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The Outlaw's Obsession (MF)

The Grizzly MC

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 46,280
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Tallin "Jagger" Landon isn't a good man. In fact, he isn't a man at all but a bear shifter and the president of the Grizzly MC. When he takes in the wounded female of a rival MC, retaliation from that club is inevitable. But Jagger doesn't expect to be so territorial of a female that isn't even his.

Sonya White is desperate for a way out, and will do just about anything for her freedom. Taken as a teenager by Trick, the Wolverine MC president, she has been the sexual plaything for the sadistic shifter for years. But the drama keeps unfolding with the dominant and possessive Jagger declaring Sonya is his, and a jealous club whore and Trick coming back to settle the score. Sonya can either run from the MC life or let Jagger claim her fully like he demands.

Be Warned: anal sex, rimming

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The prospect eyed her up and down, and she covered her chest with her uninjured arm. She may have clothes on, but she had been eyed up and down enough times in the last seven years to know when a man did that to a woman it was like they could see right through her clothes.

The prospect took a step closer. “I’m Lane.” He grinned, and there was a slight gap between his two front teeth. “Although, baby, if you want to get some action for that pussy of yours I’d suggest you wear something less homely and more slutty. These guys like to see tits and ass.” He reached out as if he meant to touch her.

Before she could move, and before he could make contact with her someone grabbed her around the waist and very gently moved her behind them. But she knew it was Jagger before she saw his face. The scent of him filled her nose. He smelled like clean sweat, motor oil, and leather, and although those three smells may not have been the most appealing to a woman, to Sonya the combination made her wet, embarrassingly so, and very out of place given her history with Trick and his club. Sonya didn’t want to think too deeply on why this man, this Grizzly MC president, had this kind of effect on her. She took a step back when she saw Jagger take one forward. The heat that came from him was intense and powerful, and she could practically feel his rage fill the air. The hair on her arms stood on end. In the next second he slammed his fist into the prospect’s face, and before the other guy went down Jagger had his hand wrapped around the other man’s throat. He lifted him in the air until his feet dangled from the ground. God, Jagger made the other man look so small and weak. She didn’t know what was happening and felt helpless amidst all of the testosterone and anger suddenly pumping through the room.

“I better never see you fucking put your hands on her.”

Sonya heard the prospect gurgle, as if trying to say something after Jagger had spoken. Jagger tightened his hold on his throat. Several other men rushed up.

Jagger held his hand out to stop them without taking his eyes off the man he held in a death grip. “Don’t look at her. Don’t speak to her.” Jagger leaned in so they were nose-to-nose. “Don’t think about her, and never, never fucking touch her. Do you understand me?” His voice was low and harsh.

She found herself backing away, but didn’t get very far. She slammed right into a very hard wall, or should she say a chest that felt like a brick wall. Turning and looking over her shoulder, she had to crane her neck to see the man standing before her. His face showed no expression, and the jagged scar on his cheek had her swallowing the lump in her throat. The corner of his mouth lifted in a humorless sadistic smile. The way he looked at her seemed almost curious, but then he took a step back, looked over at Jagger, and then turned and disappeared down the hallway. A low growl had her looking back at Jagger, and she watched as the prospect clawed at the thick hand on his neck.

Jagger tossed him aside as if he were nothing more than a ragdoll, and the prospect scrambled off the floor and out of the clubhouse. For several seconds it seemed all activity in the room stopped. The music still pumped loudly, and a look at the couch showed a few of the bikers sprawled out with almost amused expressions on their faces. A man walked up to Jagger, and she saw the patch on his cut that told her he was the VP. The vice president said something to Jagger, but he spoke too low, and the music was too loud for her to hear anything. Jagger nodded sharply and turned to face her. Sonya’s heart was beating fast as she stared at him. There was something in his eyes, something frighteningly possessive and animalistic, that had her feeling as if she might spontaneously combust right then and there.

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