Venom's Prize (Devils Riot MC: Originals Book 10)

by E. C. Land

  The room goes completely silent at the name of a man we all have heard of considering the man is our mayor.

  Meaning this shit just got real.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Amaya

  Sitting on the couch, I stare at the TV blankly. It’s been hours since everything imploded this morning. I mean hours. The guys immediately decided to jump up and head straight into the room they hold church leaving all the women in the main room with a prospect on the door.

  Isaac looked to me and told me I wasn’t to leave the room or try to go anywhere outside without him. I’d been officially put on lockdown. I shouldn’t be surprised because this is the type of man Isaac is. Nerd came out about two hours after they went into church asking to talk to me. He wanted to know if he could use my computer system on my laptop. I shrugged and offered to set the programming up on his so he can use it.

  At this point I’m done. I don’t want to be in the business anymore. Not when it has men, like the one I named earlier.

  While I’d been sitting in the main room of the clubhouse, each of the women introduced themselves and spoke to me. They were completely nice, and I thought it cool how two of them I knew by their reputation. I’d found it through the backdoors I’d go in. The hits they took out, oh those were interesting. There’d been an order taken out about a year ago and I remember seeing it within minutes of it going out and wiped it before anyone could contract it.

  I believed in the work they were doing. Especially, Harlow. She’d been known as the Harpy.

  The others chit-chatted and then some other women entered the room looking scantily clad in miniskirts and crop tops that barely covered them. Victoria and Harley explained to me they were clubwhores and I’d want to stay away from them.

  I nodded since I had no problem with that scenario. I don’t want to be in any position where violence is an issue. This being said, I didn’t miss the glares the women kept shooting my way. One in particular kept her lip curled up in disgust.

  My phone ringing draws my attention back to the now. Isaac brought me home, well, more or less his and Whip’s house, after leaving the clubhouse. He’s been in the other room with Lincoln playing with him and bonding while I’ve sat here staring at whatever show is playing on the TV.

  Lifting my phone, I groan at the name displayed on the screen.

  I sigh and hit the answer button. “Hello,” I murmur.

  “You bitch. You think you can simply take off and I not find out about it?” Omar snarls through the phone. I’m not surprised he’s calling me, but I am about it taking him so many days.

  “I don’t have to answer to you, Omar,” I mutter into the phone quietly not wanting Isaac to hear me.

  “Bullshit, Amaya. You belong to me. Fuckin’ told you this. Emilia is livid you took off with her kid. She wants him back and you’re gonna give him to her,” Omar declares.

  “I do not belong to you, Omar. I never did and you need to get it in your screwed up head I never will. I broke up with you nearly a year ago. Now leave me alone,” I mutter heatedly into the phone. If I could form lasers with my eyes, I would gladly face him and use the beams of the lasers to blind him. Get him to stop harassing me.

  “Bitch, I own you and you better get it through your fuckin’ head. Now, you either get your ass back here or when I find you . . .” I don’t get to finish listening to the rest of what Omar is saying due to the phone being plucked from my fingers. I lift my head up to find Isaac standing there and putting my phone to his ear.

  Oh boy.

  The way his eyes flash and nostrils flare, Omar must be saying something very, very bad.

  “You want my woman, asshole? Come and try and take her from me. I’ll fuckin’ beat you down and put you in the motherfuckin’ ground,” Isaac snarls and slams the phone shut. His menacing glare focuses on me. “You wanna tell me what that was about?”

  “Um. . . no?” I utter though I say it more in a question than anything.

  “Try again, Sweetness, who the hell was that on the phone?” he demands, leaning over the back of the couch and getting close to my face.

  “No one you need to worry about,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders.

  Nodding, Isaac stands straight and walks around the couch. I’m hoping he’ll leave the topic alone. My hopes are immediately stomped on when Isaac sits on the couch, leans forward, grabs my ankle, and hauls me toward him. I end up toppling over and the dang man takes the opportunity to move in and lie over me.

  With the couch he and Whip have you could easily lie on it comfortably with two people next to each other. Or in this case, with him looming over me with his arms bracing his body up. How he ended up between my legs is baffling.

  “You wanna try that again, Amaya?” he growls.

  Holy hotness of almighty. There’s something to be said about moments like this. If I could, I would. But my mind goes blank.

  My tongue darts out to lick my suddenly dry lips and I don’t miss his eyes going there or the flare of lust blooming in his gaze.

  I’m in serious trouble right about now. Because all I want to do is whisper to him to kiss me. To bring to life a dream I’ve had for a long time. One of him pressing his lips to mine. God the idea of his firm lips against mine sends tingles of sensation straight through me and if I weren’t so nervous, I would pounce. Claim his mouth with mine rather than wait for him.

  “Amaya,” he says warningly. But he doesn’t give me a chance to respond at this point.

  Oh no. His mouth crashes down onto mine. Isaac’s tongue spears in through my parted lips and he dominates my mouth.

  I moan into his mouth, and at some point, I press myself further into his body at the same time Isaac runs a hand along the side of my breast and cups it in his hand. His thumb strokes my nipple through the sheer bra I’m wearing.

  The clearing of a voice filters in through the Isaac haze and I’m mortified with myself when Isaac breaks the kiss to find Whip standing on the back side of the couch grinning at us.

  “Brother, might suggest waiting until after dinner and your kid’s asleep to fool around on the couch. Shit, man, her moaning just from y’all kissing fuckin’ makes my dick hard and I’m not even trying to get in her pants,” Whip says with the biggest grin on his face.

  Um. Um. Um.

  My face feels as if it were on fire right about now and I’m not sure what to do at this point. All I can think of doing is finding a hole somewhere and hiding for the rest of my life.

  “Whip,” Isaac growls in a warning tone. One that I don’t understand. “Don’t even start that shit.”

  “Not starting a damn thing, Venom. Just stating the facts,” Whip chuckles and jumps over the back of the couch and lands in another spot on the couch. “So, we watchin’ a movie tonight, or what?”

  “Fucker,” Isaac grumbles under his breath and turns to look down at me. “This isn’t over. You and me we’re gonna have a talk about that fuckin’ phone call. Then we’re having a repeat of this position where you’re moaning with my dick in your pussy rather than you grinding yourself against me like we’re a bunch of teenagers.”

  Oh my.

  Um.

  I don’t know what to say, so instead I nod my head.

  Isaac presses his lips to mine one last time and sits up, pulls me with him until I’m settled in the crook of his arm and calls out for Lincoln.

  The kid being the fun-loving toddler he is, yet, being like his daddy comes into the living room, hops up on the couch, and settles in between Isaac and Whip. I would laugh if I could when he moves into the same position as Whip.

  Whip controls the remote but asks Lincoln what he wants to watch. Of course, the kid chose to watch The Croods. Why he likes this movie, I’m not sure, but regardless, we all settle in to watch it with him.

  Including me, while I freak out and try to come to terms with all of this changing between Isaac and myself. I swear the speed of it is enough it could be a tornado whipping around in my hea
d.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Venom

  Over the past week, you can say, I’ve been adjusting to the changes in my life. Finding out I’m a dad is one thing. But being thrown straight into the mix of it all is another. Lincoln’s a great kid though I’ve noticed he doesn’t do well if someone yells. Amaya and I ended up in an argument and Lincoln freaked and huddled in on himself.

  Amaya noticed this first and immediately shut up and tears welled in her eyes. She moved to Lincoln, scooped him up in her arms, and started speaking soothingly to him in Spanish. I don’t know what she said but damn if it didn’t do something to my dick.

  Lincoln took a bit to calm down, but she’d done it and later that evening after he’d gone to bed, I’d told her from now on she wants to give me lip, we don’t do it in front of him. Amaya agreed with me and informed me of her suspicions about Emilia yelling at him and around him a lot.

  For three, he shouldn’t have to be scared of someone yelling at him. Growing up I had great parents. Shit, they still are. I’d called them the morning after I kissed Amaya and told them about Lincoln. My mom seemed overjoyed at having a grandchild. I’m an only kid so this made them happy. It’s also why when I told them about claiming Harley as my sister they took to her as well. With them living down in Florida, I don’t see them much, but when I told them about Lincoln, they said they were coming up. This didn’t surprise me. They came up and met Harley after I told them about her.

  The rest of the week involved work and taking Amaya to the clubhouse to help out Nerd in what he was working on. The man never stopped. I’m surprised his ol’ lady doesn’t have to drag him out of the cave, then again Cara is a sweet girl and sticks with him in the cave doing her own thing with school. She’d been going to school up in New York at some elite school but ended up having some shit happened to her. Not there but because she wasn’t here none of us were around to protect her like we should have been.

  During the times we were at home, I spent a lot of it with Lincoln and enjoyed every minute of it. I’m pissed I’ve missed so much of his life already, but I won’t be losing anymore. He’s the best kid in the world. I also have spent some alone time with Amaya. Learning the curves of her body, though I haven’t fucked her, I’m dying to sink inside her. She’s a moaner and even the briefest touch of my thumb brushing against her nipple gets her hot and ready for me. I know this because I’ve felt the wetness of her pussy.

  Now it being a week later, I’ve still got a lot of shit I need to do that I’ve been putting off. Stuff I shouldn’t have put off. I guess you could say I’ve been trying to keep my woman from freaking the hell out and not wanting to run for the hills. I’ve seen the fear in her gaze and I’m not about to let that control her. She’s needed this time to get used to her surroundings and I’ve given it to her. I at least had been able to get Amaya to tell me the fucker’s name who called her the other night while I held her to me in bed. Then I kissed her some more.

  I’d had Nerd look into this Omar character and the dude is bad news. How she ended up with him is confusing as fuck. She’s sweet and pure, where this fucker is nothing but a drug dealer and seems to be Emilia’s supplier.

  From what Nerd found out with the help of the program Amaya gave him, he’s been able to find out that the mother of my child is a user and owes quite a bit of a debt to not only this Omar, but a few others as well. I can’t figure out though why Omar spoke of being tight with Emilia on the phone and how she was upset. When I took the phone from Amaya and listened for a moment, he’d been spewing shit about my woman and how he intended to fuck her and make her wish she’d never left him. Then he was going to watch as Emilia fucked her up for taking what’s hers.

  I need to get to the bottom of this and that means I need to get her to talk to me. I also need to call Emilia. I want to hear what she has to say. Over the past week I hadn’t gotten one phone call from her which has been great but it’s time to find out what she has to say.

  Tonight, Whip and I had church at the clubhouse and Amaya wanted to stay at the house, so to give her what she wanted I’d had one of the prospects come watch over her and Lincoln. Soon as we finished in church, I headed straight for my bike ignoring Lips and the other clubwhores trying to gain my attention.

  I pull up to the house and shut off my bike, nod to the prospect, and climb off. With my mind on task, I stalk up to the house and inside. It’s late and all the lights are off. Lincoln will be in bed asleep and Amaya is most likely as well. If not, she’s watching TV in bed.

  Stepping inside, I head straight for the bedroom and stop dead at the sight in front of me. My dick throbs behind my zipper. The sight of Amaya lying on her back completely naked with the fingers of one hand playing with one of her nipples while her other hand is between her legs.

  Oh fuck.

  With her eyes closed Amaya doesn’t see me approaching the bed. I keep my gaze locked on the pussy she’s fingering. At the foot of the bed, I remove my cut and shirt and toe off my boots without making a sound. Her moans of pleasure fuck with my head. I’m not sure what she’s got playing in that head of hers but she’s about to get the real deal. I climb up the bed and right between her thighs. She’s so into it that by the time I slide my tongue through her slit, she comes moaning my name and I dive in moving her fingers out of the way for more of her taste.

  I grab hold of her thighs and she bucks against my mouth when I latch on to her and fuck her with my tongue. Lifting my eyes up to look at her beautiful face, I find her lust filled gaze locked on me. Yeah, baby, watch as I eat this pussy, I chuckle to myself.

  With my mouth, I draw out another orgasm this one more intense than the first one.

  “Isaac,” she pants, her body bowing off the bed.

  Needing my dick in her, I move. I undo the button and the zipper of my jeans and push them down enough for my dick to spring out of its confinement.

  I line myself up with her and hold her gaze while I slide into her tight depths.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone as tight as her sweet pussy. Soon as I’m balls deep inside her, I give her a moment to adjust to my width.

  She wiggles her hips and I take over. I’d love to be able to show her sweet and slow but right now I need to fuck her hard and fast.

  Pulling back so the head of my dick is the only thing inside her, I slam back in starting a brutal pace that has her screaming my name. I end up covering her mouth with a hand, so she doesn’t wake Lincoln up. I fuckin’ love it though, she continues to scream through my hand cover, and I feel it when she comes, her pussy convulsing around me suckin’ the cum straight from my balls.

  “Amaya,” I growl her name as I continue to plow into her depths, shooting my cum deep inside her.

  Breathing heavily, I finally still inside her as the last of my orgasm leaves me. I remove my hand from over her mouth and lean down and capture her mouth. She allows me entrance and fuck if I don’t take the opportunity to show her mouth the same attention as I did her body. I dominate the kiss making her mine.

  My dick hardens even more at her moaning into my mouth. Without releasing her mouth, or pulling out of her, I roll us until she’s on top. I move my hands to her hips and guide her hips into action wanting more of her.

  After sinking into her, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of her. Amaya is magnificent in every way and I want it all.

  Why?

  Because having it all means she’s mine and I’m not about to give up something this good. No fuckin’ way will that ever happen. I know I should stop what we’re doing and talk to her about what I needed to talk about but fuck if I want to do anything other than be inside her for the rest of the night.

  Talking can wait until morning. For now, I’m going to savor what I got and what I got is a good motherfuckin’ thing.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Amaya

  Waking up to the sun shining in my face is something I’m starting to grow accustome
d to. For the past week, I’ve woken up in the very same position each time, me on my side facing the window with Isaac holding me to him. His front plastered to my back.

  This past week it’s been hard not to jump and take advantage of the package I’ve felt press against me more than a few times. Sure, we’ve made out, but I wanted more. Last night couldn’t have been any better.

  I hadn’t intended on it happening, but oh my, was it not the best. I’d gotten Lincoln down for the night and figured I would have enough time to take care of myself before Isaac came home. I didn’t expect him to walk in on me, let alone sneak up on me.

  During my touching, I’d been imagining it were his fingers working me while his mouth played with my nipples. Let’s just say, him climbing into the bed and going straight for what I needed to make myself come is an understatement.

  Throughout the night he spent it being inside me, I even fell asleep with him seated deep inside.

  This morning, he’s not just pressed against me. Nope, his dick is between my legs pressing against my entrance.

  I bite my lip tempted to press further onto him so he’s inside me once again rather than teasing me. Isaac’s hands tighten around me and I feel him shift slightly. His dick slides inside and holy mother of all orgasms, the man starts to thrust slowly inside me.

  Isaac keeps this pace building a fire in my belly. I don’t know how it happens but when he slides a hand down to touch my bud and his other hand comes to my mouth, I cry out as the orgasm takes hold and I come. Isaac’s thrusts become quicker and he soon joins me by groaning my name.

  I never thought of myself as a moaner let alone a screamer, but with Isaac, he can have me singing with his dick inside me.

  Isaac removes his hand from in front of my mouth and kisses my shoulder. “Fuckin’ love your pussy, Sweetness. Wakin’ up with you ready for me to sink into is even fuckin’ better.”