Hunted (Dauntless MC Book 1) (20 page)

Daisy opened her eyes in a confused state until she remembered the incidents from the night before. She had only managed a couple hours of sleep while being scrunched up on the floorboard of Raven’s SUV.

She had no idea what she was going to do as of yet, but the first thing she needed was to stretch out her knotted body. It appeared that everyone was still asleep from the night before. She knew from experience that if the guys had been partying last night, they’d probably sleep in until this afternoon.

She desperately needed coffee and the courtyard bushes would provide a way to go to the bathroom.
Well, one of my problems is solved anyway
, she thought
.

She quickly ducked behind the bushes and felt a wave of relief as her bladder emptied. Her mouth dropped open when she looked up to see the huge mass of man with scraggly black hair falling around his chiseled, tan face. He was fucking gorgeous. She licked her lips and rose, pulling her pants up quickly as the man made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at her shaved pussy.

He waited until she was dressed and jerked her around, eyeing the cut she wore.

“Fucking Hell’s Demons? Are you kidding me? How in the hell did you get in this compound?”

“I can explain.”

“You’re damn straight you can.” He jerked the cut from her body and threw it into one of the barrels still smoldering from the night before. He could immediately smell the leather burning. He grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the compound kitchen and slinging her down on a barstool.

“Get her a cup of coffee,” Preacher spoke to the older woman who took care of kitchen duties but he never took his eyes off of Daisy.

“You got some splainin to do, Lucy,” he drawled in a Latin accent mimicking an old TV show.

Daisy blurted out the first thing that came to mind, which happened to be the truth. “I ran away. My old man beats the shit out of me.” Tears filled her eyes as she continued. “I’ve been with Billy since I was fourteen and ever since he got hooked on meth a year and a half ago, he’s been a monster.”

Preacher could feel his heart wrench when he viewed the slice on the side of her neck. He noted she pulled her long, dishwater blonde hair around to hide it when she saw him looking at it.

“Did he do that?” he growled, jerking her neck around to get a closer look. He gave her no time to answer before he spoke again, “Got no fuckin’ respect for a man who abuses his property!”

Tears streamed down her perfect complexion as she answered, “Yes, he almost killed me after a three day meth binge. I got nowhere to go. I stumbled into your guys’ club and got a job last night. That nice girl, Raven, hired me.”

“I can assure you that she didn’t know who you were when she did.”

“I’m not part of them. I don’t want anything to do with those dope fiends anymore.”

Preacher noticed that she didn’t give a shit when he burned her cut so he knew she was telling the truth. He watched her hand shake as she took a drink of coffee.

“Are you on drugs?” She looked at his chiseled face and his full lips drawn in a taught line. It was his amber green eyes that bore right through her and held her attention though. His eyes reminded her of one of her favorite stones—amber, green amber. There was nothing like that stone when the light hit it. It was a sight you would never forget once you beheld its unique beauty.

“I don’t do drugs. I smoke a little pot and drink but nothing hard.”

Preacher’s eyes ran over her face and made their way down to her full breasts in the cutout Harley tee she wore. Visions of her shaved, pink pussy went through his mind and he could feel his cock twitch. She was beautiful and though he told the men he liked his lifestyle of fucking a different club slut every night, he longed for an old lady. A woman from a rival club though? He just couldn’t do it. Why wasn’t his cock listening to his head?

He had reached up to wipe a tear from her face when they both looked up to see Raven enter.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I snuck into your SUV last night. I couldn’t go home.”

“She’s Hell’s Demons’ property,” Preacher growled with contempt.

“You didn’t fucking tell me that! I never would have hired you if I had known. Are you trying to get me in trouble with my old man?”

“You wouldn’t have hired her if you knew what,” Tiny said coming through the door.

“It’s not Raven’s fault,” Preacher piped up, defending her. “This chick stumbled into the bar last night after she ran away from her old man. He’s a member of Hell’s Demons.”

“What the fuck, man?” Tiny pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. “Have I got fucking sign on my back that says I rescue strays?”

He reached over and grabbed the cup of coffee that Kathy, the woman who handled the kitchen, handed him. “Thanks, babe,” he stated in a less irritated tone. Suddenly, his face brightened as an idea hit him. “I kind of like the idea of stealing Hell’s Demons’ property. You want her?” He directed the question at Preacher, catching him totally off guard. Sure, she was hot but Hell’s Demons’ property? He just didn’t know if he could stomach the idea.

Preacher looked at the girl seated before him. She was beautiful; there was no doubt about it. She was petite, maybe 5’4”, with long, thick, dishwater blonde hair, and deep, brown, puppy dog eyes. His eyes raked over her full lips and he imagined what they would feel like wrapped around his cock. Her tits were full and yet they had remained perky, which made him believe she might’ve had a boob job. He definitely liked that pretty, pink pussy he had viewed earlier. He licked his lips and looked her dead in the eye when he spoke.

“I ain’t makin’ no fuckin’ promises about being true to you but you fuck around on me and I’ll boot you out so quick it will make that pretty, little head of yours spin. It will be safe sex until the doc who comes in once a month can test your ass. It just so happens he’s comin’ in tomorrow, little runaway.”

Daisy was nodding her head in acceptance of anything he was saying at this point. She wanted out of her abusive situation and she wasn’t looking for love anyway. If this guy wanted her for his own personal piece of property, then so be it.

“One more thing,” Preacher’s voice cut through her thoughts. “You owe my Prez and his old lady an apology for lying to them.”

Daisy looked up and with true earnestness, she apologized. Raven’s crossed arms and angry expression dropped as she hugged her. “Welcome to the family but don’t fuck us over. We fuck back…harder!”

Talon’s long, black hair fell down over his woman as he held his upper body up on the palms of his hands. He was on top of her, straddling her, as he glared into her face.

“Whose property are you?”

She bit her bottom lip, trying to anticipate what her owner had in store for her, but predicting Talon’s actions was nigh impossible.

“I’m yours.”

“You’re my what?!”

“Property… I’m your property.”

He lowered his body and fisted her hair on either side of her head as he crashed his mouth down onto hers. Everything in her wanted to grab a handful of his silky, long hair but she knew better.

“Let me touch you, baby.”

“What do I get?” he drawled, taunting her.

“Anything you want.”

“That’s a given, baby.” He flipped her over so she was on all fours, doggy style.

“Don’t hurt me.”

“Gonna hurt you with this cock of mine, girl. I love fucking hurting you.” He watched her fingers clawing at the sheets like a wild animal. His hand wrapped into her hair, making a rein out of it and forcing her head and neck back so he could better growl threats into her ear.

“You fucking make me crazy, girl. The way you look when you dress for court, that whole alpha sub thing you have going on, makes me want to tear into you like a rabid dog.”

He pulled her lips open and slowly slid balls deep into his woman. His fingers locked onto her hips as he ground down into her in circular motions.

“Oh fuck, Talon, you have no idea how good you make me feel.”

His hand smacked down on her ass and he leaned into her ear as he yanked at the hair he held. “Did I give you permission to talk?”

She shook her head as a tear streamed down her cheek from the sting of the smack. There were times when his hands could cause more pain than a crop or a cane and she knew it all too well.

He pulled back his cock but remained leaning over her body and manipulating her head by the fistful of hair he held.

“I own you, kitten—your words, your deeds, your body, your soul. I bet you want to come so bad but you can’t tell me because I won’t let you talk, will I?”

His large palm pressed down between her shoulder blades, smashing her face into the mattress. Long, firm strokes of his cock had her, once again, clawing at the sheets and groaning, begging him without words to let her come. As if reading her mind, he grabbed her hips and his thrusts became more urgent.

“Play with that clit I own so I can feel that tight, little pussy of yours milk my cock when you come.”

Electricity coursed through her from the top of her head, down to her curled toes, as she screamed out her release.

“Oh fuck, girl, I love you so fucking much,” were the last words she heard before he collapsed over her body, completely sated.

He pulled her into his body, spooning her as he ran his fingers through her hair. She was everything he had ever dreamed of in a woman. Life was good…

“You rescued me,” Daisy whispered as she opened the shower door and eyed Preacher staring at her.

“I ain’t nobody’s fucking knight in shining armor. I’m a hard man. I tell it like it is and I expect a lot. In other words, I’m strict.”

“I don’t mind,” she said, looking down as she bit her bottom lip.

A chill ran through her as he reached up and ripped the towel from her. He picked up a tit, almost as if he was weighing it in his hand. “Nice tits. Are they fake?”

“Yes… I hope it’s okay.”

“They’re nice tits,” he said again. “Spread your legs.” He stroked his finger through her slit until she got wet and then pushed up into her. “Your cunt’s tight. How long has it been since you been fucked, girl?”

“He stopped making love to me six months ago.”

“You ever been with another man?”

He flinched when he noticed a tear roll down her cheek. “No, I ran away when my stepdad starting coming into my room and feeling me up after my mom went to sleep.”

“That’s fucked up.” His words were clipped, like he was discussing a business deal. He had never been in love and he didn’t plan on starting with Daisy.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. “Get on the bed and spread your legs. Touch yourself.”

His breathing hitched as she spread her legs and closed her eyes.

“Open your fuckin’ eyes and bend your knees! I want to see what I’m getting.”

He could feel his breathing getting harder as she shyly stroked through her pussy lips.

He pulled his cock from his pants and she looked away in embarrassment. She hoped he wasn’t too big for her; Billy hadn’t been that big.

He slowly stroked himself with a smirk on his face. “Finger fuck yourself with one hand and rub your clit with the other. You better make yourself come because I want to watch.”

He made his way to the side of the bed and pulled her head towards his cock. “Lick that pre-cum off the head of my cock.”

Her little, pink tongue darted out and her body trembled as he pulled at one of her hardened nipples. His mandates were turning her on and the way he was telling her what to do like he was disconnected was making her horny for some reason.

He jerked back from her and spoke, “Don’t take your fucking eyes off me when you come.”

Her breathing was raspy and her body was shaking as she got closer to climaxing.

“Yeah, you look all needy and shit. You want that cock, don’t you? You’ll get it tomorrow after you get tested. Pump that pussy, baby. That’s a good girl.” Her body shot up off the bed as an intense orgasm surged through her.

Preacher groaned as he shot his seed all over her chest. “Rub it in,” he growled.

He watched as she climaxed again while rubbing his sperm into her chest with her free hand. He was so nasty and talked so dirty. She couldn’t ever remember coming that hard.

Preacher tucked his cock back in his pants and walked out as if nothing had happened. A wave of sadness washed over her as she made her way back into the shower. Why was he acting so disconnected? It didn’t matter. She was safe and that was all that mattered right now.

“When the fuck were you planning on telling me, Raven?” She knew it was a rhetorical question. Nothing she could say right now was going to be right. She would just have to let Tiny’s anger run its course.

“Do you realize you put everybody here in danger?”

Another rhetorical question
, she thought while staring at an invisible spot on the floor.

“Fuck, Raven, if I can’t trust you, who can I trust?”

“Just hold on a fucking minute,” she yelled, jumping to her bare feet.

There was the Raven he knew. A smirk crossed his face at the sight of her fiery temper. She poked her finger into the mass of muscle in his chest.

“I fucked up but I didn’t know she was a member of Hell’s Demons. You and I both know I never would have hired her had I known. I’d beat her ass if I didn’t feel so sorry for her.”

“Don’t do that, Raven,” Tiny spoke, running a hand through his long salt and pepper hair. “I don’t want her out of your sight though. She is either to be with you or Preacher. He’s going to work with you tonight. I wouldn’t normally have you go in, but I don’t want anyone else training her. One more thing, I want you to keep your new bestie, Red, with you. At least I know she’s got the balls to have your back.”

“Whatever you say, big boy.” Raven eyed the man who was ten years her senior and the love of her life. He had always watched over her starting from the day he first laid eyes on her. She knew his anger was due to being fearful for not only her safety, but the club’s safety too. Being the president of a motorcycle club was a big responsibility and it was one that Tiny took very seriously.

Her eyes glazed over with the lust he always brought out in her and she dropped to her knees, pulling his flaccid cock from his pants. She smirked when she felt it jump in her hands.

“I’m such a bad girl. Let me make it up to you.” Her tongue swirled around the head and licked off the pre-cum that had seeped through the slit.

“Ah fuck, girl, damn, nobody can suck cock like you.”

She smacked his leg and popped his cock out of her mouth long enough to reprimand him. “Nobody else but me better be sucking this cock or I’ll cut it off.”

“Don’t talk like that. You’ll make it go soft.”

She wrapped her lips back around it and opened her throat to let his long, thick length in. Her tongue and lips worked him over until his legs were trembling and he was shooting a warm spray into the back of her mouth. Now probably wasn’t the time to tell him that she had a stalker…