Page 10 of Primal Wrath

“Swear to Christ, Sierra, you need to shut your goddamn mouth.”

“Wrath! What the hell are you doing?” Raquel bellowed, running toward him. “Put her down.”

“Bitch—”

I pinched his side and squealed. “Don’t you dare call my best friend a bitch!”

“Wrath, put her down,” Sundance growled.

“No!” Wrath snapped like a petulant child.

Scooby, Orion, Sundance, and Jekyll surrounded us, along with a few other bikers. Some I knew and a couple appeared to be new recruits.

“Out of my way,” Wrath bellowed.

“Wrath, we can talk… later,” I said. “Just put me down.”

“I’m not fuckin’ lettin’ you out of my sight again,” Wrath avowed. “You might try to write me another goddamn letter.”

“I’m here for a week, you big lug,” I lied. I wasn’t about to tell him I was there for longer. “I promise I won’t leave again without saying goodbye.”

Wrath adjusted me on his shoulder, giving my ass a hard smack.

“Honey, seriously,” I rasped. “I can’t breathe. Let me down.”

I squeezed his side again.

“Please,” I begged, and Wrath lowered me gently to the ground, but didn’t release me completely.

“You fuckin’ left,” he accused.

I nodded. “I know. I didn’t have a choice. Let’s get through today and we can talk.”

He scowled, and I laid my hand on his chest. “I’m not going anywhere for the moment. I promise, we’ll talk.”

“I’m taking you back to the cabin. Now.”

“That’s fine.”

“On my bike.”

I let out a quiet gasp. “I don’t think we’re there yet, Wrath.”

“We fuckingare, Sierra,” he growled, graspingmy hand. “Come on.”

He dragged me to his bike, shoving a helmet on my head, ignoring any further protests, or the fact I was wearing a skirt.

“Hike it up between your legs,” he instructed. “Watch those pipes.”

“Wrath,” I breathed out in frustration.

“You wearin’ panties?”

I scoffed. “Of course I’m wearing panties.”

“Then hike that skirt up, baby, and climb on.”

“This is way too much,” I grumbled.

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