Lil' Red & The Big Bad Biker

by Glenna Maynard

  I can’t take her to the clubhouse dressed like this, and I don’t know how in the hell I will explain her to everyone. Sure as fuck can’t leave her alone either.

  If you would have told me this morning that I would transform into a wolf and regain repressed memories of another life, a life in which I am meant to be King—I would have said no fuckin’ way. Not only all that but I now have this beautiful woman, a real fucking Queen who is blood oathed to bear my heir.

  Only problem with that is she doesn’t want that life. Not yet anyways. I was groomed to rule from the day I was born until the day I was sent away. I have ruled in a way, just not over a kingdom. I’ve ruled as President of Wolves Fury MC. Being the alpha has always been in my blood.

  Everything inside me is screaming for me to make my claim on my throne and my Queen. It’s my destiny, one I know I can’t fight for long.

  However, right now, Jenna needs new clothes.

  I stop off at the local Harley Davidson shop, telling her to stay in the cage.

  The saleswoman appears to be about the same size as Jenna, therefore I have her pick out a t-shirt and jeans for her.

  When I get back to Jenna and hand her the bag of clothing, it dawns on me she needs somewhere to change.

  We stop off at the local filling station. I take her to the bathroom on the side of the building, being a gentleman and standing outside the door.

  Her head pokes out the door. “Um, Rogan, can you…um unlace the back of my gown?”

  “Sure can.”

  Stepping inside behind her, I offer to take her cloak, hanging it over the stall for now.

  Sweeping her hair to the side, she exposes her neck to me and my inner wolf howls wanting to bite her, to give her the gift of the magic in my blood. I haven’t told Jenna that I can turn her. No point in scarring her further. Not only is it dangerous to impregnate her, turning her can be nearly as fatal. She would stand a better chance of carrying my heir if she had my bite though.

  My fingers fumble on the laces at first but eventually I get them undone. The straps of her gown slide down her arms. The side of her bare breast reflects in the mirror.

  She offers me a smile. “Thank you.”

  “I will be right outside if you need anything else.”

  “Actually, I still need your help.”

  Bending down, she fingers the top out of the bag and hands it to me, then the jeans with one hand as her other covers her breasts, poorly. My cock stretches against the zipper of my stolen blue jeans, aching to be inside her.

  “I have never worn anything but dresses and gowns. I am not familiar with any of this. Is this men’s clothing?”

  “Definitely not,” I tell her as I aid her with getting the shirt over her head. It is a little tight in the chest, but damn it’s hot seeing her nipples poking through the thin white cotton.

  I can’t look away when she steps out of the skirt of her gown, exposing her bottom half. Her hot little ass is just begging to be spanked when she bends over to pull her pants up.

  Motherfuck me, they curve around her dainty but tight ass.

  Biting my knuckles, I want her so fucking bad, and I will have her under me soon crying out my name.

  Chapter 10

  Jenna

  When we arrive at Rogan’s as he calls it clubhouse, there is so much happening and so many faces to take in. His members are like his Kingsguard, I suppose. They have his back just as a knight would a King’s. That is what I took from the explanation he gave me on the way here.

  Inside the clubhouse, there are men and women everywhere in various compromising—scandalizing positions. The scene in front of me reminds me of the stories about the red houses where men go to seek the company of a whore.

  I am seated at a table with Rogan, taking everything in while he speaks with his friends. I’m not really paying attention to what they are conversing about, though I probably should be. Watching the couples engaged in acts meant to be for the bedroom between man and wife is shocking but fascinating, I can’t look away. Their actions have me squirming in my seat. I’m so warm and full of a need. One I can’t name. It’s a sensation I have never felt before. It feels strange but in a good way.

  Rogan must sense my reaction to the man and woman closest to us as the man sucks on the woman’s breasts, alternating his attentions between the two.

  His hand is resting on my thigh, traveling higher toward the apex where my leg meets my pelvic region. No man has ever touched me in such a forward fashion. Sure, Carmichael stole a few kisses, but they were nothing in the way of Rogan’s affection. There is so much to experience in this new land. It’s so different and wonderful…well that is until some woman takes offense to my being with Rogan.

  “Who’s the new bitch?” A woman asks, giving me a dirty look, and rubbing her hands over Rogan’s shoulder.

  Who does she think she is touching him so intimately? Her clothing leaves little to imagination. If she were dressed in so little in my world she would be flogged at the town square. The fabric covering her breasts looks like a handkerchief.

  He shrugs her off, and I smile to myself. He’s mine not hers. “She’s with me.”

  “With you?” Her nasally voice scoffs.

  “What I said,” he grits through his teeth, pulling me into his side and kissing my forehead before raising the sleeve of my shirt, exposing the mark on my arm that matches his own. With this move, the room seems to go quiet all but this hateful woman.

  “Who the fuck is she?”

  “Miller, get a leash on this bitch.”

  A heavyset man with a blue rag tied around his head grabs her by the arm and shoves her down a hallway.

  “Who was that?”

  “A fuckin’ clinger. A wannabe. No one to concern yourself with,” he assures.

  Jealousy pools in my stomach. I could have agreed to return home, but I wanted to experience this new world.

  “Have you laid with that woman? Shared your bed with her?” I demand, not breaking eye contact with him even though the look he is giving me should scare me.

  He licks his bottom lip then wipes it with his thumb. Smirking, he leans down to my ear, brushing my hair out of the way.

  His lips brush against the shell of my ear as he whispers intently, “Listen, only gonna tell you this one time. Never question me in front of my club. I am your King out here. In front of others I am your ruler, but behind closed doors we are equal.”

  “Understood.” I gulp when he places his hand over my crotch and brushes his thumb up and down the seam of these odd pants he gave me to wear. The same feeling of need washes over me again.

  “I think we need to come to an agreement, don’t you?”

  “Um…” My breath catches in my throat.

  “My darlin’, I ain’t askin’. Let’s go.”

  Taking his hand as he rises, I go along with him willingly when he tugs me toward a set of stairs.

  Chapter 11

  Rogan

  I can’t take it any longer. My wolf keeps threatening to come out if I don’t have Jenna. I’m damn not sure ready to show my other form to anyone here, even if these men are my brothers. I am not sure how accepting they’d be if they knew I turn into a werewolf and that I am a King from another land.

  I don’t want to think about that shit right now. The head between my legs is taking over my brain. I usher Jenna in front of me as we climb the stairs, so I can get a face first look at her ass in these jeans. Her red hair hangs down her back, swaying with her hips. She may have never worn jeans before but damn, she knows how to work them.

  Pulling out my keys, I unlock the door to my room. I live here at the clubhouse and because I am the Pres, I have the nicest room.

  Jenna walks around the room, inspecting her surroundings. “These are your chambers?” Her fingers brush along some framed photos I have of the man I believed to be my father.

  “Not what you were expecting, your highness?” I tease.

  My room isn’t th
e cleanest, but I wasn’t expecting to bring a Queen home with me when I left out of here this morning. My world has flipped the fuck upside, and what I really need is to get lost in some pussy. Jenna isn’t easy pussy though. She deserves a hell of a lot better than a night with a dirty bastard like me. I have fucked around with club whores a few times and I know Jenna is a virgin; my wolf can sense it. And thank fuck for that because if any other man had touched her I’d have to kill the unsuspecting prick.

  My Lil’ Red shoots me a coy smile as she sits on the edge of my four-poster bed. I kick my dirty clothes underneath it and sit next to her.

  Fanning my fingers along her jaw, I battle the urge to kiss her again. After one taste of her mouth I am consumed with having her.

  Her cheeks bloom a soft shade of pink. It’s sweet and fuckin’ sexy.

  “You gettin’ shy on me now?”

  “No, I want to be here with you, it’s a bit overwhelming though. When I made my escape from Blackwell Castle I was sure Carmichael, or his men, were going to kill me or force me to marry him and now here I am with you. New place. New faces. You’re alive. It is so much to take in.”

  “You hungry?” I change the subject even though I want her so damn bad.

  “Not really.” Her eyes flash at me and my inner wolf growls with need.

  Without a second thought, I claim her lips for a second time today, giving in to my desire. Instantly, her lips part inviting me in. The room and world around us seems to fade away where nothing exists but the two of us. Her teeth graze my lip and the sensation travels straight to my dick.

  Our tongues intertwine, hers tasting of the lemonade she consumed downstairs. Sweet sour is exactly what this is. I am glad we found each other but part of me is angry for all that has been taken from us. Ripping out Carmichael Blackwell’s throat and heart was too quick a death for a bottom feeder like him.

  Jenna leans back on the bed, bringing me with her as her hands shove my cut from my shoulders. I toss it to the side, mindful not to drop it to the floor. The way a man treats his cut says a lot about him.

  Fisting the hem of her shirt, I pull it up, giving me ample access to her melon sized breasts. Taking advantage, I suck her nipple between my lips, remembering how she wiggled in her chair seeing Nailer doing it to Trisha.

  A soft moan escapes her parted lips as her fingers thread through my dark hair.

  I repeat the motion, giving equal attention to her other hardened peak.

  When I undo the button on her jeans, dying for a glimpse of her pretty pussy again, (that small view when she changed was enough to kill me) she stills beneath me. “Want me to stop?”

  She shakes her head and replies, “Would I deny my King?”

  “I sure as fuck hope not.” I grin and slide her jeans down, exposing her pussy.

  There is just something so damn sexy knowing that I will be the first, last, and only man to experience pleasuring her. I’ll be the only man to taste, suck, finger, fuck, and make love to my Lil’ Red.

  Chapter 12

  Jenna

  In Rogan’s bed, I am completely exposed to him and him to me. His fingers and tongue are busy between my thighs, bringing me the greatest pleasure I have ever known. Technically we shouldn’t be doing this until we marry, but we aren’t in our land.

  Here we aren’t King and Queen.

  We are simply Rogan and Jenna.

  A man and a woman enjoying one another’s bodies.

  And what a fine body he has. I can’t help but watch as his muscles flex. I know a little about sex. I questioned one of my chambermaids, but she never told me it would be like this. In her words the man mounts you like a horse, has his fun, then leaves.

  Running my fingers through Rogan’s dark curly hair, I can’t believe this is truly happening. His fingers slide in and out of my slick heat as his mouth sucks on my sensitive nub. A pressure begins to build inside me, and it is as if he senses how I am feeling.

  Looking up at me with hooded eyes he says gruffly, “Gonna make you come all over my tongue. You taste so motherfuckin’ good. It’s time to pay worship to my Queen.”

  I start to tell him here I am no Queen but when his tongue replaces his fingers inside me, my eyes roll back in my head in ecstasy. Legs thrashing, fingers scratching, I moan out his name in a sultry whisper, “Rogan…oh Rogan.” This only serves in him increasing the pressure as he fondles my intimate region, his fingers pinching and rubbing until I am like a mirror exploding into a million pieces.

  Rogan glances up at me lazily, the corners of his mouth tugging into a sated smile. Licking his lips, he snakes up my body. “Taste how good your pussy is, Lil’ Red.” Crashing his mouth down on mine, he sucks on my tongue while he presses the tip of his manhood against me.

  Raising my hips, I know I want to feel him deep within me. “Will it hurt?” I hesitate to go as far as my body desires.

  “One thing you can count on is I will never lie to you, and yeah, sweetness, there will be some pain involved but it won’t last long. You enjoyed what we just did. You’ll love the way it’ll feel when I bury myself balls deep inside you.”

  Biting my bottom lip as his fingers tease at my nipples, I nod my head urging him forward. Slowly and with care, he pushes into my velvety heat.

  “Fuck, you are so tight,” he growls as his teeth nip at my neck.

  He pushes harder, and I immediately tense up when I feel a stinging sensation as my body stretches to accept his girth.

  “Don’t fight it, let me in.”

  A tear escapes the corner of my eye as he presses further, rocking his hips, sliding his thick manhood in and out, increasing the tempo. He’s right. It is starting to feel good like his fingers did but better. So much better.

  “Harder,” I find myself demanding.

  Rogan chuckles under his breath as his hands begin touching me rougher, holding my hips as he kisses down my throat, and when I least expect it, his teeth pierce my skin.

  The love bite doesn’t hurt at first as I am so into the moment, but then I feel the blood trickle down my neck and between my breasts as Rogan howls.

  Chapter 13

  Rogan

  One week.

  It’s been one week since Jenna showed up and rocked my world, turning my life upside down. Everything I thought I knew was all a lie, fabricated by magic and now that I know who I am, I almost wish I didn’t. But that would mean I never would have been with Jenna, my Queen. I hardly know her and now I may never have the chance. I fucking bit her during sex. I didn’t mean to, but my wolf demanded it—he craved it, needing to claim her as one of us.

  I’ve never done this before—turned anyone. I only know what I was taught as a child. No one prepared me to watch a woman I am supposed to cherish and guard with my life lay in my bed in agony. I’ve been trying to contact our world, but nothing is working.

  I don’t want to leave her, but I need to find a witch, a powerful one to save her before it is too late. Lifting the gauze, I check her wound. It isn’t healing. Her weak fingers reach for mine.

  “I forgive you, Rogan,” she whispers, hoarsely.

  Fuck. This is tearing me apart inside.

  My club is suspicious. I hear the whispers. Some think I killed her while others think I am torturing her slowly but are too damn scared to do a damn thing about it. They are partly right. What I did is bringing her a slow goddamned death.

  Just when I am about to give up the mirror hanging over my dresser starts to ripple, and a woman appears before me. A face I recall from when I was boy. Narinda.

  “You haven’t much time, your Highness. Your venom has poisoned her, but your child grows stronger inside her. Your wolf can save her, give her your blood. She and the child need it.”

  I stare back at my Queen as she coughs up her own blood.

  When I turn back to the mirror the Seer, Narinda has disappeared.

  Jenna came here thinking she would find her happily ever after. However, ours is a work in progress.

/>   Epilogue

  Jenna

  4 years later

  I tossed and turned all night, having visions of three young wolves running through the forest under the crest of the four red moons.

  Rogan has been by my side throughout my difficult pregnancy.

  The man has refused to leave me even though as King there are duties he must attend to.

  “Rogan,” I call out, softly but there’s no answer. Maybe he has finally gone to meet with the council. When we returned home, I never thought I would live to see this day. However, Narinda, with the help of Ginny, was able to save me.

  It turned out Ginny was a witch who had been sent to protect and guide me during my time at Blackwell Castle.

  Saving me depleted all their magic, but they said my life and my rule was worth the sacrifice. Such sacrifice and magic comes at a price. A sacrifice that ended their lives. The price of a warlock from the other world helping Rogan get me back to Wolfenstein to save my life was giving him and his wife our first born. I hated Rogan at first for making that choice when I realized what he had done, but he said he couldn’t let me die. Despite my heartbreak and loss, Narinda had seen my future—a happy one, full of laughter, the laughter of mine and Rogan’s children.

  When Narinda and Ginny used their magic to save me I inherited their powers during my change. Not even Rogan knows my full power. I can’t have my King feeling inferior to his Queen. The visions come and go although sometimes they do change. The choices we make can alter our futures. Had I died, Rogan would have stayed in his other world and never married. But here with me—we will have three children. Triplets. Our own little pack.

  A son, Fergus, named for the servant who helped me escape.

  Two daughters, Gerinda, named for Ginny and Narinda. And Raellow, named for Rogan’s parents.