Primal Howl (Primal Howlers MC Book 1)

by Piper Davenport

  “It’s better if I show you.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t want to study this weekend.”

  “Not here, Frazzle.” He stroked my cheek. “When we get home, I’ll show you.”

  I nodded. “Did you really chase me here?”

  “Depends on if you think that’s a good thing or stalker level scary.”

  “Well, since I kind of love you too, it’s a good thing.”

  “Then, hell yeah, I followed you. I’d follow you to the depths of hell to bring you back to me, baby, don’t ever doubt it.” He grinned. “But I’m so gonna smack your ass for running from me.”

  I slid my hand over his already growing erection. “You make a lot of promises.”

  “Have I ever broken one?”

  I licked my lips. “Not so far, no.”

  “You gonna suck me off here, or are we gonna find somewhere private?”

  “Private,” I whispered, and dragged him out of my brother’s office, once I saw the way was clear.

  * * *

  Orion

  Raquel had just wrapped her lips around my cock when my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

  “Ignore it,” she demanded and went back to her task.

  And Jesus, it was a beautiful task.

  Unfortunately for me, however, my phone continued to buzz, and I glanced at the screen. “It’s your brother.”

  “Oh, then definitely ignore it,” she growled.

  “Baby, I can’t. We’re meeting about the Spiders shit going down.”

  She huffed and stared up at me. “You’re gonna go in there with a raging hard-on?”

  “Well…”

  “Let me finish,” she demanded.

  I grinned down at her. “I can do that.”

  “Well, thank you so much, benevolent one.”

  She wrapped her mouth around my cock again and sucked gently, increasing the pressure of her tongue as she cupped my balls. I slid my hands into her hair and pulled gently as she worked my dick expertly with her mouth.

  “I’m gonna come, baby,” I warned and she gripped my ass, pulling me closer to her.

  I couldn’t stop my body from moving and I fucked her face until my balls tightened and I came down her throat. She swallowed every ounce, letting go of me with a satisfying smack. I dragged her to her feet and kissed her. “I promise I’ll return the favor later.”

  “I’ll hold you to it.”

  I headed downstairs and sat down just as Doc banged the gavel and called the meeting to order. Tonight was officers only in prep for church the next night, however, I had been invited and my plan was to sit quietly and observe. This wasn’t my club, but I had offered to help, so Doc was letting me do that.

  “Thanks for giving up your family time,” Doc said. “I think it’s time to make a plan about what to do with Sugar Bear.”

  “Kill him,” Doom suggested.

  “Slowly,” Alamo added.

  Doc nodded. “As much as I agree with both of you, if we do this, we’ll have a spotlight the size of Oklahoma on us, and I’m not really interested in law enforcement being anymore up our asses than they already are.”

  “Are we gonna get to play with him a little at least?” Badger asked.

  “Take a pinky, maybe?” Dash piped in and the room laughed.

  “I absolutely plan to have a conversation,” Doc said. “But first, we gotta find him. He’s gone to ground.”

  “Like the pussy he is,” Dash grumbled.

  “No doubt. But Rabbit’s got a lead and he’s gonna follow that lead all the way. The bottom line? This is war, and like Minus said, it may have started in Portland, but it’s gonna fuckin’ end in Savannah.”

  Minus was the president of the Burning Saints MC in Portland, Oregon, and the Spiders were hitting them hard.

  The room erupted in hoots of agreement and Doc banged the gavel for order.

  “Orion, how long are you staying?” Doc asked.

  I planned to stay as long as it took to make Raquel totally mine, but he didn’t need to know that.

  “I’m here until this shit is resolved,” I said.

  Doc nodded and turned back to my brothers. “Okay, we’ll reconvene tomorrow once I have more information on where Sugar is. Lock your families down. Be prepared to have them here for a few days, but I want them guarded until lock down.”

  Doc banged the gavel. “Dismissed.”

  I rushed back up to Raquel’s room, finding her in the shower. “I’m coming in.”

  She peeked her head out the shower curtain. “Hurry, I’m starting to prune.”

  I grinned, virtually ripping my clothes from my body, then stepping in behind her, giving her ass a smack. “Hands on the wall, Razzle.”

  She raised an eyebrow but did as I commanded. I gripped her hips and kicked her legs apart gently, smiling when she understood my silent command and spread her legs further.

  I tugged her hips toward me, forcing her hands to slip down the tile, and then I slid into her from behind and squeezed my eyes shut briefly. Jesus, her pussy was magnificent.

  “There is no way I won’t fall like this,” Raquel rasped, so I pulled out and turned her to face me, kissing her gently.

  “Wrap your legs around me.”

  She nodded and I lifted her, guiding my dick inside of her and bracing her against the wall.

  “Am I too—”

  “Shut it,” I growled, and kissed her, twisting her nipple and feeling her pussy contract around me.

  Raquel kissed me, our tongues battling for dominance as I buried myself deep, careful not to slam her too hard against the tile.

  “I can’t wait,” she panted out.

  I was close, so I twisted her nipple again and she exploded. I thrust twice more, and my balls tightened, then I came, kissing her deeply as my dick emptied itself inside of her.

  “I love you, beautiful.”

  Her blue eyes softened as she smiled at me and stroked my cheek. “I love you, too.”

  “Let’s get cleaned up and go find food.”

  “Okay, honey,” she said, and we finished our shower, although we got dirty again before finally getting clean and heading downstairs.

  Orion

  THE NEXT MORNING, it was time to deal with the Spiders. I let Raquel sleep and made my way with the group to the meeting place predetermined by Doc.

  Rabbit had hacked into a few of the cameras around the industrial area just outside of Savannah, and he and Doc watched from their position in the back of a body shop near where Sugar Bear and some of the Spiders were holed up, while I waited with the rest of the guys for our marching orders.

  When the orders came, Doom, Alamo, Rabbit, Otter, Badger, Dash, Doc, and I piled into the panel van, and drove the quarter mile to where Sugar Bear and the Spiders were hiding. Ozzy and Milky followed close behind in the Scout and we all parked on a small ridge overlooking the group of industrial buildings. The entire complex was surrounded by a cyclone fence but was otherwise unsecured.

  “The plan is no one dies,” Doc said. “We go in, grab Sugar Bear, and get the fuck out before anyone gets shot.”

  “What if the Spiders aren’t too keen on your plan?” Alamo asked.

  “That’s what you’re here for,” Doc replied. “Remember. I want heavy cover fire from you, Otter, Dash, and Badger the second we’re in. Doom and I will grab Sugar Bear, and Ozzy and Orion will cover the exit point where Milky will be waiting to pick us up.”

  Nods all around signified that everyone was ready to roll so we climbed out of the van and gathered behind the Scout.

  Ozzy ran his hand gently along the rear fender of the Scout. He looked like he was about to puke, so Doc placed a hand on his shoulder.

  “Send me the bill,” Doc said, but I figured this was gonna be a tough one. Even I knew Ozzy had been restoring that truck for years.

  Milky got out of the still running Scout and put his rig in place, making a few adjustments before giving Doc a thumbs up.

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p; “Okay, let’s go,” Doc said, and the seven of us moved quietly down the ridge towards the cabinet shop, careful to stay out of sight.

  Seconds later, the unmanned Scout flew down the side of the ridge, past us, barreling towards the complex. The large SUV tore through the cyclone fence like it was tissue paper and crashed into the side entrance of the shop with full force. The massive reinforced grill did its job by tearing an extra wide hole for us to fit through. Doom and Ozzy tossed several flash grenades through the opening, and moments later, we filed inside.

  As soon as we were in the shop, Alamo, Badger, Dash, and Doc sprayed the interior of the building with a barrage of non-lethal, rubber riot control bullets, while the rest of us stayed behind them in tight formation.

  “Holy shit, man. What the fuck?” one of the Spiders yelled out amidst the chaos, and then the sound of gunfire exploded.

  Through the haze of grenade smoke, I watched Ozzy jump one of the Spiders who’d been knocked down by Alamo’s shots, removing a knife from his belt before zip-tying his hands behind his back.

  Another Spider took off, firing haphazardly behind him as he ran toward an office located at the opposite end of the shop floor. Badger and Dash took off after him, and Alamo and Doom split up to search for Sugar Bear, leaving Otter and me to deal with the last two Spiders on our own. One of which was curled up in the fetal position on the floor near where one of the flash grenades had detonated and was clearly concussed. Doc grabbed him by his cut and sat him up. His eyes were completely bloodshot, and he was bleeding from both ears.

  “Where the fuck is Sugar Bear?” Doc asked, shaking him violently, but the guy was barely conscious.

  I made a run toward the back, but was met by the Spiders President, Sugar Bear, holding Badger close, a gun to his head. Dash, Alamo, Ozzy and me raised our hands as we walked backwards toward Doc again, trying not to make any sudden moves in an effort to keep Sugar Bear calm enough not to shoot Badger.

  “Doc, I mean it!” Sugar Bear, shouted. “Anyone comes toward me, I do this prick!”

  The four of us fanned out. We needed to get Sugar Bear distracted somehow, but we moved slowly.

  “Don’t fuckin’ move, Doc, or I’ll blow a hole in this kid,” Sugar Bear said as he continued moving toward Doc.

  “I heard you,” Doc replied, calmly.

  “Doc, I don’t see you lowering that gun,” he barked back.

  “I will,” Doc replied, and kept the rifle leveled at him.

  “Is Doc short for Doc Holiday or somethin’? You fancy yourself a real-life sharp-shootin’ cowboy? You think you can hit me from over there without putting a bullet into your guy as well?”

  “Nope.”

  “Then drop the rifle,” Sugar Bear growled.

  “I will.”

  “You think I’m fuckin’ around here, Doc? I said put your gun down or I’m gonna shoot this fucking—”

  Sugar Bear moved the barrel of his gun slightly away from Badger as he yelled, and Doc unloaded. Both Sugar Bear and Badger hit the ground from the force of the rubber bullets and Dash, Alamo, and Ozzy dogpiled Sugar Bear while Doc went to Badger. I raised my rifle in case anyone else felt the need to interfere.

  “You…fucking…shot me. Ow, oh…shit,” Badger said, clutching his side.

  “Sorry, man, but I knew he wouldn’t be expecting me to fire. I tried my best not to hit you.”

  “Try harder next time, will ya? I think you hit me twice.”

  “Looks like three from my count,” Doc said as he gave Badger the once over.

  The Dogs got Sugar Bear to his knees after restraining him and Doc pulled out a black hood from his inside cut pocket.

  “You should have never fucked with our families, Sugar,” Doc said before placing the bag over his head and turning to Dash, Doom, Alamo and me. “You guys help Badger, and Ozzy and I’ll take Sugar Bear. Milky should be out back with the van by now.”

  We exited the building, and Doc threw Sugar Bear into the van, before sliding the door closed and yelling, “Drive!”

  Milky floored it but didn’t get far.

  A loud pop echoed in the van and Milky’s body lurched forward and he spit up blood all over the inside of the windshield. The van violently swerved as Doc struggled for the gun, punching wildly at Sugar Bear’s hooded head, until he stopped moving entirely.

  “Jesus Christ, Milky!” Doom shouted, grabbing the wheel from the passenger seat before reaching over with his left foot and hitting the brake.

  The van came to a stop and Doc yelled to Alamo, “Watch Sugar Bear, I need to check on Milky,” before getting out of the van. I could hear sirens approaching from the distance and knew we had to get the hell out of here fast.

  Doc opened the driver’s side door and swore. “We have to get him to the clinic right away.”

  “Shouldn’t we take him to the fucking hospital?” Doom asked as Doc examined the wound.

  “It looks like the bullet went clean through his right side and missed his liver and kidney. I’ll know as soon as I get him on my table. If I can’t handle it myself, we’ll take him to County Hospital. Help me move him into the back.”

  We quickly transferred Milky into the back and Doom sped off toward the compound.

  * * *

  Raquel

  I paced the downstairs waiting for my brother and my man to get back from putting into motion whatever hairbrained scheme they’d come up with. To say I was pissed was an understatement, and to say I was terrified was beyond. Orion had said nothing to me about this. He didn’t even wake me this morning to say goodbye.

  “Raquel, come sit down,” Olivia said.

  “No.”

  Doc walked in with a bloody Milky and all hell broke loose, but I was too busy staring at the blood on Orion to worry about anyone else. I made a run for him.

  “What happened?” I demanded.

  He grabbed my wandering hands. “It’s not my blood, Frazzle.”

  I tugged his T-shirt up, trying to investigate his body.

  “Baby, seriously, it’s not mine,” Orion said.

  I fell against him and he wrapped his arms around me.

  “Upstairs, right now,” I growled.

  “Baby—”

  “I swear to god, Adam, get your ass upstairs.” I pointed to the stairs. “Now.”

  He raised an eyebrow and I thought he might argue with me, but then he smiled and headed toward our bedroom. I followed, closing us in and finding myself lifted off my feet and dropped gently on the bed. Orion’s hand landed on my ass with a hard smack and I let out a squeak. Lord, it made me so horny.

  “You gonna continue to give me shit?” he challenged.

  “If I do, will I get more of that?”

  “No.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Oh, well, then I won’t give you shit.”

  He grinned down at me, his hands on either side of my hips. “In all seriousness, though, I need you to keep your tongue leashed in front of the guys, Raquel.”

  I leaned back and frowned. “Excuse me?”

  He moved in to kiss me, but I covered his mouth with my hand.

  “Razz.”

  “Repeat what you just said.”

  “You heard me.”

  I shoved his face away. “Get off me.”

  “Babe.”

  “If you don’t want your dick ripped from your body, you’ll get off of me immediately.”

  He sighed and stood, and I scrambled off the bed.

  “Where are you going?” he asked.

  “I’m going to ask my sister-in-law how to be a demure biker’s woman who only speaks when she’s spoken to,” I hissed.

  “Jesus, Frazzle, that’s not what I’m saying.”

  I was no longer listening. I slammed the door closed and rushed downstairs. Unfortunately, Olivia was helping my brother patch Milky up.

  “Why do you look like you’re on the rampage?” Rabbit asked as he walked past me in the hall.

  “No reason.”

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nbsp; He chuckled, taking my hand and pulling me into the kitchen. “Spit it out.”

  “I don’t think you’re the right person to talk about this with.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you have a dick.”

  “Thanks for noticing.” He grabbed a beer from the fridge. “Spit it out, Raquel. You know I’m a good listener.”

  “Oh, I can’t talk to you, buddy. I am not allowed to speak directly to you, sir. Us women shouldn’t speak our minds to the ‘menfolk.’”

  He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, and I unloaded on him, probably telling him way too much.

  “Olivia would never let Doc get away with that shit,” I hissed.

  “At the risk of pissing you off further, Doc is Prez, Raquel. Orion isn’t.”

  “Why the fuck does that make a difference?”

  “Orion’s low on the totem pole, sweetheart. He’s got more to prove. You’re also new…you know, as a couple. Doc and Olivia have been together for years. Not to mention, they’ve been to hell and back a few times. They’ve fought for their place in the world together, and Olivia’s earned her stripes, so to speak.”

  “You’re just as low as he is,” I pointed out.

  “Yep, which is why I know what I’m talking about.”

  “Is this why Parker’s playing hard to get?”

  “I’m done with this conversation,” he ground out.

  I sighed. “Sorry, I know that’s a touchy subject.”

  “You good?”

  I nodded. “Don’t be mad, okay?”

  “I’m not mad.”

  I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Then, relax.”

  He chuckled and hugged me. “I’m good, Raquel.”

  “What the fuck is going on?” Orion demanded.

  I tried to pull away from Rabbit, but he held firm.

  “What does it look like?” Rabbit asked. “Raquel’s finding comfort in the arms of a real man.”

  “Rabbit,” I growled.

  “Oh, yeah? Why is she here with you then?” Orion retorted.

  “Hopefully, he went to hell, which is where both of you macho assholes should go.”

  I tried to pull away from Rabbit again, but he held firm.