UnCage me (Savage Beast MC Book 8), Hayley Faiman [good books to read for women txt] 📗

has finally hit the fan. I’m not sure I want to even be a fly on the wall when the fathers get involved.

LATER THAT NIGHT

JAGUAR

Gathering my wife in my arms, I pull her naked body against my own and look into her eyes. There is just a little light pouring through from the full moon, but it’s enough that I can see her gorgeous face. She’s flushed from the orgasm she’s just had, her breathing still panting as she attempts to catch her breath.

“Want to know what I wished for?” I ask.

She doesn’t say anything right away, then she pushes up on my chest, her eyes looking into mine. I watch as she licks her bottom lip and tilts her head to the side.

“I thought you couldn’t tell me?” she asks.

“Couldn’t tell you in front of everyone. Would seriously make me look like a pussy.”

Pammy’s eyes widen and she lets out a small laugh. “Oh, then I can’t wait to hear it,” she purrs.

I hum. Lifting my hand, I slide it through the side of her hair before I cup the back of her head. Tugging her head a little closer to mine, I touch my mouth to hers, but I don’t deepen the kiss.

“I wished that I had fifty more years of this with you,” I admit.

“Dylan,” she breathes.

“Best twelve years of my life, Sunny.”

UnChoke Me

A SAVAGE BEAST MC SHORT STORY

Prologue

THREE MONTHS EARLIER

MAMBA

“You’re still fucked up about killing Karma,” Maria shouts.

She’s wrong and she’s right all at the same time. I stare at her, wondering how in just months we’ve gone from this perfect throuple, this loving relationship to this straight-up fucking bitterness.

All she does is accuse me of shit these days. Accuse me of loving Karma, Gator, and anyone else too fucking much. I don’t know how else to show her that I love her, too. I put my mark on her skin, bought her a house, fuck her alone more often than with Gator, but it’s never enough.

“I don’t think you ever get over something like that,” I agree. “But this isn’t that. You’re angry, I can’t figure it out.”

She shakes her head and takes a step back. I can see the anger, the absolute fucking rage that simmers inside of her. She is trying to hide it, trying to fuck it out of her by using mine and Gator’s bodies, by holding us so close that we both feel like we’re suffocating, but she isn’t telling us what the fuck is wrong.

“You love each other too much,” she screams, almost maniacal.

Finally.

Finally, we’re getting somewhere.

“We love each other too much?” I ask. “As if we don’t love you, too?”

“I thought that I could do this, that I could be okay with this, Justin. I talked with Avah and I felt confident that we could work on this together, but I can’t. This just can’t work. There is a reason throuple relationships just don’t work.”

“They don’t?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

She has tears in her eyes and as much as I want to comfort her, I can’t right now. I can’t do it, not when she’s talking about leaving me, leaving us.

“I fell for you instantly, before Gator even joined us. Do you know that? I fucking branded you.”

Her big eyes lift to mine and they’re full of tears, but they don’t fall. “It’s too hard. You don’t love me as much as you love Devon. You never will.”

“Who says? It’s a different love, but I love both of you very much,” I growl. “We wanted you to carry our baby.”

Maria shakes her head. “No,” she states firmly. “You want me to carry your baby, but you don’t truly love me. You can’t, you’re too in love with Gator. I can’t handle it. I need your love, Justin, I need all of you.”

“You think he has more of me than you do? Are you fucking serious right now. Are you telling me you want me to leave him for you?”

“I am.”

Turning from her, I walk away.

Fuck this.

Fuck her.

GATOR

Mamba brushes past me at lightning speed and I watch as he walks out of the front door and straddles his bike. It roars to life before he takes off, obviously pissed the fuck off. Walking into the bedroom, I look up and see Maria sitting on the edge of the bed, her face in her hands as she cries.

“What the hell is going on?” I demand.

She lifts her head, looking over to me, and I can see the pain slash across her face. “It’s over,” she whispers. “I’m done.”

“What are you talking about?”

She licks her lips, her tears flowing down her cheeks as she stares at me in silence for a long moment.

“You love each other so much, there isn’t room for me.”

“Are you that selfish?” I ask.

“Devon,” she gasps.

“You’d leave us, leave him, knowing how much he cares about you? Knowing his past, knowing you’re the only woman he’s ever loved. You’d do that?”

Maria stands, shaking her head. Her eyes find mine and she approaches me. I hold my breath when she lifts her hand and cups my cheek.

“Maybe I’m being selfish, but I can’t live with partial love from two people to make a whole. I need whole love. I thought that eventually, we would find this love together that would be more than one person could give, but it’s not. I have pieces of each of you and I can’t live this way anymore. I’ve tried.”

“Have you?” I ask, frowning.

She nods her head, licking her lips. “I have. I’ve been feeling this way for a while and it’s just not going to be something that I can live the rest of my life with.”

“We branded you,” I snap.

She nods her head. “You did and I’ll cover them up with tattoos, but I can’t do this, not anymore.”

“You think you can just walk away? We can keep you here,” I point out. “We can keep you tethered to