Chapter 11
11
SAVAGE
A fter sleeping for a couple more hours, we got up, showered, dressed, and made our way to the kitchen for lunch. When we finished, I took my girl to the lounge, where we tended to hang out unless we were outside.
I had Tamara tucked against me on the leather couch, one arm slung low around her waist and the other draped across the back. She was curled in close, her cheek resting over my heart like it was her favorite spot. And hell if it wasn’t mine too.
We relaxed together, lazy and content. Enjoying the kind of quiet that didn’t happen often around the compound.
Although it was never completely silent around here. Across the room, Wrecker and Hawk were perched at the bar, arguing over which kind of bike oil gave a better burn-off smell. Ridiculous shit. But they were both dead serious about it, and the one-liners were flying. Hawk, sharp-tongued and dry as the desert, was poking Wrecker’s last nerve. Wrecker, for his part, looked like he was one sentence away from launching a fucking barstool.
Tamara giggled softly against my chest.
Damn, that sound did something to me.
I looked down at her and got lost in the little smile tugging at her lips and the way she burrowed in like she never wanted to leave. My chest got tight, and I wondered how the hell I’d lived without this—without her—for so long.
The door to the kitchen swung open, and Rhiannon walked in with her and Viper’s son on her hip. The kid was four months old, full of chubby limbs and bright eyes. He was squirming like he had someplace to be and no damn clue how to get there. I had to admit, even my grumpy ass couldn’t help turning soft by all the cute kids running around.
Tamara perked up instantly. “Hi, Rhiannon! Oh my goodness, look at Harvey. I saw him a couple of days ago, and I feel like he’s already getting bigger.” She reached out eagerly. “Can I hold him?”
Rhiannon didn’t hesitate, looking grateful as hell. She handed over her son with a small sigh of relief and an affectionate eye roll. “Be my guest. I think my arms are going numb. He’s teething. And I swear, the little wiggle-worm never stops moving.”
Tamara pulled Harvey close, cooing at him as she bounced him gently on her lap while he flailed and babbled with pure baby nonsense. Watching her hold him—soft, playful, lit up from the inside—hit me straight in the chest, sending warmth to every part of me.
Fuck, she was gorgeous. I couldn’t stop watching her. She looked so natural. So right. And I wanted it more than ever before. Her, just like that. Holding my kid. Ours.
Pictures of her in our future flashed through my mind, round and glowing, my ring on her hand and my baby growing inside her. And yeah, I’d be the one losing my shit every damn time she waddled too far from my reach or someone dared to look at her wrong.
I was seconds away from hauling her upstairs and working on that future again when Deviant walked in from the hallway that led to our offices. His expression was sharp, and his gaze met mine immediately. He jerked his chin toward the hallway, and I nodded.
I curled my fingers firmly around Tamara’s jaw and turned her face up for a quick, hard kiss. “Be right back, baby.”
She looked at Deviant curiously but didn’t say a word.
Since there was no chance that I would ever let her go, we’d spent a little time earlier talking about how things worked within the club. I would never lie to her, but she’d have to accept that there would always be things I couldn’t talk to her about. Times when I’d have to leave, and she wouldn’t know why or where I was going. I couldn’t discuss club business unless specifically given permission.
All this biotech shit revolved around her, so she’d been kept more in the loop. After chewing on it for a few minutes, she’d just said, “I can live with that.”
If we hadn’t been in the lounge, I’d have kissed the fuck outta her.
So when she didn’t push for answers, just nodding to show that her trust was unshakable, I fell even harder. Pride mixed with satisfaction, and I silently cursed Deviant for cockblocking me.
Following him down the hall, I spotted Fox and Maverick already waiting near the prez’s office. Deviant didn’t waste time. “The message you sent me this morning about Tamara’s friend Marcy? You were right to be worried.”
I tensed. It wasn’t like I hadn’t guessed that, but I hated knowing how the confirmation would affect Tamara. “What did you find?”
“A fucking lot,” he said grimly. “There’s a building just over the line one town over. It looks abandoned, but recon showed that the inside’s been retrofitted into a makeshift medical facility.”
“How the fuck did this situation end up in our fucking backyard?” Fox growled.
Deviant looked hesitant, his eyes darting to me before going back to our prez.
My eyes narrowed. “What?”
“There’s some evidence that they set up shop near here shortly after Tamara started working for them.”
“Are you saying she’s involved?” My tone was low and dangerous, a warning that he’d better consider his next words very carefully.
“Of course not.” Deviant growled, then sighed. “Or not directly anyway.”
I waited for an explanation.
“Dug a little deeper into the building they’re using. The previous owner was Mike Hurst.”
My brow shot up. “Tamara’s dad?”
“I’m thinking they found out about the properties he was selling when they did the background check before hiring her.”
Silence descended, thick and heavy.
Then Deviant broke the quiet. “There’s more.”
Maverick expelled a harsh breath. “Movement?”
“All damn day,” Deviant grunted. “People goin’ in but only employees coming back out. No doubt they’re moving in a group of new test subjects.”
“Same company?” Maverick asked.
Deviant pressed his lips together, clearly reluctant to go on. “Same shell funding it, same routing numbers, same lead tech. But the listed owner…it’s Tamara.”
“What the fuck?” I shouted.
Before I could seriously lose my shit, Deviant plowed on. “They copied her signature for the sale straight from her employment application. She never noticed the identity theft because it was paid for with cash. Looks like they were setting her up to take the fall for them if necessary. Probably why things got weird the second she looked a little deeper.”
I was reeling from all this information and how the hell to process it.
“Also, there’s another mobile clinic on the edge of town. This one is a smaller operation, out of a large van.”
“Bastards are spreading like a fucking virus,” Fox snarled. “This shit has gone far enough. We take it down tonight.” Then his gaze locked with mine. “And when the last body clears that building…”
He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to.
I nodded once.
Finally.
I was gonna get to light a fucking match and watch their world go up in flames.
They moved to handle the rest of the planning, but my mind was already back on Tamara.
“Savage.”
I glanced up to see Stone had joined us. “Make sure the destruction looks like it was done deliberately. Deviant and I will take care of the legal documents to ensure Tamara isn’t connected, then I’ll file an insurance claim for them. Being investigated for insurance fraud will be a great addition to the other charges they’ll face.”
“Fine,” I agreed, glancing in the direction of the lounge.
Maverick clapped a hand on my shoulder and shoved. “Go. Only thing that’s gonna keep you tame is your girl.”
Yeah, tame wasn’t anywhere near what I had in mind for Tamara.
I went back and found her still on the couch, Harvey now passed out in her arms while she whispered some lullaby I didn’t recognize. I crouched in front of her and ran a hand up her thigh. “Come with me, baby.”
She looked up at me, instantly alert. I took her hand and helped her up. I waited while she passed Harvey back to Rhiannon, then I led Tamara back to our room without another word.
Once we were inside, I closed the door and turned to face her.
“Headed out tonight,” I said, my tone even. “Another raid. We know where they’re keeping the people for the trial. It’s local.”
I kept my explanation simple and left all the other shit for another time.
Her breath caught. “You’re going?”
“Yeah.”
Her lip trembled before she could stop it. “I knew you would. It's the kind of stuff you guys do. But I’m scared.” She tried for a sassy smile, but it wobbled. “I kind of like you. A lot. Probably all those amazing orgasms, but still, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“I fucking adore you, baby,” I told her honestly as I stepped in close, brushing my knuckles down her cheek. “Nothing’s gonna keep me from coming back to you. Not now. Not ever.” One corner of my mouth lifted. “If my good girl wants to come, I’ll?—”
Tamara surged forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in like she couldn’t wait another second to taste me. The kiss started slowly. Soft lips, teasing breaths, the brush of her tongue against mine. It was everything. A promise. A fucking prayer.
But the second she moaned, quiet and needy, a switch flipped inside me. Just like that, I was done being gentle.
My hands fisted the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and off in one smooth move. Then I yanked her leggings and panties down and helped her kick them away.
“Fucking hell,” I grunted before my lips were on hers again.
I didn’t break the kiss or even let her breathe without me. I just backed her toward the wall, step by step, until her spine hit the hard surface with a soft thud. She gasped when my thigh shoved between hers, pressing up against her core, and I felt the heat of her slick through my jeans.
Her head tipped back, giving me better access. I licked up her neck before sinking my teeth into the soft skin just beneath her jaw. She shuddered, and my cock throbbed hard enough to hurt.
“You know what I’m about to do, don’t you?” I growled against the flushed skin of her throat. “Gonna fuck my baby so deep you won’t remember what empty feels like.”
“Talon,” she whimpered, her voice catching on my name. “Please.”
“That’s right,” I rasped, sliding a hand between her thighs. “Beg me to fill you.”
My middle finger glided through her slick folds, and I groaned, “You’re soaked already. You want it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, hips rocking forward, chasing the pleasure my hand could give her.
I grabbed her thighs and lifted her like she weighed nothing, wrapping her legs tight around my waist. Her breath caught as I pinned her to the wall, my body caging hers completely.
“Not just sex tonight,” I growled, my voice low and rough as gravel. “This is mating, Tamara. You’re mine, and I’m gonna brand you in every way. Starting with a swollen belly so everyone who looks at you knows you’re mine.”
She whimpered my name again, a desperate sound that cracked something wide open in me, making my hunger for her nearly unbearable.
“Gonna fuck you so full of come, your body won’t know how to be anything except mine. You want that, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh yes.”
Her hands pulled at my cut, so I used my hips to hold her up while I ripped it off and tossed it to the floor, my shirt quickly joining it.
“Take me out, baby,” I ordered.
She made quick work of my belt, then unzipped my pants before wrapping her hot little hand as far as it could go around my shaft.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned.
She took me out, squeezed once, then used her thumb to flick my piercing.
“Oh, shit!” I yelled, my pelvis thrusting into her palm.
I was gone. There was nothing left of me but the need to fuck. Hard. Fast. Deep. To make my woman scream while I filled her womb with my seed.
I slammed inside her, burying myself to the hilt. Her head fell back against the wall, and her nails raked down my shoulders, her entire body trembling around me. Tight. Hot. Perfect. Her pussy squeezed me like it already knew I was the only one who’d ever be inside her. Knew who owned it.
“Mine,” I grunted. “My pussy. Say it.”
“Yours!” she cried out, her inner muscles pulsing around my cock.
I fucked her like I was branding her from the inside out, my hips slamming into hers with punishing force, one arm locked under her thigh, the other cupping the back of her skull to protect her from getting hurt again. My lips never stopped—kissing her mouth, neck, and jaw, while whispering every filthy, possessive thought that filled my mind.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet.
It was feral.
“Tight little pussy was made for me,” I growled, my forehead pressed to hers. “Made for taking my cock and having my babies. You hear me?”
“Yes! Yes! Talon!”
I pounded in and out, stretching her, taking her, owning her. “Fuck! Oh fuck, Tamara! That’s it, baby! Fuck!”
Her walls clamped down around me, tight and greedy, and I felt her climax slam into her like a freight train. Her body bowed, her mouth open on a silent cry, her nails sinking deep into my back.
I followed a heartbeat later, thrusting so deep I could’ve sworn our souls tangled. My piercing bumped against her cervix as I shot load after load until I’d emptied every drop inside her.
I held her there, pressed to the wall, both of us panting like we’d just survived a raging storm. Then again, that wasn’t all that far off. When Tamara and I collided, it was as if the world was thrown into chaos. My heart thundered, her breaths were ragged, and for a long moment, we didn’t say anything. We didn’t need to.
Eventually, when my legs were steady enough, I carried her to the bed and gently set her down. Settling myself on top of her, I kissed her again, slow and reverent, my lips moving over hers like a vow.
Because even when I was at my most primal—especially then—she was still everything.