Primal Fury (Primal Howlers MC Book 5)

by Piper Davenport

  He met my eyes.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged.

  He stroked my cheek. “I’m not gonna stop, honey. But you can’t stand on that leg for long. I’m gonna help you stretch out, okay?”

  “Yes,” I hissed out slowly.

  Jekyll helped me onto my bed, setting a pillow under my bad leg while I drew up my other. “Spread, beautiful,” he ordered, and I opened for him.

  He knelt between my legs, running his tongue between my folds as I wove my fingers into his hair and gripped hard.

  Sliding a finger inside of me, he sucked on my clit, and I moaned as my body arched into him of its own accord.

  And then I heard a strange noise and sat up slightly. “What are you doing?”

  He grinned at me from between my legs and went back to singing and I couldn’t stop a snort of laughter. “Oh my god!”

  He was humming the ABCs.

  “Is it workin’ for you?” he teased.

  “Not even a little,” I lied.

  Truth be told, he could sing the Star-Spangled Banner and it would work for me… his mouth was everything.

  He kissed the inside of one of my thighs and chuckled.

  “Will you please focus?” I hissed.

  “I apologize, majesty,” he retorted, returning to his task at hand.

  And, lord, he did it better than he’d started off.

  “Hyde,” I breathed out.

  He added a finger, pumping gently as his mouth worked my clit, and I cried out as my body climaxed around his digits. He slid them out, wrapping his mouth around them and licking them clean.

  “Oh my god,” I breathed out. “That was… amazing.”

  “You want more?” he asked, hovering over me.

  “I don’t know if I can handle more right now.” I stroked his beard. “But now that I know you’re this good, I’m gonna want more tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.”

  “I’ll be happy to oblige.” He grinned, kissing me gently. “Ready for bed?”

  I nodded and he helped me into panties and shirt before stretching out beside me.

  * **

  Jekyll

  Wednesday night, I left Indigo in the competent hands of her father and best friend and rode to the cabin for a meeting with Sundance and the others. Given the amount of shit Wrath and I had gotten the club into, I was prepared for Sundance to rain hell down on us both.

  “Well, you two certainly managed to land us smack dab in the middle of the thickest of shit, didn’t you?” Sundance bit out.

  He didn’t yell or beat our asses with chains, although he’d certainly be within his rights to do so. Wrath and I had both fucked up, big time, and our club was gonna pay the price. I’d led an unsanctioned mission, and Wrath had killed one of the Kings’ highest-ranking guys. Worst of all, Scrappy was dead, and his blood was on my hands.

  “Where’s Scooby?” Orion asked his father.

  “Resting,” Sundance replied. “Needles gave him a sedative. He’s out for now,”

  “Jesus,” Orion said, dragging his hand down his face.

  Sundance dragged his hands down his face. “He’s out for blood. He wants payback for his brother.”

  Sundance was putting Scooby’s reaction to his younger brother’s death lightly. Scooby had completely lost it. Busting up the clubhouse, not to mention, a couple of knuckles, from punching a hole in the wall. It took four brothers to wrestle him to the ground before Needles could shoot him up with whatever horse tranquilizer he used to knock him out.

  “Seems to me we’re even after Wrath took out Dagger,” Moses said.

  “Try telling that to Scooby, or the Kings for that matter,” Sundance replied. “There’s no way they’re gonna let this go before more Howlers’ blood is spilled. Not to mention the fact that we stole their merchandise.”

  “We rescued five little girls from being sold as sex slaves,” I said.

  “You traded Scrappy’s life for theirs,” Sundance snapped.

  “I think Scrappy would be okay with that,” I replied.

  “You’d better pray Scooby feels the same way, because when he finally lays eyes on you, he may very well blame you for his brother’s death.”

  I said nothing. Sundance was right. No matter the good we’d done, I’d have to answer for Scrappy. I’d effectively avoided Scooby since the incident, but couldn’t for much longer, and there would be a definite reckoning.

  “You ran off half-cocked, got one of your brothers killed, and started a war with the Kings,” Sundance continued. “I should take your patch. Yours too,” he said, pointing to Wrath and Rocky. “But I have a feeling we’re gonna need every man we’ve got.”

  “So, what’s the plan, Prez?” Orion asked.

  “The Kings have already reached out. They want a meeting,” Sundance said.

  “A meeting?” Rocky asked.

  “That’s right,” Sundance replied. “Baby Doll wants to meet to discuss the terms of the return of his merchandise.”

  “Return?” I blurted out. “There’s no way we’re handing those girls back to those anim—”

  “Did I miss a club meeting?” Sundance interrupted. “Was I voted out as president, and you put in my place?”

  I shook my head.

  “Then how about you shut the fuck up while I dig us out of the pit you managed to put us in?” he hissed.

  “Sorry, Sundance. I only wanted to get Leo out of there. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

  “Well, lucky you. You’re gonna get the chance to clear all of this up with Baby Doll face-to-face, because he wants to speak with those responsible for Dagger, directly.”

  “I’ll bet he does,” Wrath snickered.

  “You think this is funny? The only reason Baby Doll has called for a sit down instead of all-out war is because we have history. You’d already be full of bullet holes otherwise. Dagger’s been Baby Doll’s boy for twenty-five years. They came up together. Did time together.”

  “So, what? We give up our guys to appease this scumbag gang leader?” Orion asked.

  “Of course not. But if Baby Doll says he wants to meet, it’s not a suggestion. The Kings may be a bunch of thugs, but they outnumber us two to one.”

  “And who the fuck knows how many more guns they’ve got than us.” Rocky added.

  “One thing is for sure,” Sundance said. “Baby Doll is out for blood. No matter what he says at this meeting. He’s gonna try and kill everyone in the club one-by-one if we don’t find a way to squash this right now.”

  “We need leverage,” Orion said.

  “We have the girls,” Rocky said. “We know Baby Doll wants them back.”

  “That’s not enough. Besides, that’s never gonna happen.”

  “Then what?” Rocky asked.

  “We’d better fuckin’ figure it out by the meeting.”

  Indigo

  “Up, love,” Dad ordered, and I gripped his arms as he lifted me from my chair. “I’ll get you back to your room and then I’ll head home.”

  “Okay, Daddy, thanks.” I held on as he steadied me, and then he helped me to the bathroom where Bellamy took over. Jekyll had installed safety bars in both of my bathrooms, so I was finding I could do a lot more myself, but I still needed help to stand from my sofa or cuddle chair.

  “I’m good, Bell. I’m just going to take a quick shower.”

  “I get that. But if you fall and it’s on my watch, your man will murder me, so I’m going to sit here and wait.”

  I let out a quiet groan as I turned on the water.

  “I’ll wait outside until you get in, if that helps.”

  “Fine,” I bit out, and she left me to do my thing. I stepped into the shower, using my walker to steady me, then called out, “I’m in.”

  “Okay, spill the tea,” Bellamy demanded while I went through my shower routine.

  “About what?”

  “The renos for the dorms. How the hell did you find someone to work for less than anyone else,
and are we sure they won’t fill the walls with asbestos or something else just as bad?”

  I grinned. “Honey, Jekyll’s organizing it. A couple of his friends are contractors and I guess there are some recruits who need to pay their dues.”

  “Yeah, how does the whole dues thing work?” she asked.

  “I have no clue. I’m sure Jekyll would be happy to enlighten us.”

  “I’m not sure how much I want to know, honestly.”

  “How come?”

  “Because if they’re criminals, I’d like some plausible deniability.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I don’t think they’re criminals, Bellamy. I mean, at least, Jekyll’s not. I did that background check on him, remember? He’s totally clean.”

  “Yeah.”

  “What? Please don’t tell me you’ve got a bad feeling.”

  I frowned, holding my breath. Bellamy was a highly intuitive person and if she had a ‘feeling’ about someone, good or bad, she was always right.

  “Not about him.”

  “But…?” I prompted.

  “I just feel like something’s coming,” she said.

  “Well, shit,” I breathed out, turning off the water and grabbing a towel. “I don’t know if I can handle much more.” I sat on the little seat in the shower to dry off before standing again and wrapping my towel around me. “I’m getting out now.”

  Bellamy slid the curtain back and helped me lift the walker out, drying it off as I stepped out. “You’re so much stronger,” she said.

  “I keep telling all of you that, but you don’t seem to believe me,” I teased.

  “We believe you. We just want to baby you a little.”

  I chuckled. “I get it.”

  “Indy?” Mina said through my door.

  “She’s supposed to be asleep,” I whispered.

  “I’ll get her,” Bellamy said, and headed to the door, pulling it open. “Hi, baby, you okay?”

  “Where’s Ekyll?”

  “He’s at church,” I said, shuffling from the bathroom into my bedroom. “Remember?”

  Mina sniffed.

  “Did you have a bad dream?” Bellamy asked, and Mina nodded.

  “I’m going to get my pajamas on, but how about if Bellamy reads you a story while I do that?”

  “Okay,” she said.

  “You go pick a book,” Bellamy said. “I’m just going to help Indigo first.”

  Mina nodded and left my room.

  “I’m good, Bell,” I insisted.

  “Humor me.”

  Despite my objection, she helped me with my pajamas and helped me back to my chair before heading into Mina’s room to read to her.

  Jekyll walked in about twenty minutes later, smiling as he walked over to me, but his smile seemed forced.

  “Hey,” I said, gripping his chin as he leaned down to kiss me. “What’s wrong?”

  “Rough night, baby. I’m okay.”

  “Ekyll!” Mina squeaked, rushing into the room with Bellamy chasing her.

  “Jesus, she’s quick,” Bellamy panted out as Mina slammed her tiny body into Jekyll’s legs.

  Jekyll’s hand went to Mina’s head, and he tipped her chin up. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

  “She had a nightmare,” I said.

  “I read her two books,” Bellamy said.

  “Two?” Jekyll mused. “That’s a lot.”

  “How about you go potty, and Jekyll will tuck you in,” I said.

  Mina dropped her head back, keeping her arms wrapped around his leg. “Stowy?”

  “Yeah, Mina Mouse, I’ll read you a story,” he said. “One.”

  She rushed off and Jekyll shrugged off his cut, laying it over the sofa.

  “I’m gonna head home,” Bellamy said. “You sure you don’t need me to come by tomorrow?”

  “I’m here,” Jekyll said. “So, we’re good.”

  She grinned, leaning down to kiss my cheek. “See you Saturday.”

  “Wait,” Jekyll said. “Saturday’s family night at the club.”

  “So?” Bellamy said.

  “So, it’s family night, which means, I’m bringin’ my family,” he said.

  “This is the first I’m hearing of it,” I pointed out.

  He sighed. “Yeah.”

  “Ekyll! I’m ready,” Mina called out.

  “You go read, honey. We’ll talk about this later,” I said, and he walked down the hall.

  “We can totally reschedule,” Bellamy whispered.

  “I’ll text you. I have no idea what this family night thing is, so let me find out.”

  “Okay.” Bellamy grinned, grabbing her purse. “I’ll see you later.”

  “Hold up,” Jekyll called, stalking back into the room. “Walk you down, Bellamy. You know the rule.”

  “You’re supposed to be reading to Mina.”

  “She can wait,” he said, holding the door open for Bellamy.

  Bellamy gave me a little wave, then walked out the door with Jekyll. He walked in a few minutes later, toeing off his boots and heading back to Mina.

  I closed my eyes and let the gooiness of Jekyll’s protection of my best friend settle deep into my bones. He was proving to be more than I could have ever wished for in a man and I wondered what I’d ever done in a past life to deserve him.

  I started when I felt something cover my legs.

  “Sorry, baby,” Jekyll said. “Blanket.”

  I smiled, pulling the quilt tighter around myself. “Thanks. Is Mina out?”

  “A while ago.” He cocked his head. “You’ve been asleep for about an hour.”

  “Seriously?”

  Jekyll chuckled, sitting on the sofa and picking up what looked like a fresh beer. “Yeah. You wanna head to bed?”

  I shook my head. “I want to talk about Saturday.”

  “Family night.”

  “Which is… what?”

  “Family, friends, kids, whoever wants to come. We grill and the kids run amok. It’s a time for everyone to get to know each other.”

  I reached over and squeezed his arm. “Why do I feel you’re being evasive?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s a big deal, right?”

  He sighed. “Yeah, baby, it’s a big deal. We’re burying Scrappy as soon as the coroner releases the body, so Saturday’s a chance to blow off some steam.”

  “I can reschedule with Bellamy.”

  “She can come,” he said.

  “What about Mina?” I asked.

  “Yeah, she can come, too,” he said. “I figured she would. Leo, too.”

  “Did you already talk to Leo?”

  “No. Wasn’t gonna do anything until I talked to you.” He took a swig of beer.

  I waved a finger at him. “You are learning, young Jedi.”

  He nearly did a spit take as he burst out laughing. “Jesus. I wasn’t expectin’ that.”

  I smiled. “Are you sure you don’t want to close ranks? The stuff with Scrappy’s going to be really hard.”

  “I am closing ranks. You’re part of those ranks.”

  I liked that. I liked that a lot. “I will see what Bell wants to do. Hanging with a room full of ‘hot as fuck’ bikers might just be right up her alley.”

  “Hey now,” he growled.

  “Her words, Hyde. Not mine.”

  He narrowed his eyes as he took another swig of beer and I laughed.

  “You’re so not scary.”

  “Apparently, I need to try harder,” he said.

  “Don’t you dare,” I demanded.

  His phone dinged and he grabbed it off the coffee table and glanced at the screen, raising an eyebrow.

  “Everything okay?”

  “I’ve been approved as an official foster parent.”

  “Bullshit,” I said. “How?”

  “I thought you wanted this to happen A.S.A.P.?” he challenged.

  “Hyde, it doesn’t happen this fast. Like, you haven’t done all the classes in order for
you to even get a home visit.”

  “I have connections.”

  “Which means, what?”

  “I don’t think you want to know that, GoGo.”

  I sighed. “Honey, that’s a major red flag.”

  “Jesus, you and your fuckin’ flags.”

  “Well, I’m sorry!” I snapped. “You can’t just have someone hack into the foster system records and make yourself suddenly a foster parent. What if you’re a serial killer, a molester or a rapist?”

  He reared back like I’d hit him. “Do you really think I’d molest or rape anyone, let alone a child?”

  “No, of course not, but that’s not the point.”

  “It goddamn is the point, Indigo. And how the fuck did you know I hacked into anything?”

  “Oh my god, I didn’t! I was actually just making a sweeping statement, because I watch way too much TV,” I said. “Did you really hack into their system?”

  “No.”

  “Hyde,” I challenged.

  “Someone else did,” he admitted.

  I burst into frustrated tears and Jekyll scowled.

  “Why the fuck are you cryin’?”

  “Because I can’t kick you out or stomp away!” I cried.

  He dragged his hands down his face. “So you’re not willin’ to let me explain?”

  His phone rang interrupting any explanation he might give, and before he could swipe it off the coffee table, I saw my dad’s name pop up on the screen.

  “Why is my dad calling you?” I asked.

  He didn’t answer me as he picked up the phone. “Hey, Hugh.” Jekyll glanced at me. “Yeah. Yeah, sure. Give me a second.” He pulled the phone from his ear. “I’m gonna take this outside.”

  “Why is my dad calling you, Hyde?”

  “Just give me a few, baby.” He stepped out onto my balcony and closed the door behind him, and I was left in my stupid chair with my stupid leg throbbing because I’d waited too long to take my meds.

  I also couldn’t stop my tears. I was tired and frustrated and in way too much pain, and I hated myself for allowing it to overwhelm me. I heard my slider open and hurriedly wiped my tears. Jekyll walked over to me, sitting on the edge of my coffee table, and spinning my chair to face him. “I gotta tell you something.”

  I shook my head. “Is this ‘something’ the reason you were talking to my dad?”