Page 16 of Her Feral Biker
“Does she know what that means?” he asked quietly, watching her wrap her arms around herself.
“No.” I finished cleaning the blades I’d ended three lives with, my hands still shaking slightly. I still wasn't fit to touch her, but I couldn't see any other way around it tonight. And there was no way in hell I’d let her ride on the back of another man’s bike.
Nomad nodded. “So you’re gonna take her back and what, let her sleep in your bed?”
I gritted my teeth. “Something like that.”
“You wanna?—”
“I really fucking don’t.” I turned on the older ex-member, looking his square in the face. “What I do with my woman is my business."
He nodded slowly. “As long as she is your woman, and you don't treat her like a club girl. Because that’s a scared little thing, right there. You understand that? She’s got no home, no support right now.”
“Which is why I was gonna take her back to the Crown,” I countered.
Nomad huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, and fuck her brains out the moment the door closes behind you,” he muttered.
I didn’t answer. He was right, but I wouldn’t admit it to myself. If I touched Annalise right now, I’d break my promise to be sweet with her, and I didn't want to hurt her, not after the night she’d had. While ever adrenaline from tonight still ripped through me, I wasn’t fit to be around.
Fuck, I was hardly human on my best days but after what happened tonight, seeing the way the Albanian tortured her, played with her before he intended to kill her? That riled me.
My blade slid through flesh faster than I’d expected. I read the fear in Prinze Kola’s eyes as he shot at me. His aim went wild, missing his intended target several times over as I moved closer to him before he ran and I made it to her.
Finally, Nomad backed away when I refused to give into his barbs. I turned my attention back to Annalise. My jacket hung from her petite frame, way too oversized. It ate her ruined dress, leaving her looking almost naked beneath it. Blood roared through me at the sight of her in my jacket, standing there in the shadows like she belonged in club colors.
Myfucking colors.
Blood decorated her face in tiny splotches. I swiped at one, then another, and tucked her hair behind her ear.
“You look pretty,” I murmured, untangling a snare in her hair.
She turned her head to look up at me. “Thank you,” she whispered.
I fucking broke inside. The way she looked at me, like no one had ever done anything like that for her before, actually looked after her, protected her… Fuck, that I’d die a thousand times over and lay my soul at the feet of this woman for her to walk on it sliced me to pieces with every precious step.
“I can give you a place to sleep tonight, but it won’t be clean, and not what you’re used to.” The admission stuck in my throat, but I pushed on. “Tomorrow we can talk about somewhere more permanent. But tonight, after what you saw… princess, I need you to be careful. You’ll have to hold onto me for the ride back, but other than that you can’t touch me. Not like you did before. Do you understand me?” I was desperate for her to understand, but I fought to keep my voice smooth and low, so I wouldn’t frighten her any more than she already had been tonight.
She frowned at me. “Is it because I’m—” She gestured to herself.
I took in Annalise, her torn dress, my jacket draped around her body covered in cuts thatheput there, and swallowed. “No, it’s not because of that. But after I fight I’m not good with people. If I touch you, if I kiss you, I’ll hurt you, and I don't want to do that.” I searched her eyes, pleading with her, begging her to see what I saw in myself.
The monster beneath.
Annalise watched me for a long moment. She nodded slowly. “I only want to be with you,” she said quietly. The same quiet voice that said she’d made a decision.
Then she stepped forward and pushed up onto her toes and pressed her mouth to mine.
I froze as her soft lips sighed against my mouth. Sweet breath mingled with mine. Then my hand wrapped around hers, gripping her in an inescapable hold as I towed her along the small alley to the front of the row of shops and out to my bike.Reaching for the back compartment I withdrew a helmet I’d bought for her, and held it out.
“This is yours,” I said roughly. “Put it on. You hold onto me, the whole way.”
She looked at me, and put the helmet on. I helped with the clasp when she struggled, and made sure her hands held tight around my waist. I could barely focus on the road with her wrapped around me for the ride back to the Black Crown. She let me help her off, still unspeaking when we arrived. My knuckles trailed down her cheek, likely the only sweet gesture she’d get from me tonight, before I laced our hands together and strode away from the bikes, back through the bar.
I didn’t speak to anyone on my way through, making eye contact only with Reyna, knowing Nomad would have spoken to her already and to watch out for Annalise, make sure she was okay. Some of the club girls called out, but I ignored them, too, especially when one made a ruckus about my woman wearing my jacket.
We reached my room out the back without any other incident and I pulled Annalise inside my spartan accommodation. She looked around as I locked the door and stripped my shirt off. My blood heated at the sight of her wearing my jacket, someone’s blood still sprayed across her skin. I spun her about, gripping her torn dress and ripped it away from her body beneath my jacket.
She yelped, backing up a step, but I drove her back to the door, wearing only my jacket and her panties, pinning her to the scarred wood as I crashed our mouths together. Her whimpers and mewls from my harsh kisses drove my need. I shoved the edges of my jacket aside, desperate to touch her. Cries turned to sighs as she arched for me.
