Free Outlaw MC of Mars by James Cox Page A

shouted the words then spun onto my stomach as it hauled me
along and caught hold of the boulder. The more it yanked, the looser my pants became. Another tentacle wrapped around
my arm. I slashed at it with the knife. My pants slid down my hips, coming off
and freeing me from the beast’s grip. Great, now I had to fight this fucker
naked. It sprung for me again, rolling closer but not enough to reach. I think
it learned its lesson. That left eye was closed and oozing. One limb grasped my
waist. Another had my hand with the weapon as a third whipped at my face. I
felt this jolt against my head like I’d
smashed against a rock going eighty miles an hour on my hover bike . My head jerked backward. The agony that ran through my
body was indescribable. The beast lifted me and hauled me closer to that mouth.
Panic set in. I couldn’t die here. Outlaw would come for me. He would save me.
The mouth came closer. I had one free hand. As this creature’s abominable breath
threatened to knock me out, I dropped the knife from my captured fingers. It
fell wide for a moment but landed at the
edge of my free hand. I slammed my fist upward. The blade sunk into its mouth.
The thing cried out. Its lips closed. One large tooth ripped across my face.
    The
agony was so intense I couldn’t breathe. Cheers rang out. Blood drenched my
face and chest. I pulled the knife free and struck repeatedly. The limbs
loosened. I held on to its face. I used every ounce of strength I had to
continue on. Each puncture of the knife had the beast backing up, trying to
flee.
      Not today, you bastard. You will not get me
today.
    The
creature gave one bloodcurdling roar and then stilled under me. I was gasping
as I finally stopped hacking at it. My face was on fire. Blood still streamed down
my cheek and onto my nude body. Energy fled me, but I managed to stay on my feet. The cheers had quieted. No one expected this
outcome. They thought I’d be another forgotten victim.
    My
name is Liam Delacruise and I am an Outlaw.
     
    And that’s how the legend happened.
The first beast killed by a man. But in my nightmares the beast was
unstoppable. It came after me mercilessly. Sometimes its tooth would skim along
my flesh again, parting the skin and spraying blood. This was one of those
times. No matter where I ran, it followed. That smell. That slime. The terror
was stunningly real. I cried out for Outlaw, screaming his name as loud as I
could.
    “Liam!”
    His deep voice was a beacon. I held
on to it. Savored the sound. I was being shaken and I fought the remnants of
the nightmare. I jerked, gasping as I came awake. Outlaw’s beautiful brown eyes
locked onto mine. I opened my lips, but
no sound would come out.
    “It’s okay. We’re here. We’re on Mars.”
He sat next to me on our wide bed and held my hand.
    “Liam?” Reilly’s soft voice came
from my right side. He reached out and brushed his fingers through my damp
hair. “The beast again?”
    I nodded. My throat felt raspy and
raw. The wound on my face was healed but for a scar that marred my attractiveness . It throbbed right now like it
was brand new. Reilly bent down and kissed the skin as if he knew. His lips
pressed softly along the jagged edges. I lay
back down on the bed, trying to catch my breath. I felt like an idiot now that
the terror of the nightmare passed. If I kept waking them up like this, they’d
keep me out of our damn bed. Yeah, our bed. Outlaw was my one true love, but Reilly sneaked up on us. He professed
his love to the club president before they came to rescue me. That was two
months ago. “Sorry.”
    Outlaw laid his arm over my waist.
We were all naked and I wondered if they were as soft as I was. My cock was
down for the count at the memory of the beast. I leaned my head against Outlaw as
Reilly placed his on my chest. Their warmth was like this security, this
comfort. I stared up at the ceiling. It was plain, white. This was the room we
shared at the MC clubhouse on the newly