“I know, Sonya.” He slowly opened his eyes, and they looked more amber in color. “You can’t hide what you feel, because the sweet scent of your arousal and confusion over it are as strong as what I’m feeling, too.”
Sonya’s throat was dry and slowly starting to close in on itself.
“But I know what you’ve been through, know that right here.” He placed his hand on her chest, right over her heart, and a small sound from the weight of his palm and the heat from it spearing right through her, left her mouth. “You are hurting right here in your heart, and no matter how hard you try to be strong there is no way to hide it.” Jagger kept his hand on her chest. “I can feel your little heart beating so hard and fast, because even if you feel this chemistry between us, this electricity every time we touch, and this bone deep need, your pulse is racing because you know what I say is true.”
Sonya swallowed, trying to get moisture in her suddenly dry throat. Yes, she knew exactly what he was saying, and felt it so strongly.
“But I’m not Trick, would never do the things he did to you, and will find him and kill him.” He said the last part on a growl. “A male of any kind of worth wouldn’t treat a female the way he treated you.” She didn’t miss when he started moving the very tip of his big fingers along her collarbone. “But even though I wouldn’t treat you that way, I am in no way a good male. I live for blood, rage, and the violence that moves through my veins. The MC life isn’t good for a female that has been abused.” Sonya wished she could respond, but his words touched her more than anything anyone had ever said to her. “Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
She nodded because speech was not possible right now. With the heavy weight of his hand on her chest, the smell of his dark, spicy scent, and at the sight of such an imposing and intimidating man saying such heart-wrenching things to her, all of her comprehension vanished. At this moment she could imagine herself in a very different world, one that hadn’t been ripped from her when she was so young. But all she had wanted was to escape the MC life. Then this male came along and had her second guessing herself because she wanted to explore why Jagger made her feel this way. “No one has made me feel this way.”
He closed his eyes again, and he inhaled deeply. It seemed like forever before he took a step away from her and opened his eyes to look at her. There was a sudden chill that surrounded her.
“We better get to the bike shop, and then we’ll get you some clothes. That way you’ll feel more comfortable when we go eat breakfast.” He averted his eyes and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck.
She hated that he wouldn’t look at her, especially since she felt like they had connected on more than just a physical level right then. The words he had said reached out and had taken hold of a part of her. When she nodded he turned and left her alone in his room. She looked down at the shirt she held. Even without bringing it to her nose she smelled the dark scent that made up Jagger. This certainly was a turn of events she hadn’t seen coming.
Chapter Nine
“You’ve put this club through a lot of shit, and you have the balls to come on my territory and ask us to help you take down the Grizzly MC—one that I’ll remind you we have a mutual understanding with—because they took the female you kidnapped?”
Trick stared at Rex, the Cougar MC President of the Utah charter.
“Man, you really are fucked in the head.” Rex leaned forward and stared at Trick with his beady black fucking eyes. “You’re lucky we don’t gut you right here.”
Trick smirked. No way would they touch him, not unless they wanted to really see how crazy his ass was. Trick looked around the small coffee shop. He might be labeled a loose cannon, but he wasn’t a dumb fucker either. He had gone to the Cougars in hopes that they could give him the manpower he needed to get his female back that those fucking Grizzly assholes had taken. Her scent and the stench of her blood had saturated his property when he had returned from the woods. But it wasn’t until three days ago when he was scouting out Jagger’s clubhouse on the outskirts of Steel Corner that he had seen Sonya with that motherfucker Jagger. For three hours he had watched them go from a bike shop, to a clothing store, and finally stop to get something to eat before heading back to the Grizzly MC. There had been two other Grizzly members with them the whole time, or Trick would have gone after her right then. He didn’t give two shits about an audience, or getting down and gritty with a fucking bear, but he also had to be safe about this. He didn’t want to start shit and one of the other bear shifters take her away and he had to start the whole process over again in finding her. Even thinking about her wearing that bear’s clothes had his blood boiling and this homicidal rage churning inside of him. When he did get her back he’d make sure she bled for the trouble she caused him.