (Dauntless MC Book 1) (6 page)

The knock on the door caused Grace to jump and she braced herself for opening it to a man who intimidated the shit out of her. She made her way over to the front door and took a deep breath to steady herself.

She opened it to see Talon dressed in black and smelling divine. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t so damn good looking. His tight t-shirt pulled across his massive chest and even the patch laden leather vest he wore over it didn’t hide his size.

He raised a sardonic brow and then proceeded to horrify her with the first statement out of his mouth. “Do you like what you see?” He stalked in her direction and kicked the door shut with his biker boot. “Because I think that’s a good thing, being that I own you and all. I mean… I’m sure you wouldn’t want to be with a man you find loathsome.”

It dawned on her that this man had a pretty extensive vocabulary. He was really quite articulate for a criminal. “Nobody owns me.” She turned to walk away from him but he swung her around to pull her to him, saying nothing as he stared down at her.

She palmed his chest and he pulled her closer to grind into her. Oh fuck, this would be so much easier if the heat surging through her core would stop.

“I can’t date you.”

“That’s funny, Grace. Real. Fucking. Funny. Bikers don’t date. We take what we want just like I’m taking you. I own your ass, sweetie.”

“That is ludicrous. People don’t own people.”

“The fuck they don’t. You’re property now, my fucking property. I’m Dauntless MC, baby, and I take that shit real serious as do the rest of my brothers. If you’re
dating
anyone, as you so eloquently worded it, you should probably quit seeing him. You don’t want to be responsible for someone’s death now, do you?” By now, he had leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll consummate my ownership of you real soon.”

“The spaghetti is burning. We need to eat before it’s too late.”

“Liar,” he whispered but he let go of her arm anyway. She almost ran to the kitchen in her haste to put some distance between them. Again, all she could think was…
It would be a hell of a lot easier if this guy didn’t look so damn good.

To Talon, watching her squirm was just pure fucking entertainment for him. He was certain that she had never dealt with a man as brash as he was. He followed her closely as she made her way to the stove. He pressed in behind her and moved her hair to the side so he could nibble up and down the sweet spot that ran from her ear down into her shoulder. Her body and her voice were trembling as she tried to gain control but it was futile. Control was something he would never let her have.

“Mr. Talon, it’s imperative that I keep my relationship with you professional. You have to stop backing me into walls and…well, I don’t know… whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Man, you smell so fucking good, girl. Mmm, and you look damn good in those tight ass jeans you’re wearing.” He resisted the urge to slide his fingers down into the top of her jeans and plunge his finger into her pussy. He’d wait until he had her in a situation where she couldn’t deny him. He’d be keeping an eye on her tonight; that was for damn sure. The boys in his club didn’t play and the only thing saving her ass from being at their mercy was the fact that Tiny had decreed she was Talon’s property. He knew how the president of the club thought and two things got her in the clubhouse doors: the fact that she helped him out, and the fact that he wants a lawyer who has a heart for the club. She showed that when she helped Talon. He jerked her around and forced her to look at him.

“Don’t you dare leave my side tonight! I better not catch you huddled up in some corner talking to one of my brothers and God help you if you flirt with any of them.”

“Mr. Talon”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Lawyer. Lady.”

He forcefully pulled her mouth to his with a death grip on the back of her neck. She jumped in shock when she felt the piercing in his tongue. He had more piercings for her; that’s for damn sure. He thought the best part of the kiss was when she tried to hide the moan that escaped her lips. It was only a matter of time before he’d seal the deal of making her completely his. He had every intention of fucking her until she agrees to be his property. Hell, by the time he’s done with her, she’ll be begging to be owned. First they needed to eat and then go to the compound. He’d save the fun stuff for later.

They hadn’t even entered the compound yet and Grace could feel herself leaning towards Talon for security and comfort. She didn’t know anything about his world except for the small amount he had shared with her so far. However, what they had been through together concerning his court case was already building a comradery between them.

They exited the SUV and he pulled her close to his body with his arm around her waist. He leaned down and whispered a threat into her ear. “Remember what I told you, lawyer lady. Don’t leave my side. You’re way out of your league here and things can get real fucking dangerous, real fucking quick.” He turned her in his direction and held her by her shoulders while he looked down on her. It made her realize how small she was next to him.

“You’re going to see things here tonight that you’ve never seen before. This is my family. We live side by side, eat side by side, fight side by side, and fuck side by side. There is no shame here. You stick close to me and you’ll be fine.”

She nodded her head, acknowledging what he said, but nothing could have prepared her for the things she’d not only see tonight, but also experience. As they entered the large gated area, there was an open, yet enclosed, courtyard with gates big enough to drive a large truck through. This place was huge, a compound large enough to house all the brothers in the club. This really was a community, a separate entity from the rest of the world. A surge of something like pride coursed through her as the realization that she had been allowed into a world most were forbidden access to engulfed her. She couldn’t help but feel privileged to be part of something much bigger than she was. A feeling of comradery was in the air and she basked in it. Family was something she’d never been privy to. After her dad walked out on her mom and her, it was just the two of them against the world. Instinctively she knew that these people would have her back as long as she looked out for them in the realm of any legal issues they might encounter. She was certain they had more than their fair share of brushes with the law.

Talon’s voice pulled Grace from her thoughts. “What’s your poison, baby girl? Beer on tap or something stronger?”

“Beer is fine,” she answered. She needed something to take the edge off and she gladly took the red plastic cup he offered her.

“So, this is lawyer lady.”

She looked over to see another burly biker with the same type of vest, laden with patches, that Talon wore. His striking blue eyes shone out from beneath his long, blonde, unruly hair.

“This is Scooter. Scooter, this is Grace but I have just dubbed her as
lawyer lady
. It seems to have stuck and has a nice ring to it.”

“Damn, Talon, you did good—good with naming her and finding her. She’s fucking hot, dude.”

“Actually, Tiny did. He gave her to me. She is still coming to terms with it though.”

“Ain’t got no choice, babe. We take what we want around here and make no apologies for it. You’ve been claimed, girl, so you may as well get that through your head.” Scooter only reaffirmed what she had been told all along.

She looked up at the man addressing her and though the club’s way of thinking was foreign to her, she could tell by the look on his face that he was dead serious.

“Nice meeting ya. Anybody who would help out Talon the way you did is cool with me.”

“You heard that, didn’t you? You’re property now—my fucking property,” Talon growled in her ear as Scooter sauntered away.

“You keep saying that, Talon.”

“You’re damn straight I do and I’ll keep saying it until you get it through your pretty little head.”

He pulled her over to an area where people were seated on a ledge. She was sandwiched between his legs and his body felt rock hard. The possessiveness seemed to ooze off of him and he never took his hands off of her. She was glad for the beer she was drinking. She definitely needed something to help calm her nerves.

She watched a group of girls making their way in and she could tell they weren’t part of the club family. Talon leaned down to whisper in her ear as if reading her mind.

“They’re outside girls. They come in to party, hoping to be part of the club. The boys will party with them, fuck ‘em, and move on. They’re sweet butts but they’ll never be old ladies. They’re just a good time for the boys is all.”

“Is that all I am… a good time?”

“What don’t you get about the word
property
? I own you, Grace. In a sense, the club owns you. You work for us now and we take care of what’s ours.”

“Did you own her?” she asked as she looked over at a redhead who’d been glaring at her since they entered.

“She wants to fuck me is all. She wants to be an old lady and you being my property is stopping that. She thinks you’re too good for me. I never had an old lady until you; I just fucked the club whores.”

Grace jerked around, shocked by his casual statement about fucking what he referred to as
club whores
. “What do you mean by
club whores
?”

He pulled her between his legs to face him and glared down on her as if the intense gaze of his coal black eyes would reinforce what he was saying. “It means we have women who service any of the brothers who need servicing. If they need their cocks sucked, or if they want to run a train on a club whore, she’s available.” The shock on Grace’s face was evident but he continued talking. “This is my world, Grace. Nobody is making these girls do anything they don’t want to do. They made themselves available. We do what the fuck we want, when we want, and we don’t make apologies to anybody. It keeps the boys from fighting if they have pussy on tap. That’s just how it is.”

She felt damn good pressed into him like she was. He pulled her in closer and purposely let her feel his hard cock rubbing against her.

“Yeah, all that testosterone can make a man feel real fucking aggressive. Like right now, I can’t think about anything but sliding my cock up into you until that piercing I have is banging into your g-spot and you’re screaming out my name in ecstasy.”

He laughed when he saw the look of shock on her face. He took her hand and ran it up and down his jeans right where his hard stalk was pressing against the denim. “I’m going to fuck you, girl, and make you mine completely. I want you tied up and at my mercy. I’m a kinky motherfucker and I plan on unleashing all that kink on you.”

He pulled her away from the crowd and into the compound, making his way around a darkened corner. His hands pinned her into the wall and prevented her escape as his eyes threatened her with the look of a predator sizing up his prey.

“Pull my cock out of my pants; I want you to see that piercing.” He was shocked when she didn’t hesitate. She unzipped his pants and his cock sprung free, hard and ready for her. She looked down and stroked it as she studied every inch of hardness in her hands. He squeezed his hand over hers demanding her to be more forceful. The air he sucked in through his teeth sounded like a hissing noise. She felt so fucking good. She studied the piercing in the shape of a bar with the two balls that screwed in at each end.

“Did it hurt?”

“Fuck yeah it hurt, but the pleasure it’s going to give you is well worth it.”

She smeared the pre-cum over the slit in his cock and he groaned. She felt so fucking good. He jerked her across the hall and into a room, tossed her on the bed, and wiggled her out of her jeans. He pinned her hands above her head, locking them in his grip and under his control. She freely opened her legs to him as he yanked her top up ripping a tit free from the lacy white bra she wore. His lips locked down on a nipple as his tongue flicked over it, allowing the piercing in his tongue to rake over the tender flesh.

Her hips rocked up against him and he chuckled as he buried his face in her hair and took her scent in. “You want to feel that cock torment you. Don’t you, girl? You’re going to learn, though. You get cock when I say you get cock.”

He slid into her tight opening while forcing her legs back to make her take everything he had to give. He thrust in hard and forced her to stretch open and take his full girth.

“You’re so fucking tight, girl. Man, you haven’t been fucked in forever.” She groaned and the gravel in her voice made it almost unrecognizable. “Please, ahh fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

“Beg me!” he said. “Beg, don’t groan!”

“Please, oh fuck that feels so good. What the hell are you hitting inside of me?”

“I’m hitting your g-spot, baby girl. Now, come.” She screamed out in agonized pleasure and he knew he was giving her something she had never experienced before—a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her pussy clamping down on him like a vice grip took him over the edge and he pulled out to pump his seed all over her stomach. He rubbed it into her skin, saturating her with his mark. “You are going to walk around all night with my scent on you. You’re mine, girl. You fucking belong to me and you better keep that in the forefront of your mind from now on.”

He barely heard her voice. Her response was barely above a whisper when she groaned, “Yes, I am…”