The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Complete Series

by Jenika Snow

  The moment he pulled away from the curb and rode out of town, leaving behind everyone she knew, she felt exhilarated. There was nothing that could stop her or hold her back. No one was going to stare at her with sadness because she had lost someone. There was nothing that she lost or gained here with him.

  Vengeance didn’t treat her any differently. She was just a woman to him, and maybe she shouldn’t be okay with that, but she really was.

  Pressing her head against his back, she closed her eyes, basking in the feel of being taken away from it all. A white knight was the last thing this man was, but in that moment, it felt like he was.

  The machine rumbled beneath her thighs, and the scent of leather was heady, and not only that, the power that she saw in Vengeance as he rode was heightening every single one of her senses, and she couldn’t stop the pulse between her legs.

  There had never been a time that Constance could remember being aroused. She wasn’t some squeaky clean virgin, but she also hadn’t felt desire … ever. Brando had told her that it would come in time, and that she needed to relax and to learn to trust him.

  She had trusted him, so completely.

  The sex hadn’t been a problem. It had been her. Brando had to use lubrication to help her. It was strange thinking about sex right now with a complete stranger. Brando had been everything a girl needed for her first time, and her love. He had been her one and only, and she had loved him. Of course she had. He’d been the guy that every girl wanted. The problem was, he’d been sweet, kind, caring, and perfect in every single part of their life. He’d not wanted to ravish her. When he kissed, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking about how her parents would approve.

  He had loved that, her parents’ approval.

  Time passed, and her thoughts of Brando didn’t fade, not at all. Finally, Vengeance stopped at a long strip of track.

  “Where are we?” she asked.

  “A race course, or what remains of one.” He held his hand out. “Pass me the helmet, and I’ll give you the ride you really want.”

  She thought about sex, and all the dirty things in between. Removing her helmet, she handed it back to him.

  “Can I ask you a question?” she asked.

  “Sure.”

  “Sex, is it good?”

  He paused and glanced at her. “What?”

  “Forget it. Forget I said anything.”

  “What’s with the talk of sex?”

  “I don’t know. I guess I’m just curious about what you do, with your women?”

  He smirked. “You do not need to worry about that.” He placed the helmet on the ground. “You better hold on tight. I’m going to give you the ride of your life.”

  She let out a squeal as he jerked forward, to which they both laughed. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. She was ready for the ride of her life.

  Chapter 8

  The feeling of her arms wrapped around his waist, her body pressed tightly to Vengeance’s had arousal slamming into him. The arousal certainly wasn’t misplaced, and he wanted Constance, but the truth was he could tell she was fragile.

  She could break, just snap in half. He was a rough biker, liked sex a certain way: rough, nothing held back, and doing any of that with Constance could make her crack even more.

  “Oh my God,” she cried out, her voice high-pitched, her excitement clear.

  He accelerated, going faster, taking the turns sharply, hugging the edge. He felt the wind in his hair. She held him tighter, her inner thighs pressed tightly to his outer ones.

  Vengeance didn’t slow, didn’t stop. He kept going around the track, letting the feeling of being free wash over them. It was only when he felt her body loosen behind him that he slowed. He pulled around the track at a slower pace, then stopped completely.

  He dismounted and helped Constance off the bike. She started laughing, and that had him grinning.

  “That was…” she said, but stopped and ran her hands through her hair. “That was incredible.” She turned around, the smile on her face huge, her excitement clear.

  God, she was beautiful, so fucking gorgeous he couldn’t stop myself from pulling her close, grabbing the back of her head, and claiming her mouth.

  She felt his lips on hers, strong, masculine, yet soft, sweet. A rush of heat and arousal slammed into her, and Constance breathed out, feeling that warmth spread through her. It felt good, incredible even.

  He pulled back, his lips slightly red, the scruff on his face reminding her that he was on the rougher side, dangerous. But she wanted that. With Vengeance she felt alive, felt like she was breathing again.

  She was wet between her thighs, her nipples hard, this arousal something unusual but pleasant, welcome.

  “How was that?”

  She reached up and touched her lips, this slight tingle spreading through her.

  “Did that cross the line?”

  He seemed genuinely concerned that maybe he’d pushed her too far. This side of him went up against his outer appearance, the hardcore biker he was.

  “It was…” God, how could she explain it? How could she even tell him what he made her feel, how he made her feel like she wasn’t in this box again, trapped, suffocating?

  “Fuck,” he said, his voice gritty, harsh. He ran a hand over his face, glanced around, and finally exhaled.

  “Vengeance.”

  She waited until he looked at her. “You make me feel… alive.”

  They stared at each other, the moonlight above bright, casting a silvery glow.

  “I want you, Constance, but I know I can’t push you—”

  “I won’t break.” Although at one point she’d thought she was far too fragile for anything, especially a life outside of the perfect box she’d been inside. “And I want you, too. I want the feeling you give me, the sensation I feel when I’m with you.” She tightened her hands into fists at her sides, feeling bared, exposed. But it felt good.

  He pulled her in close, his big, hard body pressed against hers. He smelled of clean sweat and leather, of masculinity and desire. There was this chemistry between them that couldn’t be denied. She couldn’t deny it, didn’t want to.

  “Kiss me again,” she whispered.

  He cupped her nape, pulled her in close, and did just that.

  Chapter 9

  Vengeance didn’t have a fucking clue what was happening to him, not one clue. One minute he was going through life feeling like he was hitting a brick wall. Then one stumble into a graveyard, and now here he was, kissing Constance.

  Her lips were so soft as he slid his tongue across her mouth, and she released a little gasp, allowing him to delve into her mouth. She stroked her tongue across his, and he held her tightly, needing something hard to press her against. Spotting a tree past her shoulder, he moved her so that he had her against it. Taking hold of her hands, he locked their fingers together and held them above her head as he ravished her mouth.

  Biting her lip as he pulled away, he stared into her eyes. She was on fire for him.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said.

  She licked her lips, and her gaze landed on his mouth.

  “I want you to be with me.” She gasped. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

  “Is that what you want?”

  She nodded. “Yes, it’s what I want. I want you.” She was shaking. “I’ve never been so wanton before, but this feels so… right.”

  He glanced back at his bike and was about to lead her back, when she held him close to her again. “No. I don’t want you to go back there. I want us to do it here and now.”

  “Anyone could stop and see.”

  “I don’t care. I need you, Vengeance. If we go, I will find a reason for this not to happen. I want you. Do you want me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then take me.”

  The tree provided them with enough shade, and he moved her so they had a little more privacy. Once he got started he didn’t want a reason t
o stop. Something told him her pussy was going to be fucking perfection and that was exactly what he wanted.

  Cupping her face, he stared into her eyes.

  “Right here?” he asked.

  “Right now. Come on, Vengeance, show me exactly what it’s like to be taken on a wild ride by a crazy ass biker.”

  He chuckled, seeing the fire within her. How long had she been pretending? What kind of life had she been living?

  Something told him that deep down inside, she had been acting a part all along.

  “Tell me what you want,” he asked again.

  Staring into her eyes, he waited to see if she would still demand or if she would back away. The smile in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

  “I want you to fuck me, Vengeance. I want you to make sure I never forget what we’re doing. I want to be able to feel you for days to come. I know I shouldn’t be asking stuff like this, but I can’t help it. I need it. For once in my life, I want something that I shouldn’t. There’s no one to stop me from wanting it.”

  He stroked her cheek, seeing so much inside her eyes.

  She had been in prison in a life that had demanded she conform, and he wasn’t going to let her feel like that anymore. Not on his watch.

  Slamming his lips down on hers, he attacked her pants, releasing the button and then the zipper. She took over, shoving them down her thighs until she stepped out of them, along with her panties.

  Constance grasped his head and pulled him down, kissing him, deepening the kiss.

  “I’ve never done anything like this before, never felt so free,” she said.

  Opening the button of his jeans, he eased them down, pulling out his erect cock. The tip was already leaking pre-cum. He’d prefer to have her on a warm bed, but his woman wanted him now.

  His woman?

  Yes, she was all his.

  Grabbing Constance’s ass, he lifted her up, and then, guiding his cock to her heat, he looked down, watching. “Hold my cock. Put it inside you.”

  She reached down, taking his dick, and he eased right inside her tight cunt. With every inch that he slid inside her, she moaned his name.

  “Oh, God,” she said. “That feels amazing.”

  The shirt she wore protected her against the hard bark biting into her back. Gripping her ass, he slammed her down onto his cock, making her take every single inch. He tried to remind himself he needed to be gentle, easy with her.

  Constance cried out his name and arched up toward him. “That feels so good. Please, Vengeance. I want more.”

  She was like a woman straight out of a wet fucking dream. With her legs wrapped around his waist and her tight cunt squeezing his dick, he was in heaven, pure heaven. She kissed his lips and he rode her pussy as hard as he could against the tree with the chance of them being caught.

  He didn’t fancy being thrown in a cell for indecent exposure or shit like that.

  “You like that, babe? You like my dick inside you?”

  “Yes, please, Vengeance. Fuck me.”

  This wouldn’t be enough, but for now it would have to do.

  “Touch your pussy. I want you to come all over my dick. Come on, Constance. Show me how much you want this.”

  She whimpered, but her fingers began to stroke her clit. Looking down, he watched her touch herself. Her pussy tightened around him, pulsing with each wave of pleasure she was giving herself.

  “Oh, my. Vengeance, I’m so close.”

  “Then come, baby. Come on my cock, and I will hold you. Give me what I want.”

  Constance screamed his name as she came, and it was such a beautiful thing to watch. Her pussy soaked his cock in cream, and he relished every single second of it. The pleasure, the feeling that he had just found the one woman for him. She had been a constant in his thoughts.

  Holding her close, he waited for her release to be over before he found his own, driving inside her as deep as he could. Closing his eyes, he took possession of her lips, and when his release rushed through him, he quickly pulled out, and finished on her pussy.

  The smile on her face shone brighter than anything he had ever seen before. He lowered her to the ground, and she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips against his.

  “That was amazing.”

  Her excitement was contagious.

  Gripping her juicy ass, he knew he didn’t want to let her go, or for this day to end.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Of course.”

  “If you love being out in the open and riding a biker, why haven’t you done it before?”

  She pulled away, and he set her on her feet. She stared at him as if he was something foreign. “I have been living my life for other people.”

  “You had a fiancé. Didn’t he want to take you out, show you off, be wild with you?” He was curious about her and wanted to get to know her. To understand her.

  She stared at him. “My fiancé would have considered anything but staying at home dangerous, stupid, reckless, and I think primarily something a tramp or slut would do.”

  Vengeance watched as she pulled on her jeans, not caring to clean away his seed, not that they had anything.

  He pulled up his own jeans and stared at her. She ran fingers through her hair and sighed. “Did you even like your fiancé?”

  “Yes, I did. I thought I loved him, but I’m starting to wonder if it wasn’t the idea of not being alone that I loved. He was everything that my parents wanted, and I did want to make them happy.”

  “What about yourself? Do you not get to make yourself happy?” he asked.

  “This was supposed to be fun. Not to analyze why we do certain things. I really enjoyed this, can’t we just have that?”

  She was running. He knew it, and she knew it.

  Vengeance shrugged. “You know me. I’m the one you call for a good time.”

  Something twisted in his gut though. Not because she wouldn’t talk to him about her problems, but because her running and denying the truth could have a whole different effect on herself.

  There was a carelessness about her. She wanted to be free, but free from what exactly? There was no one left, and she spent many nights in her graveyard staring at the people that kept her grounded.

  Something was going to snap inside her soon, and Vengeance hoped that he was there to catch her when she finally fell.

  One week later

  It had been a week since Constance had given herself to Vengeance, and she didn’t regret it. In fact, she wanted to do it again, wanted to see him, and let him make her feel alive.

  It had been one of those experiences, one of those feelings that she didn’t ever want to forget, that she wanted to hold on to forever.

  She finished arranging the flower assortment for a bridal shower and ran her fingers along the soft, white petals. Did she feel this soft to Vengeance? He felt hard to her, masculine, like how a man should feel to a woman. At least how she wanted a man to feel to her.

  He made her feel alive, like what she’d been thinking her life was this whole time was nothing but a dream … a lie. She had loved her parents, cared about her fiancé, too.

  But they’d caged her in, so to speak, making her feel like her life was nothing more than something for them to mold, to shape into what they saw.

  Even now, after she’d been with Vengeance, her body lit up just thinking about him, the area between her thighs sore, sensitive. He’d been so big, so thick and long. He’d made her feel like she’d been splitting in two, but only in the best of ways.

  Her phone vibrated and she pulled it out of her smock and glanced at it. The message was from Vengeance, and she couldn’t help but smile, the pleasure filling her.

  I miss you. Let me take you out tonight.

  Of course what she thought about was dinner and a movie. But she also wanted his hard body on hers, his masculinity making her feel feminine.

  She typed out a reply, saying she wanted to see him too, but she wanted to
see him first, to take that initiative. What would he say if she just showed up at his club, made that extra step to show him she was serious about this … about them?

  Constance looked up where the club was, not knowing if this was smart or dumb, but she wanted to be the one who was strong and who went after what she wanted.

  And that’s Vengeance.

  “Yo, some female is here for you,” Weasel said.

  Vengeance glanced up from some of the paperwork he was looking over for Demon. “What?” He felt his brows draw down. “Who?” There shouldn’t have been anyone here to see him, least of all a woman.

  “Yeah, pretty little thing. Looks like she might be blind in one eye, because it looks off.”

  Vengeance stood, his heart thundering.

  Constance.

  He wanted to see her, but not here, not like this. The club could get gritty, crude, lewd. He wanted to protect her, shield her from the life he led.

  The club life could be hardcore as fuck, and she was so soft and innocent, sweet and kind. God, how did an asshole like him get such a perfect woman in his life?

  “Where is she?” he asked Weasel.

  “Main room. I think one of the club girls, or a prospect, was going to talk to her.”

  That’s fucking great, and not a disaster waiting to happen.

  Chapter 10

  “You came here?” Vengeance asked.

  Constance took a deep breath. “Surprise. I—I wanted to see you. I hope that’s not too forward, or is it? I don’t know. I’m not. Wow, this seems really stalker-like, right? I didn’t think of this while I was on my way here. You must be really embarrassed.” She was so nervous. “This place is totally awesome, just so you know.” Her heart was racing, and she couldn’t believe that she had taken the risk in coming here. This was not like her, not at all, and right now she was slowly freaking out, which again wasn’t good.

  “Come here,” he said, taking hold of her hand and pulling her forward. The instant that he touched her, everything seemed to fall into place. It was like he grounded her fears and made everything seem right once again. “Stop panicking.”