Owned by the Outlaw by Jenika Snow Page A

this. She didn’t hear
the door open, but she knew Stinger was standing in the doorway, and probably
had witnessed the whole thing.
    “Do members in The Grizzly MC act like this when
they don’t get their way?” She kept her back to him, still staring at the road,
but trying to make light of a situation that had gone from fucked-up to
humiliating.
    “Some of them, but all but all but one of the
Grizzlies in my charter have old ladies now, and that opens up a whole other
level of possessive assholishness.”  
    Molly couldn’t help it. She started laughing.
Turning around, she saw Stinger leaning against the doorframe. He was still
shirtless, still had his pants unbuttoned, but had since cleaned off the blood.
That V of muscle on his abdomen framed his six pack and aimed right down to his cock that, although not hard, still bulged out the
front of his jeans. “Assholishness? I don’t think
that’s a word.”
    He grinned, but it was more of tilt of the corner of
his mouth. “It is a word when dealing with a bunch of dominating bear shifters that
own their women.”
    “Own? That sounds so horrible and …
slave- like.”
    He pushed off the frame and walked toward her, and
before Molly knew what his intentions were he had his arms wrapped around her
waist. He pulled her close to his body, flush with his chest, and then lifted
her so that only the tips of her toes were on the ground.
    “Stinger—”
    He cut off her protest with a hard kiss. The flavor
of mint covered her tongue when he slipped his inside of his mouth. With his
arms wrapped tightly around her body, he moved them until they were back in the
motel room. He shut the door, set her on her feet, and broke the kiss.
    “I could take you again, Molly. Right
now.” He took hold of her hand and placed it right over his erection. He
was hard and huge, and instantly she got wet. “You feel what you do to me,
baby?” He lowered his head so that his mouth was at the crook of her neck. He
inhaled again, and although she had to admit it should have been weird, there
was this very feminine part of her that melted at that fact. This man wasn’t
just this hard, gritty biker. He was also a wild animal that could tear her
apart with his bare hands. There was this frightening realization to that
thought, but that fear mixed with her arousal, creating this explosive
sensation inside of her that made her feel like some kind of nympho just for
Stinger. “I have never wanted a woman as much as I want you.” He ran his tongue
up the length of the side of her neck.
    She closed her eyes, unable to hold them open any
longer. “I find that hard to believe.” Her words came out strained, breathless,
and just as needy as he claimed to be for her.
    He thrust his hips forward, only an inch, and only
enough for her to feel the long, thick length covered only by denim. “You can
believe what you want, but I don’t lie. Ever, baby.” He gently nipped at her
earlobe. “I could fuck you three more times today and still not get enough.” He
used his body to move her until she was walking backward. The bed stopped her
retreat, and his breath came out faster against her flesh. “But you’d take me
into your sweet fucking pussy, wouldn’t you, Molly?” He moved his hands over
her chest and covered her breasts that were only hidden from him by the thin
cotton. “Yeah, you’d give in to me again. You’d let me have you any way I
wanted.” He moved his hands around her hips, down her lower back, and curved
them around her ass. “Your pussy is addicting, but next time I slide my cock
into your body, it’s going to be in your ass, Molly.” He took the material of
her sweat pants, and pulled them up until the fabric was forced to move between
the cheeks of her ass. The seam rubbed along the puckered hole of her bottom,
and even though that shouldn’t have been a turn on, when he moved one of his
hands to her right breast and started clenching and unclenching the mound she
grew