Page 9 of Savage King

Two voices, one on each side of him, began yattering, “Who is she? She’d so fucking big, it’s no wonder she picked a fight. She’d probably hoped to beat Slick into submission so she can fuck him while he can’t fight her off.”

The other bitch snickered. “What is she even doing at one of our parties, Odin?”

He growled, pushing them away from him, ignoring their gasps and sharp curses. Unlikethem, she belonged beside him, on his arm, pressing her tits against his chest, her lush ass cupped in his hand as he sucked her tongue into his greedy mouth.

A wicked, twisted smile spread over his face and he fought the urge to stride over to his woman and claim her as his in front of everyone. It was just a matter of time before she wore his property kutte. He’d have her on her back before the night was over. His mouth watering, he raised his hand and wiped it over his jaw and down to the tip of his collar-length beard—a beard he wanted coated in her sticky honey as soon as fucking possible.

“Don’t be mad at her! Skittles is my bodyguard!” the tiny blonde woman yelled, sliding in front of her gorgeous friend and raising her hands as if to stop Odin from hurting her.

He would never hurt her—and even if he did, she could take it. And, from the mercenary glint in her cat-like eyes, he knew she’d give it back, too.

“Skittles?” he echoed, smirking. There was no fucking way that a woman as badass as her was named Skittles.

The tiny blonde woman continued, “She was only protecting me from that asshole! I didn’t want to fuck him and he wouldn’t take no for an answer!”

Struck by what the woman was saying, Odin’s gaze dropped to the body on the floor.

Soshe’dbeen the one to lay the fucker out. She hadn’t just broken his nose, she’d knocked him the fuck out. Damn.

What the hell?

The woman—who wasnotfucking namedSkittles—lifted her chin, meeting his gaze without flinching, her golden eyes flashing between wariness and mild annoyance.

Hawk—Haakon MacGregor—right hand to the club enforcer, bodyguard at Savage Protection, and bar bouncer at Up to No Good, who’d been watching the back and forth with a shit eating grin on his ugly mug, shouted, “Til hallerne I Valhalla, men forst rider vi!” To the halls of Valhalla, but first, we ride! It was the Savage Raiders battle cry. The fucker was trying to rile up the brothers, get the party back on track.

Nothing to see here—keep your fucking eyes off my beauty!Preston, a prospect, and Junkie, a club brother, were staring at his woman with unfettered interest in their eyes. Yeah, they fucking knew perfection when they saw it—but she washis! And he’d fucking claim her on the goddamn spot if he knew her actual name. He growled at his men, the low, grating noise vibrated his chest, and he felt the violence of it to the depths of his fucking boots.

The room shook with the dissonance of dozens of men roaring their replies! “Til Valhalla!” To Valhalla.

Tall, silent, unfazed by the ruckus around her, the beauty leaned down, almost bending in half, to whisper into the tiny blonde’s ear, and the small woman frowned, furrowing her brow, but nodded.

“Let’s go, Skittles. This party is a little too wild for me,” the tiny blonde croaked, wrapping her arms around her waist and shuddering.

He didn’t blame the woman—being manhandled and assaulted, especially by one of his brothers, his men, was unacceptable.

Turning to Trucker who’d come up to stand behind him and keep an eye on the rabble, Odin commanded, “Grab Slick. Put him on ice. I’ll deal with his shit later.” Yeah, the Savage Raiders were a hard as nails MC, they ruled Las Vegas with an iron fist, but they never lifted that fist against women or children. Slick, that fucker, knew that. Now, instead of enjoying his own patch party, he was facing the discipline of the club…and that was never pretty.

The tiny blonde tossed her long hair over her shoulder, flicked a glance to the crowd, looking for a way through the throng, threw her chin into the air, and marched straight through the kuttes and bitches, and toward the door. The brothers knew from his glare to step aside, that there’d be no more trouble for the girl, but that wasn’t what Odin was worried about.

He wanted to know every fucking thing there was to know about the big, tall, fucking gorgeous woman who’d put Slick on his ass.

The woman who hadn’t spoken a word to him, didn’t take her gaze off him as she moved by, following after the small one.

Reaching out, Odin grabbed the woman’s arm, stopping her. She tensed, her gaze dropping like a hot ball of lead to his arm, searing the skin for daring to touch her.

He refused to let go, damning the leather jacket sleeve under his hand that kept him from feeling her naked flesh.

“Come on, baby,” he drawled, watching the wariness warring with the interest in her golden eyes. “I know you’re name isn’t Skittles, so you got to tell me what your name is.”So I can hunt you down and make you mine.

“I’m Odin. President of the Savage Raiders…and your man.” For tonight, for tomorrow, for always. Until the gates of Valhalla opened to welcome him in. “Tell me your name, beauty, so we can get to know one another better,” his offered, smirking in just the right way to show off the panty-dropping dimple in his left cheek. Usually, all he had to do to get a woman in his bed was crook a finger, but he knew he was out of his league with her. He needed to use every trick in his arsenal to even get her to look at him twice.

He deepened his smile, his gaze caught in hers, trapped and never wanting to be freed.

She narrowed her eyes, clearly considering whether to even deign to speak to him at all. But, fuck, if he didn’t want to hear what his beauty sounded like, so he could picture her moaning his name while he jacked his cock later that night.

Because…she was leaving. And unless he wanted to make a bigger scene, he had to let her go. Until he hunted her down, that is.

Reluctantly, he dropped his hold, praying to the old gods for her to stay, to ease the ache pummeling his insides, to give him just a moment of relief from the piercing need gutting him.

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