KianUsually, women didn't miss a fucking thing. They could sniff out whenever the slightest thing was out of place. Or was that just when they're being paranoid or pissed off about something? I'll be damned if I know. There was enough time for me to nip to the kitchen, grab the champagne — no fancy glasses because I didn't think that far ahead — so I settled for highball glasses instead.As I came back in the room and set the champagne and glasses down on the nightstand, Gia practically landed on the box before realizing it was there. I curled my fingers around my jaw in an observational pose. She was such a fucking mystery.She picked up the box to inspect it. "What's this?" she asked."Open it and find out," I replied, finding her actions funny.As soon as she saw what it contained, she squealed the apartment down like a screaming banshee, jumping on me and ambushing me with kisses."Oh my God, Kian, it's beautiful," she exclaimed before bursting into tears.I froze like an idiot.
Gia"You're making a huge fuss over nothing. I think it looks awesome," Kian complimented as I observed my sore butt in the mirror.I turned to him, outraged. "It's easy for you to say. You're not the one who's struggling to sit down!"His expression pinched with remorse. "Sorry, darlin'." The contrite tone of his voice told me he meant it. "I figured you wouldn't want a big ugly scar on your throat."My heart clenched, worried that I had offended him. It was his mark. He gave it to me. How could I not love it?"Kian, there's nothing ugly about it. I love your mark. Do you like the one I gave to you? Do you think it's ugly?" Now I was paranoid.His hand flew to the side of his neck, his eyes flaring wide. "No . . . no way. I'm proud of my mating mark."My teeth marks left a dainty little wound compared to his. My ass looked as if a great white shark had mauled me."I just don't get why you chose to bite me on the ass, that's all," I replied, baffled by it.Kian pushed up from the bed
GiaPaparazzi pointed cameras in our faces, snapping pictures like maniacs. The light blinded me, making it hard to see a single fucking thing. White dots danced in my vision, and all I could hear was chaos happening all around us. Since getting kidnapped by rogue wolves and a wayward werebear, my cage-fighting hero, Kian Jones, a biker bear from the Roughnecks Motorcycle Club, had rescued me, carried me to his den on his steel horse, married me, bit me on the ass, and rocked my world between the sheets. My hubby’s fame drew attention wherever we went. Five minutes ago, we were at the courthouse signing our mating license, and now reporters were shoving cameras and microphones in our faces.“This is breaking news! Forest Hills' very own notorious celebrity, the Beast, has just been spotted at Town Hall with a woman who appears to be his mate. Phew! Don’t you just love the smell of pheromones?” a blonde-haired news reporter spoke into the camera from a few feet away from us.Press mobb
GiaI didn’t have to turn around to find Kian because his muscular arms wrapped around me and pulled me against his chest. We stayed like that, basking in the peaceful moment, just soaking up the silence.A drop of moisture streaked down my face, and for a second, I thought it was Kian’s tears. Water droplets fell from the sky, and I glanced up and saw the rain cloud looming overhead.“That’s my dad’s way of telling us to fuck off,” he remarked.Kian jerked his head. “Come on, let’s go take a slow ride to the Clubhouse.”A stream of smoke drifted above the club’s parking lot, hitting my taste buds with the delicious scent of barbecued meat. To anyone else, it looked like a redneck party, but Kian explained it was the weekly cookout. It was a members-only event. Those who were mated brought their women along, and those who were single got to mingle with the pass-arounds. I spotted Lauren and breathed a sigh of relief. Kian introduced me to Jaxton’s parents, and I took a shine to Jenna
Kian"They keep moving the women to throw the wolf pack off the scent," Jaxton notified me."They are running out of places to hide; it's only a matter of time until the Alpha Dog catches up with them. Speaking of cursed Lycans . . . he reached out to me last night. His rangers found a ransom notice stabbed to a tree. It was from the Hellhounds.""A ransom note? Saying what?" I demanded.There wasn't a flicker of humor upon Jaxton's face. He was gravely serious. I knew right then that this involved my woman."That we have twenty-four hours to hand over the girl, or there will be consequences," he informed me.The anger stirred within me. My wife wasn't a bargaining chip. She was mine, and Claw would have to go through me to get to her."That isn’t happening," I growled as his words triggered something lethal inside me. "I'll slaughter him and anyone else who threatens to take her from me. I don't have to wait for yours or the Alpha Dog's say so. I'll track him down myself."The brothe
KianBoth women screamed with fright, crumpling into a heap around the toilet basin. Gia's butt hit the flusher, and Lauren's foot slipped in the water with a splash. Blade followed me in with a face like thunder. Our wives had broken the club rules, and it was our job to reprimand them."Shit! My suede boots!" Lauren complained. "They're ruined.""My steel toe caps will ruin your ass if you don't get the fuck out of that stall!" Blade roared.Gia's eyes flared wide as she saw me. "Kian . . . what are you doing in here? It’s the ladies’ bathroom.""You were listening in on Club business." I jabbed my finger at her accusingly.Lauren sniffed, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Don't spank me here," she pleaded with Blade, sounding desperate to avoid the humiliation.Gia crossed her arms in a defensive pose. "So what? We went to the bathroom together. Since when is peeing considered breaking the rules." My pocket princess stood her ground.I flicked my eyes to the open vent and
GiaIt had been a solid week since Kian reprimanded me at the Clubhouse. Their sexist rules made us girls feel like we couldn’t protect ourselves. I could see why Jenna and Lauren took liberties from time to time. The spankings hurt, and the ass-fuckings hurt even more, but we all seemed to find a way to break the rules and earn ourselves another reprimand. It's like we couldn't get enough. Our bikers were always ready for a little rough and tumble, even in front of their brothers. It was their way of life. I had no shame whenever it came to stripping down in public. Heck, I used to do it for a living. A private dance was one thing, but when my husband demanded his lunch, he was talking about eating my pussy. The other guys were the same with their wives. You dropped your panties and laid with your legs spread on the table, or they would come and chase you down if you tried to run away. The first time was embarrassing. The second time was awkward. Now I didn’t bother to wear underwear
GiaKian’s jaw flopped open, and he froze like that. I thought that I broke him until he blinked and started stammering. I could hear hearty laughter rumbling down the line, and then a male with a strong Cajun accent hollered, “Well, hello there, Mon Chere. I’m liking you already.”Kian’s deadpan stare hinted that he wasn’t happy about this, but he didn’t refuse me. He flared his nostrils and shook his head at me, jabbing his finger towards the door as if to say, “Go back inside”, but I stood my ground, folding my arms and tapping my foot as a sign that I wasn't going anywhere.“We’ll talk about this some other time, all right?” he grumbled into his cell phone. "I'll call you back."The guy on the other end of the line seemed satisfied with that and told Kian to pass on his well-wishes to me. Kian ended the call and shoved the phone inside his pocket. My hubby was agitated, but he wasn't mad at me like he was at the Clubhouse.“You realize you just cut a deal with the devil, don’t you