until he bit down my shoulder. I felt his tongue lick the same spot before he lifted off me enough to look into my eyes. “You’re mine. Not for right now, but for always.”
My mouth opened and shut, but I couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought much less speak. His? As in… he was keeping me? I’d known there was a chance some guy in one club or another would eventually go all caveman on me and try to tell me I belonged to him and only him. It hadn’t occurred to me it would be the first guy I slept with, or that he’d be the President of another club.
“Eric, I…” What could I say?
“You on birth control?”
“No,” I said softly. Fine time for him to think about that. Another reason we should have used a condom.
He grunted. “Good. Makes it easier to knock you up.”
Knock. Me. Up.
As in he wanted to get me pregnant on purpose? Had I fallen into an alternate reality? All I’d said was I’d never been with another man before, and now he wanted to chain me to him in any and every way possible? Sure, I’d heard the stories back home, but I hadn’t realized what it would feel like to be faced with a man like Beast saying I was his and he wanted to put a baby in me.
I had to wonder if my mother had felt like this. I’d heard the story of how she and my dad got together. My grandfather had brokered her to the club President in exchange for his help. Mom had run and returned when she’d gotten a few years older. Except, she’d said the moment she saw him, she’d fallen for my dad. Was I falling for Beast? Did I want this? Want him?
“Thinking too hard,” he murmured, rolling off me. He tugged me against his side, holding onto me. “Get some rest, sweetheart. You said you were tired.”
Sleep. Sleep was good. Maybe when I woke up, all this would make more sense. Or maybe I’d find out I’d dreamed the entire thing. For some reason, that made me sad. I didn’t like the thought of this moment with Beast not being real. I might not know if I wanted to be an old lady, especially since I was only eighteen, but I couldn’t regret being with him.
I closed my eyes, breathed in his scent, and let my body relax. Worrying over the future wouldn’t solve anything when I was too tired to think straight.
Besides, Venom knew I was here. If he didn’t approve, he’d have come and dragged me from Beast’s home himself. That had to mean something.
Chapter Three
Beast
Shit. Shit. Shit. I’d just fucked a damn virgin, and one who happened to be the princess of the Dixie Reapers MC. If her daddy didn’t tear me a new asshole, the club’s VP currently at my compound might do the job for him. Had Venom left her here knowing she was innocent, and counting on me to not fuck up and take her like some… well… beast?
I’d have to call Torch. It was the right thing to do, even if I did dread it. Maybe I could put it off for a bit. Jesus. All the women in the world and I had to decide I wanted to keep the daughter of another club’s President. I wasn’t sure how it would all play out, but I knew one thing. I wasn’t giving her up. Lyssa was mine now, and they’d have to take her by force. I’d never willingly let her walk away. Not to mention she might very well be pregnant with my kid already. The thought of her swollen with my child made my cock hard again.
Even at forty-two, I could still go more than once on the nights I yanked one out, but the club whores didn’t hold my interest anymore. I’d just never gotten hard thinking about knocking one of them up. Then again, Lyssa was far from being like those women. Not that there was anything wrong with them. I’d enjoyed them and had no problem with a woman embracing her sexuality. But knowing Lyssa had been innocent, that I was the only man she’d ever had between her thighs, it made me feel like King-fucking-Kong.
I eased out from under her and went to take a shower. When I’d come home, I’d had no intention of starting anything with her. I’d wanted to make sure she was all