Riding With The Grizzly

Chapter 9 – Nara

Iwake up with a yawn, slowly blinking my eyes open. A smile stretches across my face when I remember everything that happened between Jude and me last night. My hand automatically reaches up to touch the bite mark on my neck, a shiver running down my spine at the unexpected wave of pleasure rolling over my body.

Rolling over, I look at Jude, who is still sound asleep. His features are softer in the morning light. He looks vulnerable and yet ready to strike at any second.

I want to kiss him, but I’d be mortified if I had morning breath. I carefully climb out of bed, trying to be quiet so I don’t wake Jude up. I almost make it to the en suite bathroom when I hear, “Where are you going, princess?”

Jude’s voice is a little scratchy and he rubs the sleep from his eyes before sitting up in bed. When he surveys my naked form, my mate fully wakes up with a hunger in his gaze.

“I was just going to brush my teeth. Morning breath,” I explain when he gives me a strange look.

He’s out of bed in an instant, the movement so fast I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it for myself. Jude takes a step closer to me, erasing the distance between us. He runs his hands up and down my naked body, caressing my hips, my breasts, even my throat and lips. His strong, capable hands leave a throbbing, warm blaze in their wake.

“Fuck morning breath,” he growls, the vibrations making my thighs slick with desire.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me into him for a punishing kiss. I’m his mate. He owns every part of me. That’s what he’s telling me with each stroke of his tongue, each anguished groan that travels through his body and into mine. I feel his kiss everywhere and I need more.

Jude guides me backward until the edge of the mattress hits the back of my legs. He gently lays me out on the bed, then stands in front of me, looking down at my body. It’s all for him. I spread my legs, moaning when he growls and clenches his fists.

”Fuck, Nara. You”re so damn sexy.” He”s on me in the next instant, covering my body with openmouthed kisses, sucking on my skin, and leaving little love bites up my torso and on my breasts.

I jerk and twist beneath him, gasping for air and whimpering with each lingering touch and kiss. When he finally reaches my mouth, Jude slants his lips over mine and leads us in a slow, drugging kiss.

When we break apart for air, Jude continues trailing his lips down my neck until he’s licking over the bite mark he left there. Pleasure spikes my veins, making me tremble as I savor the feeling of his tongue on my skin.

My legs automatically spread wider so he can settle between them. I feel his long, thick cock glide against my pussy, collecting my juices and driving me crazy. He’s so close to where I need him, I nearly cry in frustration.

Jude sits back slightly and gathers my wrists up in one of his large hands, pinning them to the mattress before nuzzling into the side of my neck, nipping at my mark once more. He loves that it drives me crazy. I love it, too.

“Fuckin’ love seeing you stretched out for me,” he says into my skin, his voice low, gravelly, and desperate. Jude drags his lips down my throat and across my collarbone, then he nips at the tops of my breasts, grinning wickedly when I jump and gasp. “Gonna fuck this sweet little pussy now, Nara. Are you ready for me?”

I nod and tilt my hips, nudging the swollen head of his cock against my entrance. Jude growls and reaches down between us to guide himself inside in one smooth stroke. Fire spreads through my veins, and heat pulses out from my core, overwhelming my body.

I wiggle my hips, making sparks sizzle and burn across my skin. Jude groans, leaning over me, one hand still holding my wrists above my head while the other trails up my side. He squeezes my breast, pinching my hardened, sensitive nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

My back bows off the bed and he takes the opportunity to slip his hand between my back and the mattress, pushing my chest up so he can feast on me. Jude grinds his cock into me, filling me up before pulling back and slamming into me roughly.

My breasts bounce with every thrust as he sets a relentless pace. I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his sculpted ass, crying out when he hits the spot inside me that pushes me right up to the edge.

My muscles tense as my pussy tightens around his thickness. He lifts his head from my chest and studies my face, no doubt sensing how close I am. My thighs shake and a shiver runs up my spine, seizing my lungs and forcing out a scream as I come around his cock.

Rivulets of pleasure course through my body, making every nerve ending spark to life. Jude fucks me through it, never letting up. He still has my wrists secured in his grasp, despite all my writhing around and trying to twist away from the intense pressure and sharp ecstasy he’s creating deep inside me.

I swear I’m about to come again, but suddenly Jude isn’t on top of me anymore. I hardly have time to register his absence before his big hands grasp my hips firmly. Jude flips me over effortlessly, then pulls my hips back so I’m on all fours.

“Fuck yes,” he grunts, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them wide. “Love every angle of you. Every position. Every fucking thing about you.”

Jude thrusts into me, growling when he bottoms out. I let out a broken cry as I unravel for him, my orgasm ricocheting through my body but never leaving me completely. I’m so fucking sensitive, so raw as he pounds into me.

“I-I-I ca-ca-n’t…” I stutter out, unable to take a full breath.

“You can, mate. Trust me, you can. Feel this with me. Fuck, feel it, Nara.”

I whimper and nod my head, staying right here with him in the moment, struggling to hold myself up on shaky arms while my pussy knots around him over and over. Incoherent words and strangled, almost tormented sounds fall from my lips as Jude tears me apart, fucks me so good, so hard, so damn rough. He’s branding me with each savage stroke, claiming all of me, body and soul.

My fingers curl into the sheets, fisting them as I try desperately to hold myself up. When he brushes the tips of his fingers over my clit, my knees wobble and my arms give out completely. I faceplant into the pillow, my ass still in the air, Jude still pounding away. He pinches my clit and I sob out yet another orgasm. My pleasure spikes as white-hot bliss fills my veins. When it fades away, I”m completely limp. Boneless. Held up only by Jude”s punishing grip on my hips.

Jude lets out a mighty roar as his cum fills me up. He pulls back and then enters me again as more of his release shoots out of him. There’s so much, I feel it dripping down my thighs, the tickling sensation making me moan and involuntarily tremble in his arms.

The last of his orgasm drains from him and then Jude collapses on top of me. He”s sweaty and panting for air as he rests his forehead between my shoulder blades. His hot breath tickles my skin, the weight of his body on top of mine making me feel safer than I ever have.

We’ve barely recovered when Jude’s alarm goes off.

“Noooo,” he groans as he reaches over me to shut the alarm off. Jude nuzzles into the side of my neck, tickling my mark and kissing every place he can reach. “I want to stay here with you,” he says with a pout. “But my club is having a stupid mandatory church meeting.”

“Aren’t you the president?” I ask. He nods in confirmation. “So doesn’t that mean you were the one to call church in the first place?”

“Listen here, my sassy little mate,” he says playfully as he nips at my cheeks and nose before kissing the sting away. “I have to go to church but I’ll be back as soon as possible. Sleep in and I’ll be back in a bit to serve you breakfast in bed.”

“As tempting as that is, I’ve taken a few days off of job hunting, so I should really get back to filling out resumes and writing cover letters.”

Jude rolls off of me and helps me out of bed. It takes a while to get dressed since my mate keeps pulling me in for more kisses until I finally have all of my clothes on, thus eliminating the distraction. He gets me all set up on the couch with my laptop and a cup of coffee, promising to be back soon.

About fifteen minutes later, I’m scrolling through different job-hunting sites and bookmarking the ones that look promising so I can apply later. My phone rings, breaking my concentration. When I see Astrid’s name pop up on the screen, I know I need to answer. We usually text or send voice messages, but an actual phone call? That’s reserved for emergencies only.

“Hey, what’s–”

“They declared war,” she says, cutting me off.

“What? Who? What?” I ask again. I already know, but I need her to say it to make it real.

“The Midnight Rebels. Your father. He’s out for blood.”

“No,” I whisper, though I know it’s true. Of course, they were never going to let me ride off into the night with a member of the Devil’s Pack. Especially the president.

“I’m scared, Nara. Please be safe. Is Jude with you?”

“Um, yeah,” I lie. My friend calls me out on it.

“Nara,” she says exasperatedly. “Just… stay there, okay? Stay hidden. Stay safe.”

“Thanks for calling me and letting me know,” I say instead of making her a promise that I plan on breaking as soon as we hang up.

“Keep me updated on everything. I’m here for you. Please be careful.”

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone in my purse, grabbing it before racing outside. This is all my fault. I brought the wrath of my father’s MC right to Jude’s door, and I need to warn him. I pull out my phone again, thinking I can call him before running all the way out there, but then I realize I don’t have his number. Fuck.

I consider getting an Uber, but I don’t exactly know the address of the Devil’s Pack compound. It’s not like I can tell the driver to drop me off at the MC residence that controls the northern part of town. Still, I think I have enough information to find the converted warehouse Jude was telling me about a few days ago.

Not wasting any time, I take off toward the quarry farther up north in town, knowing there are some warehouses in that direction. My legs ache, my sides are killing me, and my lungs are pissed at me for suddenly deciding to train for a marathon.

I’m a sweaty, shaking, hyperventilating mess after less than ten minutes, but I somehow find the strength to keep going. One foot in front of the other. Keep running. I have to tell Jude what’s coming for him. I have to warn him.

I’m yanked to the side so suddenly I think I might have fallen in a ditch or something. When my brother’s dark and demented laugh fills my ears, I know it’s a thousand times worse than falling into a ditch.

“Gotcha,” he sneers, hauling me toward a black car I didn’t notice earlier.

His tight grip will surely leave a mark when he lets me go. My brother shoves me in the backseat, pushing me so hard I hit my head on the far side window. He starts up the car, and the enclosed space is instantly filled with guitar riffs and angry screaming. I curl up into a ball, wondering what my family is going to do to me. To Jude. To the club.

Fifteen minutes later, I’m being hauled into the Midnight Rebels’ clubhouse and marched to the back room. My stomach sinks even further, and I worry I might actually throw up from anxiety. I know what happens in this room. People go in, but they don’t come out.

My brother tosses me down into a metal chair, yanking my arms behind me and securing zip ties around my wrists. He also secures my legs to the chair so I’m truly stuck in place.

I look at him, searching for any kindness, any sense of protective instinct when it comes to tying up his little sister. There’s nothing. His eyes are dead.

I’m too busy studying my brother to notice my dad is here as well. He makes his presence known by slapping my cheek so hard I fear he may have knocked a tooth loose.

“It’s my fault,” I say, bracing myself for another strike. “Please don’t do anything to Jude or his MC. This is all my fault.”

”Goddamn right it is,” he grunts, gripping my chin in his greasy hand. My father yanks my head to one side and then the other, his eyes landing on my mark from Jude. ”What the hell kind of kinky fucking bullshit is this?” he yells. I try turning away from him, but he has a tight hold on my chin. ”Answer me,” he barks out. ”What the fuck is that mark on your neck?”

“It means she’s mine,” Jude roars as he steps into the room. He looks at me, fury and sorrow warring in his eyes. He hates seeing me like this. I hate it, too, for the record.

”The fuck she is,” my dad says as he reaches for his gun.

“Jude!” I cry out.

“Close your eyes, princess,” Jude says, his voice firm and commanding.

“But he has a–”

I don”t get a chance to finish my sentence before Jude shifts into his grizzly bear form. My dad and brother are silent for once in their lives, looking at Jude”s bear and then at each other as if verifying that they”re both seeing the same thing.

Jude takes advantage of their shocked state, lunging at my father and tackling him to the ground. My brother stands there, slack-jawed, watching our father being torn apart. More growls and snarls fill the room, and I see a wolf and a panther enter, both setting their sights on my brother.

That”s all I can take. I shut my eyes while justice is being carried out on the men who deserve it.

“I’ve got you,” Jude whispers from right next to me. I startle, still keeping my eyes closed. He undoes the ties around my wrists and ankles, then lifts me out of the chair and cradles me in his arms. “It will be over soon,” Jude promises. “Just keep your eyes closed.” I bury my face against his neck, breathing in his scent and letting it soothe my heartache.

“You saved me,” I say once we’re outside.

“I’ll always come for you. My mistake seems to be in letting you go.”

I smile at his grumpy frown. “From now on, I don’t want to go anywhere without you.”

“Good, because that’s what the plan is from here on out.”

I don’t know how serious he is, but something tells me Jude will always be this protective of me.