Free Rage (A Thunder Gypsies MC Outlaw Biker Romance) by Christa Wick

the woods.
    I didn’t know how much of the gentle suitor I had in me, if at all.
    “Spread your legs,” I growled.
    A surprised gasp escaped her but she complied. Her nails dug at my shoulders as I pushed the gusset of her panties to one side. My chest tight with need and the possibility of her rejecting me, I slid a finger between her labia.
    Wet -- just how I wanted her.
    I licked my lips, the beastly part of my brain wanting to consume every last inch of her.
    “Baby, sometimes I’m going to want to fuck you. Nothing sweet about it.” I looked up to find the blue eyes innocent once more. “Like right now. I want to boss this hot little pussy until you scream for mercy. I want to fuck you so hard you’re nothing but mindless whimpers and a tight, wet hole.”
    The tremble that had gripped her before returned full force. Her knees would have knocked together if my hand hadn’t kept her legs separated. The shaking drew my attention to her face and the lips she kept wetting with her tongue. She absolutely couldn’t control the energy running through her right then.
    But I could.
    I pushed three fingers into Avery, my free hand knotting the bottom hem of her t-shirt to keep her trapped in front of me. Her nipples pushed against the fabric, each hard bud swollen bigger than I could imagine. I nipped at one through the material as my hand fucked deeper into her pussy.
    “I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me,” I told her. She pressed her breasts closer to my face. Her arms wrapped around my head as if she would smother me to her chest. The shaking hadn’t stopped and I knew it wouldn’t until I made her come a few times.
    I freed my head from her embrace and stared hard into the blue eyes. “I will maim any man who so much as thinks he can touch you. Your body and everything that comes with it is mine.”
    It was a crap way to tell her I loved her, but I didn’t know any other way to say it. I half didn’t want to admit the sentiment to myself. Everyone I loved was either dead or in prison. And I had failed them, losing the protection the Gypsies offered without finding the evidence to free Lincoln and my father or avenge Boone’s death.
    I couldn’t tolerate the idea of ever letting Avery down. And if I loved her, it seemed likely I would do just that.
    “Tell me you understand, baby.” I tugged hard at her clit, wanting to hurt her just a little for the way she had my guts all twisted into thick knots that would never come untied. “Tell me.”
    “I’m yours,” she said, her voice cracking down the center of her reply.
    “All of you,” I growled.
    “Yes,” she whispered. “All of me.”
    I couldn’t take any more of the sweet trembling or the way her cunt wept from my touch. I pushed her stomach-first onto the mattress, one hand pressing down on her back to keep her in place while the other freed my cock.
    With her panties pushed to the side, I entered her hard and fast from behind. “You’re going to come for me when I fuck you like this.”
    “Yes.”
    The way the moan escaped her as a hiss, I knew she was just as aroused as I was. My cock sluiced through her, her pussy making wet, sucking sounds as I pounded deeper. I had told her last night she would be riding sore. This time I would make certain that every bounce in the road tomorrow made her achy and wet.
    “My pussy.” I chewed at her throat, my hand forcing its way between her body and the mattress to scratch lightly against her clit. “My sweet, tight cunt, open and ready when I want it.”
    She whimpered, her ass and thigh muscles working to ride my cock.
    “Tell me, Avery,” I demanded, my hips lifting and pressing so that my cock traveled a long, hard line inside her.
    “Your cunt,” she gasped.
    She had one cheek pressed against the mattress and her eyes rolled up. Her pussy danced around my cock, squeezing and sucking, her interior so lubricated it slurped with her need to come.
    “Your cunt, just yours,”