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The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Complete Series

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by Jenika Snow


  “That’s about all the control I can give you, baby.”

  She didn’t care, because she liked having him be the dominant, loved having him give her everything.

  He started pulling out and thrusting back in, not giving her time to adjust to his huge size.

  The hand not holding her wrists was beside her head, and she could see the way his bicep flexed from the force it was taking him to hold himself above her. He was shallowly thrusting into her, and looking right into her eyes.

  “Put those gorgeous thighs around me, let me really get deep, really fuck you, Elena.”

  Elena wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels at the small of his back.

  He groaned again and renewed his pumping efforts.

  Striker was like a wild man, thrusting, pumping, bringing her so close to the edge and then stopping right before she went over. His hold on her wrists was painfully tight, her fingers tingling, starting to go numb, but god, she loved it.

  Her pussy was so wet for him, and the sound of his skin slapping against hers reverberated in the room.

  “So wet and tight.” He growled against her neck and picked up speed. He started running his teeth along her neck, sending painful pleasure through her entire body.

  “Come for me, baby, squeeze that pussy on my cock, milk the cum from me.”

  Her mouth opened on a silent cry, and she was falling over the edge into mindless, blissful completion. She mewled out as the orgasm wreaked havoc on her body and mind. Just as the high started to slowly dwindle, she found herself flipped on her belly. It was crazy to want more, to need more, but she did.

  Palms flat on the mattress and legs spread wide, she waited for him to make his next move.

  “Pop that ass out and let me see the pussy that belongs to me,” he grunted the words out.

  She did as he ordered, feeling the chilled air move over her bottom and between her thighs. Her pussy still convulsed from the after tremors of her orgasm. With her chest flat on the mattress, and her ass was high in the air, she wanted him to take her from behind, to control her this way, as well.

  Elena closed her eyes when she felt his fingers skate over her slit and gather her cream right before thrusting them deep in her body. There was no tensing, no worries about what was going to happen next as he fucked her with the digits for only a second. Finally, he pulled his fingers out, gave her ass a hard smack, and she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance again.

  He pushed into her in one fluid motion, and she bit her lip and closed her eyes at the feeling. The sheets were tightly fisted between her fingers, and he started thrusting in and out of her hard enough she started sliding up on the bed. And then he covered her back with his chest, placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her stationed, and started sucking at the side of her throat. He’d already ensured her pleasure before his by bringing her to climax numerous times but still, he had yet to find his own release.

  “You’re mine, Elena. No one will ever have you, ever think about having you.” He slammed into her hard enough she cried out, and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. “I’ll hunt down the ones that hurt you and make them pay.” He thrust into her again and again. “I’ll make them wish they’d never hurt you.”

  A shiver wracked her body. She didn’t answer, couldn’t. He pulled back, and the sting of his hand coming into contact with her ass had her gasping, but then he smoothed his palm over the hurt, making the pleasure rise. He continued to push into her and pull back out.

  Over and over again, he pumped his cock into her pussy.

  “Beg me for my cum.” His voice was thick like honey, but not sweet. It was strong, hard, dark, and masculine.

  She felt herself blush, not because he was being crude, but because she did want his cum and saying it out loud would make her feel like this was even more real.

  “I want your cum, Striker.”

  He groaned in pleasure. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?” He pulled out so just the tip was lodged in her pussy. He pushed back in hard enough a gaps left her.

  “Yes,” she moaned. She wanted to tell him to do it, to beg him to end her misery. Tears stung her eyes, but they were the good kind. This was like nothing she’d ever felt.

  She squeezed her pussy around him.

  “Fuck, Elena. You’re tempting a beast.”

  Maybe she was, but right now she didn’t even care.

  The burn of pain and being stretched soon vanished and something far more pleasing and electrifying took its place. Each time he pushed into her, the desire heightened. His groans were enough to have her nearing yet another orgasm, but it was his finger rubbing her clit that had her screaming out. She turned her head and closed her eyes, letting wave after wave of pleasure consume her.

  One thrust, two thrusts, and on the third one, he buried himself balls deep and cursed loudly. His language was crass and vile, but it reflected the strong emotions she was sure he felt. It seemed like a long time before he finally slumped on her, his big body warming her, suffocating her until she was gasping for breath.

  When he pulled out of her and rolled onto his side, he surprised the hell out of her by placing a hand between her thighs, rubbing her pussy hole, and pushing his cum that had started to seep out of her back in her body. He rubbed the slick jizz all over her pussy, as if marking her. He finally wrapped his body around hers, holding her tightly to him. She didn’t question the intimacy of it. No, she just closed her eyes and let the post-euphoric haze consume her. She could worry about what this meant and what would really happen at the end of all of this, later. Right now, she just wanted to bask in the after effects of what Striker had just done for her, given her.

  Chapter 21

  Elena had to make her decision, and Striker held her just a little tighter. He’d taken her virginity, and as far as he was concerned, she belonged to him. No one was going to take her away, but he’d made her a promise, and he intended to see it through even if it killed him.

  “That was amazing,” she said.

  “It can be like that every single night.”

  “That’s what I want.” She released a sigh. “Is it always like this?”

  “It depends on the man you’re with. I can’t guarantee that all men are good in bed.”

  She let out a giggle and rolled over, resting her hand on his chest and lifting up. “Not other men, silly. You, me, us, will it always be like this?”

  “Yeah, baby.”

  She smiled.

  “You’re not thinking of running away?”

  “No, I’m not.”

  Striker reached out, stroking her cheek. “Does this mean you’re not backing out.”

  “I’m going to be your girl, Striker. Your old lady and whatever else you want me to be.”

  Cupping her cheek, he stroked his thumb across her lips. “You won’t regret it.”

  Nerd was looking over the file he’d gained on Elena’s parents when his cell phone rang. Without looking at the screen, he answered.

  “Nerd, I’ve got a favor to ask,” Striker said on the other end.

  “You and your fucking favors. What do you want now?” he asked. He didn’t mind doing work for his brothers. He lived for the club and helping every single brother out, even Shakes. Considering Shakes wasn’t patched in any longer, and had almost gotten them all killed, he was still willing to help the man out. The Soldiers of Wrath were his family, in his blood, and he would serve them until he took his last breath, even if technically Shakes wasn’t a Patch anymore.

  “You love me, motherfucker,” Striker teased. “Elena’s parents, do you know where they are?” he asked.

  “Do you want me to check and see if they’ve reached out to some places, looking for Elena?” Nerd had done his research, and he knew her parents had stopped in a diner close to where Elena used to live, asking about her. They’d posted some pictures.

  Nerd didn’t like it. He didn’t like the thought of anyone chasing after Striker’s old lady, hell, fem
ales in general. Striker had laid claim to her, and now in the eyes of the club, she had to be protected at all cost.

  “I need to know more about them. You got foundation stuff, I want to know everything. Can you find out as much information as you can?” Striker asked.

  “I’ll head out now. I’ll take Joker with me. He’s always good for getting information out of people.” Joker was also the VP, so if he decided to handle Elena’s parents, Demon wouldn’t argue.

  “Thanks brother.”

  “Happy fucking,” Nerd said grinning, hanging up as Striker started to curse his name.

  “Where am I going?” Joker asked, coming to take a seat at the bar.

  “Do you want to go and catch some people determined to marry Elena off to her Uncle?” Nerd asked, passing the file over to Joker.

  Joker cursed. “Striker has finally declared her as his?”

  “Yep. Our club is turning into a bunch of pussy whipped men. Our enemies are not going to think we’re that much of a threat at this rate.”

  Joker burst out laughing. “You sound a little jealous.”

  “Jealous? Fuck off. You’ve got one pussy to satisfy when I can have a variety.” He spun around in his chair so that he was facing the room. “Look what I’ve got. I’ve got a red head, fake blonde, brunette, I mean there’s even a purple haired bitch over there. Each one with a great, unique gift.”

  “And each one of those sluts will move onto another brother and forget all about you. They’ll move on, and you’ll be remembered as a fuck, nothing more.”

  “A great fuck,” Nerd said.

  Joker shook his head. “You know, there was a time I’d have believed you. I thought screwing any number of pussies would make me feel better. It doesn’t. There’s more to life than a random fuck.”

  “What about Amy? She’s not exactly been easy to work with.” Nerd knew there was a great deal of history between Joker and Amy, to the point they’d even been step-siblings. Her own father had sexually abused Amy, and if it hadn’t been for Joker taking the man down in a brutal killing, the bastard would still be walking around.

  Joker smiled, and in that moment, Nerd felt like he truly was missing out on something. When all the brothers got together for a barbeque or a family party, he sat back and watched the men with their women. He’d even seen Shakes with Daniella; that was fucked up. Nerd never thought a guy would risk death to be with a woman, would give up everything for a piece of ass. For the past ten years, he’d been fucking random women, never giving a shit if they got off, and simply enjoying the feel of sinking his cock inside a sweet tight cunt.

  Demon, Joker, Steel, Shakes, and even Zeke who really had nothing much to do with the club had all found love. That word had been damn ugly to him for so long, but how could it be when he’d witnessed love between his brothers and their old ladies.

  “Amy wasn’t an easy woman to fall in love with, but I wouldn’t change who she is. Yes, I wish she hadn’t gone through the hell that she has been through. Her nightmares will always torment me. I can’t stand the thought of any harm coming to her. I love her with all my heart. You look at those women and see an easy lay; I see nothing. They’re a warm hole that will keep you warm for ten minutes before they’re jumping in another man’s bed. Amy, she’s going to keep me warm for a lifetime. Her dreams are finally at peace, and we’re going to be having a baby soon.”

  “She’s pregnant?”

  “We’re pregnant, and I’m going to be a father. I get that you don’t want the hassle of one woman, but there’s something to be said about intertwining your life with another person.” Joker slapped him on the back. “We’ll head out tonight. I’ll just brief Demon on what we’re doing.”

  Climbing off his stool, he made his way outside, and moved toward his bike. Joker’s words consumed his thoughts. What would it be like if he had someone to come home to? His brothers who had found old ladies didn’t spend all that much time at the club partying. If they were at the club, their old ladies were at their sides.

  Joker came out of the club, and after they had both straddled their bikes, they made their way out of the parking lot. He didn’t know what they were heading toward and that always unnerved him.

  He’d memorized the location where Elena lived, and he had to say the girl hadn’t run as far from home as she’d thought. After two hours of riding without hitting any traffic, they pulled into the local diner near Elena’s parents. It was already after ten at night, and there were several couples in the twenty-four seven diner.

  “Check that out,” Joker said, pointing toward the door.

  There was a picture of Elena with the word missing above it.

  “I guess they didn’t think she’d make it,” Joker said.

  They walked into the diner and took a seat toward the back. “Striker told me he found Elena working at a diner. Do you think she worked here?”

  “From what file you have, no. Her parents taught her at home; they were afraid of the outside evil. They wouldn’t let her work.” Joker smiled up at the waitress who approached.

  She was heavily pregnant, and looked like she’d seen better days. There were grease stains all over her uniform, along with ketchup, and her hair was slick from sweat.

  “What can I get you guys?”

  “Coffee for me,” Nerd said.

  “Same here. I was wondering about the girl on the door,” Joker said, nodding toward the door.

  “What do you mean?” the waitress asked. Her uniform did not have a nametag.

  “The missing girl photo on your window, I was wondering about it. She looks familiar,” Joker said, clearly playing it up. “Don’t you recognize her?” Joker looked straight at him.

  “Yep, was wondering about it myself. She didn’t seem all that missing to me though.”

  The waitress lowered her notepad, looking around the diner behind her. “Elena has been gone for a couple of months now. Her father, and her supposed fiancé came by, but not at the same time. I overheard the dad talking on a phone, saying shit about Elena. It’s sick. They were going to marry that poor girl off to a man the same age as her father. I even heard talk that they deal in corporal punishment. I’ve seen her mother at the bank, handing out fliers, and the bruises on her couldn’t be hid with makeup.”

  Striker was not going to like this. They were going to have to handle Elena’s family before they brought the cops down upon the Soldiers clubhouse.

  Joker tsked. “Awful. It couldn’t be the same girl.”

  “I hope no one finds her. The last thing Elena needs is to be forced back here.” The waitress left them alone. “To say I was surprised by the shit I heard them saying is an understatement.”

  “Sounds fucked up to me.”

  “I’m not going to argue with you, brother.”

  The club was going to have to handle this problem.

  Chapter 22

  Striker pulled his Harley into the parking lot of the clubhouse, cut the engine, and looked behind him at Elena. She wore a helmet, her eyes wide, and her mouth clamped shut. He couldn’t help but grin despite the shit he’d have to deal with soon enough.

  His woman looked scared shitless.

  He helped her off the bike, took the helmet off her, and because he couldn’t help himself, Striker leaned in and kissed her. She made a soft sound against his lips, and his dick went hard instantly. When he pulled back, he could see she was more relaxed, and he fucking loved that just a kiss from him could cause that within her.

  “Are you sure it’s okay to be here?” she asked, now looking over his shoulder at the clubhouse.

  “You’re my old lady. Mine, Elena. You need protection, and I’m not abut to leave you at the apartment alone, not when shit is probably going to get pretty fucking ugly before this ends.” He saw the way her throat worked when she swallowed, and he knew what he was saying scared her, but she needed to know the truth. He hadn’t told her yet that he was going after her family, who had, in fact, been searching for
her close to where she’d escaped. She’d need to know that shit sooner or later, but right now he just wanted her in the clubhouse and safe.

  He cupped her cheek. “You’re in this now, part of my life. That means I, as well as my club, protect you at all costs.”

  She nodded and looked at the club again. “This is just all so fast…”

  “Maybe, but it’s right.”

  She nodded, smiling softly.

  “Besides, there are the other old ladies inside since we brought them all here for protection until shit gets sorted.”

  “They’re here too for protection?”

  He kissed her once more before answering. “When shit goes down, or we know we’re going to have to act on something dangerous, we go on lockdown. We bring all the club’s family inside the protection of the club, and make sure they are in one place for safety.”

  She nodded. “Makes sense.” She was still looking at the clubhouse, and he could see she was still nervous.

  “Hey, baby,” he waited until she looked at him. “Everything will be all good, okay? I’ll make sure of it.”

  She nodded again. “I believe and trust you, but from what I overheard them talking about on occasion my family is crazy. The things they do are wrong, but they feel it’s their right, and that what they do is for the better of everyone, even if that means killing or torturing.”

  He smirked, knowing it probably looked scary as hell, but he wanted her to know exactly who and what he was, the type of people that made up the Soldiers of Wrath. “Baby, they’ll have met their match then. We don’t fuck around, especially not when one of our own is threatened.” He cupped her cheek. “And you’re one of us. You’re mine, Elena, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe, even if that means killing and torturing. You know that.”

  Elena followed Striker into the massive compound-like clubhouse. She was worried what they would say about the fact she’d hardly knew Striker, yet here she was, his old lady, having them protect her. But the truth was this felt right. Being with Striker felt right in every way. She shouldn’t care what others thought, but she did, and she doubted that would ever change.

 

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