Layla's Bedroom, The Quinn Residence, The Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota...
The constant beating of the wooden headboard had been quite the indicator as to how intense Brick's thrusts had been becoming as his thick cock delved deeper inside the tight confines of Layla's sodden sex. The naked brute had been all for indulging, but there had scarcely been a woman alive that could keep up with his wolfish stamina and the added sensation of Layla clenching around him as she gripped his body tighter made it all the more exciting for the beast that dwelled within. Brick fought to keep it at bay, knowing all too well that he could potentially get carried away and harm the poor girl when that had not been his intention. She had begged him for a distraction, and he'd opted to deliver but he had only done so after a promise of discussion when the time came.
She was determined to hit the road with him, a rather tricky thing given his true nature and her not having a clue as to what that had been, even as his body invaded hers, she'd been none the wiser about the beast blood that flowed through his veins. He knew not the origin of his kind aside from being born of a pack that had been around for centuries uncounted, but his pack had been quite adept at living among mortal men. There were trades and cultural exchanges to be shared in the past but nothing had been as impactful when it came to Brick being among humans as when he'd gotten his bike and formed the Howler M.C. to take to the road instead of being the next in line to become Alpha of the pack.
He had respected his father enough to know that their views on life and mortals had not been the same. His father, the pack Alpha Old Fitz had wished to avoid the outside world and live in peace among the wild, Brick had wished to be a part of it despite their affliction and had been at peace on the open road.
That road had taken him to many places so far away from where he'd once called home and there had always been the invitation to return should they so choose to do it, Brick had briefly considered bringing Layla back to the pack, and asking for her to be moonborn.
She'd been his fated mate, after all, by the will of Luna.
All she would have needed was to be moon-kissed and become one of the pack to be accepted.
Brick groaned as he felt the sensation of clenching get the better of him as Layla gasped beneath him, her body quivering and shaking in the wake of her release as she coated his thick cock with ease.
The larger naked brute couldn't help but give in to the need to bear his wolfish fangs as they gently grazed the side of her neck dipping into the heated sweat-slick flesh. Her scent had been overpowering as it only spurred his lust and caused his cock to harden further.
His eyes shifted from the natural gray hue to a yellow-golden color that seemed to reflect his unyielding lust as he once more began to lay claim to his mate's body. The heat between them had engulfed them as if they'd both been aflame amid tangled and tattered sheets. The night seemed to just ebb away as their act continued.
The constant pounding of the headboard against the nearby wall and the creaking of the bedsprings gave all the indication that Brick had not yet been done indulging the body of his lovely mate.
Layla's moans and whimpers continued to fill the bedroom as well as Brick's keen ears as he found himself now given to all the sensation and heights of pleasure for pleasure's sake. Layla had been truly one of a kind, her heart beating in tune with his own as their act commenced, never once had she faltered in her love nor her need as their bond only seemed to grow the more they spent time together and the more dire her need.
"Brick..." she whimpered nearly breathlessly as her lovely body continued to be jolted along the mattress and messy tangled sheets beneath them.
Brick's lips crushed into hers as she gripped him all the more content with her lot in life as far as her new boyfriend had been concerned. While it was clear that she'd been a mess as far as anything outside of her bedroom, Layla seemed to be enjoying the time she'd spent with Brick.
For the first time since she'd met him, she felt no fear when it came to the unknown and what her plans had been once they'd left Temperance, South Dakota. She'd still been determined to find Jarrett Quinn and make him answer for what he'd done not just to her but to countless others one way or the other.
Still, she had not been sure what she wished to do if and when they did find him.
Her heavy heart still carried a considerable amount of affection for the bastard who chose to ruin her life, even if it meant killing her real parents to do so. She had not even remembered their faces, her father had been smiling the last time she'd seen him and then disappeared, her mother concerned but confident he'd return until he didn't, and then she too disappeared.
Little Sara had searched for hours to find them, she wandered through crowd after crowd and found nothing aside from the blonde with far too much make-up and the strange man who'd later become Jarrett, her so-called father, she had not liked him the moment she laid eyes on him, he reeked of oil and something strange.
The next thing she knew she'd awoken in a strange motel and the body of the clerk had been before her. There had been blood, so much blood from the brutal killing. Her young mind couldn't take all of the senseless killings and she learned from early on that she had to appease "Daddy" or she could end up the same way.
Layla moaned once more as she felt Brick's thick cock expand and he once more filled her waiting womb with rope after rope of his thick hot release. It had been a rather pleasant distraction, a welcome distraction from all the visions of blood and death that played before her very sorrowful and tear-filled blue eyes.
It served to remind her once and for all that before she'd been a helpless little girl when Jarrett Quinn had taken her from her true family, and alone in the world, now she had Brick and there was nothing the old man who pretended to be her father could do about it.