The Outlaw's Obsession by Jenika Snow Read Free Book Online Page B

all the dead bodies that accumulated today. Trick must have seen he had no hold over the situation when the bodies of his MC members started hitting the ground. That’s why he chickened out and took off in the woods. Jagger had sent two of his men after Trick, but they didn’t know the woods like the Wolverine President did, and by the time they shifted to their bears to scent him off, he was long gone. But honestly once Jagger saw that wounded female he hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything else anyway.
    The Grizzlies had their gunshot wounds, dislocated shoulders, and flesh wounds mended already. They would be sore as fuck, but they were alive and intact. But for as fierce as the Wolverines were, and as crazy as Trick had been, Brick’s anger for retaliation had been a simmering toxic darkness this whole time. The Grizzlies had been just as prepared for an all-out war as Trick clearly had been. Was it luck that they were the ones standing even though Trick had been a fucking psycho? No, because that was why they were the ones left standing. Trick was careless with his tactics, and used his rage and hatred to fuel his actions. He had been sloppy, not calculated, and the one that had taken off like a fucking pussy instead of owning up to the shit he’d started.
    “We need to reach out to Dino and Richie and tell them about what went down.”
    Jagger nodded in response to Dallas’s words, but didn’t take his eyes from the female. He didn’t know what it was about her, but there was something definitely happening inside of him at being in her presence. Frankly Jagger didn’t know if he liked that or not. He never felt unbalanced, especially not concerning a female, but at the first sight of her amongst all that carnage, there had been this pull inside of him. The next thing he realized was he had shifted back to his human form—not caring that he was naked and covered in blood—and was standing a foot from her. She had stared at him like she was on the verge of being broken, and it broke his damn heart. No, she wasn’t a club whore, but there were no doubts in Jagger’s mind that Trick had done a number on her.
    Jagger took a step toward the bed and looked at her starting at her feet. She had worn slip on shoes, the kind that had no heels and looked almost innocent. Those had since been removed, and her bare toes, unpainted nails, and the dainty looking arch, turned him on to the point his pulse pounded at the tip of his cock. He was a sick bastard for feeling any kind of arousal when she was in this state. The jeans she wore encased her thick thighs, but they were curvy and lush, and a bunch of filthy fucking things filled his mind. He pushed those thoughts and images away and let his gaze travel up to her rounded belly, and over her huge breasts that were covered by a thin sheet. The material was thin and white, and he could see the outline of her white bra, one that wasn’t sexy in the least, but for some reason had his mouth watering. She wasn’t all skin and bones like the females that hung around the club. He liked her curvy, thick body, and liked that she had meat to hold onto while he plowed his dick in her.
    Damn, clean up your thoughts.
    His cock punched forward like some kind of damn animal, and once again he felt like a sick fuck for watching her while she slept, and for thinking about what she would look like naked. It was wrong, but then again that had never stopped Jagger from doing what he wanted to do. And he had done a lot of bad things in his life. For whatever reason, he wanted this female, had from the moment he had seen her standing by the truck. And when he had realized she was hurt, his bear had risen up, and the need to tend to her and protect her had slammed into him like another living entity.
    Her dark hair was a mess around the white pillow, and her skin was pretty pale. Even with her eyes closed he remembered how blue they had been when she stared at him. Fuck, he was hard,