Dakota's Claim (16 page)

“God,
woman, you drive me so fucking crazy, but I love it.” He was off the couch and
had her in his arms seconds later and then he was taking her into his room,
slamming the door shut, and giving her exactly what she wanted … all of him.

Epilogue

One year later

Tawny
rested her head back on the couch and stared out the front window in Dakota’s
apartment in River Run. Yeah, they had really done it, moved in together, gone
the whole serious, exclusive route officially, and she loved every minute of
it. She may live with Dakota now, but she was only a half hour drive from her
family and The Grizzlies. She still saw them all the time, needed to because
they were so intricately woven into her life. But this was her world now, where
she wanted to be, and having her family and the club supportive of her decision
meant that she was content, in love, and not having to worry about feeling like
she was betraying her family’s decision and opinions.

 
For a year they had worked through every day,
talked about the jealousy, about how Dakota was with his possessiveness, and
although she had always grown up around males that were like that, actually
being the focus of it, being the female that brought out those feelings in
someone, still made her feel wanted. She didn’t live in a world where there
were chocolates on pillowcases, flowers waiting on her kitchen table. The man
she was in love with, that she loved more than her own life, was rough around the
edges. He was coarse in the way he spoke, the way he acted and made love to
her, and he also protected her like no other. That was how he showed her he
cared for her, and although they fought occasionally because he pissed her off
with his alpha attitude, she knew in the end of the day he was still perfect
for her.

She
still worked at the bar owned by The Grizzlies, but she was now working on the
paperwork for the business, doing the accounting and budgeting of the liquor
and materials, and she saw herself growing as a businesswoman. Tawny was even
taking a couple of classes at the local community college to gain better
knowledge on it all, and maybe one day she’d be running the bar, making it her
own.

The
sound of a Harley told her Dakota was home from his workout. She didn’t move,
but saw him pull into the driveway. His apartment was on the lower level, and
being able to watch him climb off that big gleaming piece of machinery, aroused
her to no end. His jeans formed to his body, his short-sleeved shirt showed off
his muscles, and his cut accentuated his power and deadliness. Yes, even a year
later she still felt the butterflies in her belly, the tightening at the base
of her spine and tingle that traveled through her veins when he touched her.
She just knew that it would never go away. There was one person on this planet
meant for someone else, born to be his or hers, and there was nothing that
would deviate from that fact. Dakota was that to her, and Tawny knew she was
that to him.

Dakota
walked up the driveway, his sunglasses on, his dark hair a mass of short
strands on his head. God, he looked good, especially seeing as he had just
worked out, how he’d smell of clean sweat, and taste slightly salty. And then
he walked in, closed the door behind him, and her heart sped up. He had left
early this morning to deal with club business. It was already evening, and the
sun was just now starting to set on the horizon.

He
stepped into the living, and his grin spread as he stared at her. “Hey, baby.”
He removed his sunglasses and then went for his cut.

“Hey.”
She lowered her gaze to where she could see his muscle definition through the
white t-shirt he wore. “Why don’t you wear sweats or track clothes after you
work out?” She was teasing him, and the gruff, annoyed sound he made had her
smile widening.

“You
ever see a man riding on his Harley with an MC cut on and a pair of sweats?” He
lifted a dark eyebrow, and then grinned.
“Yeah, not going to
happen.”

She
started chuckling and patted the seat next to her. “I missed you. I didn’t even
get to really see you this morning.” Although she had woken up briefly when he
had kissed her on the forehead before he left for the club, she still felt like
she hadn’t see or spoken to him all day.

He
moved toward her, sat on the seat beside her, and then took her hand in his.

“I’m
going to shower, and then I want to talk to you about something.”

“Wait.”
She straddled his hips before he could move, and instantly she felt his cock
start to harden. The bear inside of her rose up, anxious to be with her mate.
Lowering her face to his neck, she inhaled deeply, loving that slightly salty,
fresh and clean sweat smell on him. He also had the scent of the wind that had
covered him when riding
home,
and her entire body lit
up for him.

“If
you don’t stop it, baby, I am not going to be able to control myself.” He ran
the tip of his nose up the side of her throat. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“Dakota,
I want you. I don’t care how sweaty you are. In fact, I kind of like that. It
makes it seem dirty.” She pulled back and smirked.

He
groaned and leaned forward to kiss her. “I know, but I want to be clean when we
talk.”

That
had her interest piqued. He gripped her waist and lifted her easily off of him.

“Give
me ten, baby, and then I’m all yours.” He grinned, grabbed her chin with his
thumb and forefinger, and said in a deep voice, “but come here and
give
me one more kiss first.”

She
braced her hands on the couch cushions, leaned forward, and kissed him hard.
“Hurry up,” she said against his mouth, and then ran her tongue over his bottom
lip. Tugging at his flesh, she loved when he grunted, grabbed her upper arms,
and she thought maybe his resistance had left. But then he pulled back,
chuckled softly, and kissed her on the tip of the nose.

“You’re
a bad girl, baby, but that’s why I love you.” He rose, stalked down the
hallway, and then she heard the door close to the bathroom.

For
the next ten minutes she stayed on the couch, anxious to be with Dakota in
every way. Her pussy was wet, her nipples hard, and she kept reading the same
Facebook post on her phone. When the sound of the shower shutting off sounded,
she stood, her hands shaking from her need and anticipation for her male. But
before she could move he was already out of the bathroom. The sight of his
hard, tattooed, and muscular back retreating to their bedroom had her smiling.
She moved toward him, padded down the hallway, the wood cold under her bare
feet.

Placing
her fingers on the partially ajar door, she closed her eyes, felt and heard her
heart beat faster, and pushed it open. And there he stood, totally buck naked,
bent over to put on a pair of boxer briefs. He stopped when she took a step in
the room and the floor creaked. God, he looked good naked, all hard sinew and
defined muscles. He wasn’t all bulky like a weightlifter, but not as lean as a
swimmer. He was tall and big, and just right. His dick was hard, and getting
stiffer the longer she stared at it. And as if he wanted to tempt her, or maybe
torture her, he reached down, grabbed his dick, and started stroking himself.

“Come
here, baby,” he said in a low, husky voice filled with heat and desire.

Tawny
was more than ready to do whatever he said. It was like she was addicted to the
feeling of his cock inside her, and of his big body dominating her.

He
pulled her toward him and wrapped his hand around a chunk of her hair. Dakota
kissed her hard. There was no teasing on his part. He was brutal, demanding,
and giving her everything she craved.

While
still kissing her he led them over to the bed, but instead of lying on her back
she was turned around in his arms. Her back pressed to his chest, and he
smoothed his hands over her breasts, molded his palms to the mounds for a
second, and then continued his descent until he reached the edge of her shirt.
In one swift move he had the material up and over her head and tossed to the
side. She felt her bra hook come undone by his expertise motions, and then the
heavy mounds sprang free of their confinement.

“So
much better, baby,” he said as he murmured against her throat. Before she could
turn in his arms, desperate for his mouth, he had her on the bed face first.

Tawny
went down on her belly, and in a matter of seconds he tore her shorts and
panties free, stroked her bare ass with his big hands, and gave each cheek a
stinging spank.

“Look
at this ass,” he said as if speaking to himself, and spanked her again. “It was
made for fucking, baby.” He squeezed her cheeks, growled out, and then leaned
down and bit her right ass cheek. He bit her other side, smacked her butt one
more time, and then leaned away to grab the lube and a condom from the
nightstand.

They
had done anal before, many times in fact, and although Tawny hadn’t liked it at
first, the more they did it, and the more Dakota stretched her ass gently with
his big cock, the more she realized there was pleasure in the act.

“You
ready for me and my big dick, Tawny?” Dakota asked, his voice thick with his
arousal, his words oh so raunchy and good.

“I’m
always ready,” she said, looked over her shoulder, and popped her ass out. The
sound of him growling like he was an animal himself and had a hard time in
keeping his
composure,
was an aphrodisiac all on its
own for Tawny. She was ready, more than ready, and she knew Dakota would make
this feel good, so damn good.

****

Dakota
looked down at Tawny, at the woman that drove him insane with lust, love, need,
and jealousy. He spread one cheek enough that he could smear the lube over the
puckered hole, felt his cock jerk at the sight of her tight little area, and groaned
at the thought that he had popped her cherry, and taken her virgin ass.
Normally he didn’t wear a condom because she was on the pill, but anytime they
did anal he put one on. He had that motherfucker on in record time. Just
looking at her had him nearly coming right then and there. Her ass was big and
round, and totally
fuckable
,
and
 
looked
so damn juicy that he didn’t
stop himself from moving his hands over the creamy globes.

“Your
ass was made for my cock, Tawny.” He leaned forward, ran his lips along the
left cheek, and then did the same to the right. The small moan she made and the
way she bunched the sheets in her hands told him she liked hearing his raunchy
talk. “I’m going to fuck your ass, Tawny, claim you hard and rough, but first
I’m going to make your sweet little cunt come for me.”

“
God
, Dakota. Stop talking and start
acting.”

“You’ll
come all over my face, give me all that sweet cream of yours, and beg me for
more.” He moved his mouth over the small of her back, along the line of her
spine, and up to the back of her neck. When he felt her lift her ass and grind
it into his cock, he knew it was time to taste that sweet fucking pussy until
she was pleading with him for more.

Spearing
his hand in her hair, and tangling the long blonde strands in his fingers, he
yanked her head back and exposed her throat. Dakota bit her shoulder lightly,
trying to hold off from coming right on her ass before he even tasted or fucked
her. He pulled on the strands with more force, loved when she cried out in pleasure
and pain, and pressed his teeth a bit harder into the smooth, soft flesh of
where her neck met her shoulder.

“I
fucking love you, Tawny.”

“I
love you, too, Dakota,” she breathed out.

He
didn’t lessen his hold on her hair when he moved his other hand down to take
hold of one of her ass cheeks. Dakota gripped the big, spongy flesh, wanting to
leave his mark on her body.

Dakota
moved back down her body, and when he reached her ass he spread the cheeks
wide, and took in the sight of that tight hole that he wanted to fuck. He
lowered his gaze to her pussy, saw her little hole slightly gaping for him, how
wet and red she was, and knew he wouldn’t last very long eating her out. He
flattened his tongue and ran it up and down her cleft, sucked her clit into his
mouth until she was thrusting her pussy on her face and grinding herself
against him like she wanted him to be with her hardcore.

“Oh yeah, so good, Dakota.”

He
grinned against her swollen, damp flesh, and licked her several more times
before finally pulling away. He moved away from her pussy, up the slender line
between the cheeks of her ass, and licked her asshole over and over again. He
grunted at the clean, fresh soapy flavor of her. He dragged his tongue over
that puckered hole, pressed his tongue inside until he felt her clench around
him, and could have fucking come right there on the damn bed like a teenager.
Dakota couldn’t take anymore. He needed her right the fuck now.

He
moved back, grabbed his cock, and poised the tip of his dick at her ass. Gripping
onto her waist in a tight hold, there was no more taking, no more teasing. He
needed to do this, and the way she was lifting her bottom told him she needed
this, too. He started was pushing his dick into her, slowly, stretching her
wide so his dick could get past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance.