Wolf (A Hell's Lovers MC Romance, #1)
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Table of Contents
Note To Reader
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Also by Crimson Syn
GRAYSON
WOLF
A HELL’S LOVERS MC ROMANCE, #1
CRIMSON SYN
CONTENTS
Note To Reader
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Also by Crimson Syn
GRAYSON
CHAPTER 1
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WOLF
(Hell’S Lovers MC Romance, #1)
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By
Crimson Syn
NOTE TO READER
Thank you so much for reading the first book in the Hell’s Lovers series. I love writing stories full of romance and heat and my Hell’s Lovers do just that. If you love your alphas dirty and demanding, with no shame, then this series is for you.
I do warn you, don’t expect the typical romantic alpha-male. These bikers like it rough, hard, and require they’re women to kneel down and take what they’re offering. They are definitely meant for a mature audience. 18+ boys and girls.
Now, that I have that out of the way I welcome you into the Hell’s Lovers MC and I hope you enjoy these men who know what they want and take without asking. The women who handle them need to be ready to handle the ride of their lives.
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CHAPTER ONE
SCARLETT
If there ever existed a true, predatory alpha male, then Wolf Stone was it. The son of a bitch was sinfully hot and he knew it. Arrogant, dominating, and as the leader of Hell’s Lovers, he was ultimately dangerous. So, how the hell did a girl like me get involved with such a dark soul?
I’m his lawyer. His go to girl. The one who gives him all the advice he needs when he’s making any business deal on his club.
I met him a year ago. I was broken down on the side of the road when the revving of a Harley caught my attention. How did I know it was a Harley, you ask? My Dad. He had one when I was growing up. I’ll never forget the roaring of its engine as it came down the road.
I took my chances and ran out, trying to wave the person down. I regretted it the instant he pulled over. He was tall, broad shouldered, and built. Oh my God, was he built. He was wearing a black leather jacket and dark washed jeans. His boot heels made a distinct clicking sound as he approached me.
“You havin’ troubles?”
His voice had a rich rumble that made me nearly drop to my knees. You may not believe me, but the man dripped sex. He stood there staring at me, looking all male and perfect. I was crazy to be attracted to him, but I couldn’t help it, my body trembled with need at the sight of him. I lost my voice as he took his aviators off. His face wasn’t just handsome. It was manly, a rugged jawline, thick lips, and the clearest set of blue eyes that competed with the clearest of skies. He ran a hand through his jet-black locks and I was fixated. The man was about to become my obsession.
“Are you alright?” He asked, and I tried to snap out of my trance. I was grateful for the sunglasses that covered my features as I checked him out.
“Um, I think my radiator blew.”
“Damn.” He mumbled and bent under the hood. He moved around some cables and grimaced. “Yup. Looks like it ruptured. You’re not gonna be going anywhere for a while.”
“Shit.” I ran my hands through my brown wavy hair, which was probably a windblown mess.
He looked at me then and I could feel his eyes trail up my bare legs and pencil skirt, roaming up my shirt and lingering on my breasts. His heated gaze nearly made me melt.
“You need a ride?” his voice rumbled as he continued to stare at my body.
I should have been disgusted by his blazon disregard for propriety, but instead I felt my inner core gush with arousal.
Looking down at my outfit, and then at the bike, I realized there was no way this skirt would stretch wide enough for me to straddle that monster, meaning the bike of course.
He smirked, and walked towards me. “I can help you with that.” He pointed at my skirt.
“Oh.” I half breathed as he came up to me. I could smell leather and a woody spice I couldn’t quite decipher, but it was intoxicating.
“I mean…if you want me too.”
“I…I have a meeting in thirty minutes… in the city.”
He stared down at my legs. “Hmmm. I don’t think you’ll like my idea, then.”
“Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind.”
He came closer and I could feel his breath on my forehead. He was tall, at least six feet, and he could easily consume my five foot four frame. I should have been afraid, but a strange sense of wanting to be near him kept me grounded.
“Ripping that tight little skirt in half.”
I looked up at him then, my eyes had gone wide in disbelief as he stared down at me, that sexy smirk pasted on his face.
“Wh…what!”
He chuckled. “Just the slit, gorgeous. So you could ride.”
My eyebrows shot up, and something along the lines of relief, traced with a hint of disappointment ran through me. “Oh.”
For being a college graduate and a lawyer, used to speaking my mind, this guy had literally rendered me speechless.
“So, do you want me to rip it?”
His voice was a low vibration that heated my insides to where all I could do was nod. I watched him kneel before me, and images of him lying between my legs made me slightly unsteady. I swayed and placed a hand on his shoulder. His hand shot up to my calf and the electric shock that went through my core had me stifling a groan. What the hell was wrong with me? I was a smart, independent woman. No man had ever had an effect on me like this one did.
“You alright, gorgeous?” He looked up at me with those cerulean eyes. His hand stroked my bare skin lightly and chills ran up my body.
“Y…yes. Sorry, I haven’t eaten.”
“Then let’s put you on that bike and get you somethin’ to eat.”
I felt, more than noticed, that his hand was still lingering on my leg. Suddenly he let go and grabbed the edge of my skirt, where the slit split on the side of my thigh. He roughly tugged on it, tearing it apart. An involuntary whimper escaped my lips and I gripped him tighter. He lowered his head for a brief moment and then patted the back of my now naked t
high before standing up.
“All done.”
I nodded, trying to disguise the lust that ran through me, but I could feel myself start blushing. Hoping he would think it was the heat from the sun, I quickly turned around and went to grab my purse. Leaning over the seat I caught a glance of him in the rearview mirror. He was blatantly staring at my ass while I was bent over. I realized my skirt had slightly ridden up, and the now, deep slit exposed my full thigh, right up to the seam of my panty line. I had a moment of wanting to entice him, and I took it, gently swaying my hips for him. His reaction drenched my panties. His hand shot up to his bulge as he gave it a hard tug and then he turned around. The freak in me loved it, and feeling confident I locked the car door and walked up to him.
“Ready.” I said, and handed him my briefcase. “Is there a place for this?”
“Yeah. Get on.” He seemed short with me, but I didn’t dare ask why.
He got on the bike and revved the engine up. I stood there, trying to figure out how to sit, and then realized I had to scrunch my skirt up to be able to climb on.
“Hop on, gorgeous.”
I stared at him and thought, what the hell. I watched him as I raised my skirt up and his eyebrows shot up. He turned his face forward and I smiled knowingly. Propping one leg over the seat I finally mounted the bike. I was so sensitive that the rumble of the engine and the heat from the seat nearly made me cum. He reached over and gave me a small helmet, then he tapped my knee and I gripped his waist. His scent was driving me crazy, and I could feel the muscles in his back stretching as I pressed my chest to it. It was the most arousing ride I had ever been on.
The wind blew through my hair as we rode into the city and I didn’t have a care in the world whether my skirt was torn, or my hair was a mess. I felt a freedom like no other. And best of all, I felt safe. Safe in the arms of this sexy stranger.
After about thirty minutes of driving down winding roads, we finally reached downtown Los Angeles. He stopped at a light and turned towards me. “You hungry?” he yelled back.
“Ummm…sure!”
The word escaped me before I could think. I was going to have to call my boss to tell her I got sidetracked, but I secretly just wanted a little more time with this sexy stranger.
He pulled over to the side of the road. Nick’s Café stood at the corner making me smile. I loved this place. I used to eat here with my Dad. The owner was my Dad’s best friend, and they had some of the best burgers in town.
I got off the bike and took off my helmet watching him as he finished parking the bike. His broad frame leisurely climbed off it. “You like burgers?”
“I love burgers.”
“Good.” He turned, and walked towards Nick’s. I followed him quietly. Either way, he didn’t talk much. As we entered the place, Nick appeared behind the counter.
“Scarlett! Shit girl, I haven’t seen you in months! Come and give your Uncle Nick a hug!” I smiled and went over to Nick, well, Uncle Nick. He embraced me tightly and then ruffled my hair.
“Hey, watch it.” I teased.
He looked over at the man I had followed in, and frowned. “Did you come in with him?” He nodded over at my sexy biker.
“Yeah.” I whispered back.
“What the hell are you doing with the Hell’s Lovers President?”
I looked over my shoulder in shock. I had heard of the Hell’s Lovers. They seemed dangerous enough, but kept mostly to themselves. I had heard the leader was rich and owned a lot of businesses in town, including the infamous Ravenous Club in downtown L.A. It was the Hell’s Lovers private club, and only members were allowed entrance.
My biker stared back at us and nodded. “Nick.”
“Hey Wolf. Usual table.”
He shrugged one broad shoulder, and his mysterious nature started to lure me in.
“Wolf?” I whispered. He did justice to the name.
“Wolf Stone. He’s the Chair for the Hell’s Lovers. I suggest you be careful with that one.”
I smiled back at the old man. “Don’t you worry about me. I know how to take care of myself.”
Nick smiled and touched my chin. “I know sweetheart. I know.”
I walked over to where Wolf sat. He lay back into the leather booth and his glare was sexy as hell. His eyes never left my body as I slid in.
“You know Nick?”
“I grew up with Nick.”
He narrowed his eyes, assessing me for a second and nodded. “Interesting.”
I swallowed hard. “So, you’re Wolf Stone.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I see Nick likes to talk.”
I smiled. “Just watching out for me.”
He gave a nod. “I don’t blame him. I’d heed his warnings.”
A young man approached and took our order. After he left, Wolf leaned in, placing his arms on the table. Without his jacket I was able to appreciate the muscles on his forearms as they bulged and molded against his black tee. I wanted to feel those powerful arms wrapped around me as he drove himself inside me.
“So, what do you do, Scarlett.”
I blushed, loving the sound of my name on his lips. Prying my eyes away from his body I looked up at those piercing blue eyes. “I’m a lawyer.”
He looked up at me, surprised. “What type of lawyer?”
“I handle contracts for major companies.”
“You just dropped right out of heaven, didn’t you?” He whispered.
“What?”
“I’m actually in the market for a lawyer.”
“Oh?”
“I need some legal advice on some properties I want to acquire. Would you like to be my lawyer?”
I want to be your everything. I was surprised at my reverie. “Seriously?”
He nodded. “How much for you, Scarlett?”
Oh, I’m free for you, baby. Stop it, Scarlett! “I’d…I’d have to ask my boss.”
He shook his head. “No boss. No company. I just want you.”
I looked at him wide-eyed and leaned back in my chair.
CHAPTER TWO
WOLF
I’ve been alone for way too long. Just having her sitting across from me has me on overdrive. When she was straddling me on the drive over, it took everything in me not to make a turn and take her home with me.
Now she’s here, sitting in front of me, and there was no fucking way I was gonna let this gorgeous knockout out of my sight. As soon as I saw her on the side of the road I wanted her for myself. A strange feeling of yearning sprang through my groin as I assessed those curvy hips and luscious breasts. She was the most beautiful nymph I’d ever laid eyes on and she was going to be mine. Those long brown waves ran down her back in wild disarray and her hazel, almond shaped eyes were hypnotizing. Every move she made had me hard as a rock. I don’t think my dick will be going down any time soon, especially after getting a greedy look at the curve of her ass earlier. I could swear she was enticing me on purpose. The woman was pure feminine sexuality and my dick was on alert.
Amazingly so, she was also a lawyer. It was a clear opportunity to have her tied to me and I’d be a fool not to take it.
“So what do you say, gorgeous? Will ten grand a month deserve your attention?
“A hundred twenty grand a year?!”
That succulent mouth of hers opened up in shock and I imagined my cock sheathed in those red lips.
Shit! Get a hold of yourself, Wolf, before you embarrass yourself.
“Did you have another price in mind?”
She shook her head, still in shock. “No! God, no! That’s more than enough. Almost, too much.”
I smiled. “Almost?”
“It’s enough for me to quit the firm.” She was lost in her own thoughts.
“Is that a bad thing?”
He watched as she thought about it. She sat quietly for a while, assessing the whole situation. When she did look up, her eyes narrowed, I could see her trying to figure me out. She leaned in towards me and the scent of
citruses floated through the air. She was so damned sweet, I wanted to suck on her and taste every part of her all-day long.
“What kind of businesses do you run, Mr. Stone?”
I leaned back, not taking my eyes off her. Her tone was all business, and I enjoyed this side of her. My inner wolf was now growling with desire.
“All kinds, Miss…”
“Chase. Scarlett Chase.” She reached out a delicately manicured hand.
An electric shock ran up my arm and down to my groin as her small hand wrapped around mine. A bright pink flushed her cheeks, and I wondered if other parts of her flushed that brightly as well.
“Miss Chase.” I squeezed her hand and slowly let go, letting my fingers linger on her skin. Even her name invoked sinful thoughts.
“So, do we have a deal, Miss Chase?”
She watched me tentatively, and I caught as she fumbled with the napkin in front of her and bit her lower lip. She looked so innocent for a moment, childlike even. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, assertive, smart, and…innocent.
What the hell are you doing, man? Leave her alone.
My mind kept screaming at me, but my wolf wanted a mate. I didn’t want to give in to her, I didn’t want to hurt her, but she was so damn alluring.
I watched as she licked those lush lips and I gripped the seat, trying to control myself from leaping across the table and claiming her. There was a reason I was called the Wolf. As soon as I found my prey, I’d make damn sure to pounce and make them succumb to my will. And boy, did my wolf want to pounce right now.
Suddenly, the unexpected happened and she nodded in agreement. “Okay. I’d have to take a look at your contracts. If they’re legit…and legal, then I’ll be your lawyer.
Before I could answer, our burgers landed on the table with a thump and Nick hovered over us. For being a seventy-year-old man, his presence still gave out a threatening vibe. I looked up to see him staring me down. I had respect for the old man. He had been the President of Hell’s Lover decades before. If it wasn’t for him, the club wouldn’t have made it. Him and Ryder Chase, his Sargent in Arms, they were a powerful duo. Nick got a bunch of money when he got out and bought his beloved diner. He kept a lot of his money in a few assets and had done well for himself. Ryder Chase, on the other hand, passed away two years ago, a motorcycle accident. I had heard his daughter had suffered, I felt bad for the child although I had never met her. Regina, his wife, was never seen near the club again, and I didn’t blame her.