Sanctuary Within the Breed (Lucifer's Breed MC Book 1)

by Ryder Dane

  He slipped his soaked fingers up into her tunnel and groaned at the small tremors he could feel that were keeping her from complete satisfaction. He hooked his fingers up and pulled hard. He let the pressure up a bit and began to rub the small patch of her G-spot. “Come on, baby, you can let it go, you’re going to squirt just like we do, I know it’s there, just waiting, come on, you’re not gonna piss yourself, it’s just your pussy squirting, let it go, babe. I’m right here to catch you.”

  Baron sat by her head and hoisted her head and shoulders onto his thighs. His big hands were playing with her breasts, and when she gasped at the sensations Gunner’s fingers were causing, Baron squeezed her nipples hard. She felt the liquid shoot from her body and kept curling her body with the need to bear down. Gunner grinned and nodded at her, telling her, “Oh fuck, baby, look at that, did that feel as good as it looked like it did? I love to see a woman shoot like that. It takes a special pussy to be able to let herself enjoy this kind of orgasm. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.” He leaned in and kissed her on the clit, while Baron fucked her mouth with his.

  *****

  Baron was the first of them to stir from his head on her breast. “Come on, Stretch, let’s get cleaned up, and find the bed.” He got to his feet with a deep groan and looked at the scratches he’d gained while she was enjoying that last orgasm. His forearms were sporting a few nice nail trails where she had grabbed on to ride it out. He reached down and pulled her to her feet, and he bent down to pick her up to carry her to the shower. She didn’t offer any resistance, and that was a good thing, he was tired, and tomorrow was going to be a bitch if he didn’t get at least a few hours of sleep. Gunner was almost asleep where he was laying, but Baron wasn’t worried about him. He would eventually rise and clean up before getting some sleep himself.

  He took Amy to the shower and stood her against the wall while he lathered up his hands and washed every inch of her. She blushed when his hands touched between her asscheeks, but he let it pass without commenting. Both of them were ready to drop from exhaustion, and he wrapped her in a towel to take her to his bed.

  Melvin was pissed at him because Baron had locked him in the bedroom while the humans were in the playroom. There was pillow stuffing all over the room and on the bed from his tantrum. “You little son-of-a-bitch, you ripped my fucking pillow into a goddamned mess. That’s it, tomorrow I buy a crate for your ass to go into when I want some privacy.”

  Amy was giggling and trying to brush the fluffy pillow stuffing off the bed. She pulled the top cover off the bed and crawled between the sheets. Melvin ran around to the opposite side of the bed, and took a running leap to land on her side of the big bed. He hunkered down in the curve of her waist and hip, tucked his head down, so the pissed off man wouldn’t see him, after all, if he couldn’t see Baron, then Baron couldn’t see him.

  *****

  Gunner woke feeling cold and remembered where he was when he rolled to his side onto the cold spot next to him. He got to his feet and wiped a hand down his face. The room wasn’t much of a mess, but he hated leaving the equipment out and used without cleaning the items and putting them away. He gathered the box of metal anchors, which were little more than glorified metal butt plugs. They did the job, but they weren’t what they’d been advertised as either. He hoped he would remember that fact when he helped Baron do the ordering for the sex shop next time. One good thing about owning a sex shop, they could actually recommend items they’d used and liked. It was one of the great perks for owning a business that was picketed every few months by the Bible Thumpers that wore their religion in daylight hours, and snuck into the shop after dark to purchase everything from sex manuals, to full out hardcore foot long dildos and leather whips.

  He washed the metal plugs and dried them before placing them back in the box and putting them away. The restraints they’d used were in good shape and he put them aside to oil later. The whip he’d used was fine and good to stripe her ass again. He put everything neatly away and wiped down the padded beam and mat. When everything was back to order, he went into the shower and washed the scent of Amy’s sex from his flesh. He had to take his cock in hand and wring its neck, because thoughts of watching her crawl over him, daring him to stop her from sliding her pink flesh over his and demanding he let her take him her way made his prick hard. He was an equal opportunity fucker. If she liked riding, he was down with that occasionally. He shot his load down the drain with the soap bubbles and rinsed off.

  Chapter Nine

  Amy came awake with a heavy weight lying over her ankles. She was on her stomach, and drool was still wet on her cheek when she turned her head to see what was holding her legs down. Melvin was staring at her with his tongue hanging from the side of his mouth, and when he saw her watching him, he stood and stretched. She rolled over and looked at her surroundings. There was still fluffy pillow stuffing all over the room. That probably explained Melvin’s presence. If she remembered correctly, Melvin was under a dog crate sentence for his hissy fit, and staying out of sight.

  She realized that she was naked under the sheet, and wondered if she could pilfer a t-shirt or something to cover her bare body. She went to the only other piece of furniture in the room. The lowboy had a mirror that was dusty and looked like it was never cleaned. She avoided looking at her reflection, knowing that her hair would be a tangled mess. She was a bit sore in spots that had been forgotten over time, and had to smile when she remembered last night’s activities. Well, the good parts of the evening after they’d come here to Baron’s home anyway.

  She opened the top two drawers and found several pairs of jeans and sweats. The small drawer held men’s boxers, most of them still had the tags on them. She chose a dark green pair, and found a drawer stuffed full of t-shirts. The first one had the typical picture of a pig sitting back on the seat of a hog. The second shirt has a caricature of a naked woman with huge breasts that were barely covered with a string type of bikini. She ended up taking a white wife beater that appeared to be way too small for either man. It was new, and she was happy that she’d found something to cover her naked body.

  She explored the house on her way to the kitchen, why the man had four bedrooms, she had no idea. Two of the rooms were empty, and there was a guest bath between the rooms, with a door leading into each bedroom. Counting the master bath, there were three full baths, not counting the one in the basement. So much for the dirty, greasy biker persona, she had found his kryptonite. He had a thing for bathrooms. The knowledge made her giggle. He probably had a perfectly good reason for having a four bedroom, four bath house in the middle of a forested front yard, and a beautiful yard in the back. This place should have been filled with screaming kids and laundry hanging on a line in the sunshine.

  The kitchen was large with long countertops and modern appliances. Looking around the house, she could see there was a bare minimum of furnishings, and the place could use a serious cleaning. The kitchen had a toaster and coffee maker on the counter, along with a bag of dog kibble and an overflowing trash can. She checked the fridge and found a half gallon of milk, two green hairy bagels, and an egg carton with two eggs inside. Two shelves of the space were filled with beer, and a bottle of whiskey. The freezer held four cardboard pizzas, ice cubes, a box of popsicles, and toaster pastries. Melvin left her by way of his own door, presumably to take care of his doggy duties.

  The coffee in the pot was cold and rank, so she rinsed out the pot and brewed a new one. She helped herself to the toaster pastries and enjoyed the sweet breakfast while looking out into the backyard. The squirrels and rabbits didn’t seem to worry about Melvin as he sniffed out his favorite spots.

  The sink load of plastic forks and plates took her a half an hour to wash and dry. Since the cupboards were practically empty of serving ware, she stuck the clean items in the cupboard closest to the sink, and looked around for something new to do. It didn’t surprise her that she had been left behind when the men left this morning, in fact she hadn�
��t even heard them leave. Her peek out of the kitchen window into the carport, showed the bikes were gone, so she assumed they must have left very early, since it was eight thirty now.

  By noon, she had dusted, swept the bedroom, bathrooms, and kitchen. She was saving the hardwood floors to do in the afternoon. Melvin kept her company by following her around and lying on the floor surfaces that she’d just swept. She figured he was marking his territory without hiking his leg or peeing on anything in the house. Her purse was missing, and with that so was her phone, leaving her no means of communicating with anyone if she had a friend to call anyway. She watched the talk show host telling a couple that they were lousy parents, and she had to agree with his assessment. The parents were lousy. Their four children lived with the grandparents and were divided between the two families, shuttled between them in turns on opposite weeks. It was so depressing she cried along with the six year old that didn’t understand why mommy and daddy didn’t want her and her siblings. Because they are selfish bastards that only want to have a good time, their poor old parents don’t need to have a retirement and decent life as they grow old, hell no, they can raise your lazy ass’s kids. She turned the TV off and got to work on the floors.

  At four, she was as done as she could get, given the lack of cleaning supplies and the last load of bedding was in the dryer. There was a stack of men’s t-shirts and jeans on the dresser, and the towels had been put away in the hall closet. The whore's bath she’d taken to rinse off the sweat from her labors had rejuvenated her and she wanted to explore outside, but the only foot protection she had were those fuck me boots and they weren’t designed to walk around in grass and dirt in.

  She swiped a pillow from the only other bedroom that had a bed, to replace the one that Melvin took apart last night, and the little beast appeared to be grinning as she slipped a clean pillowcase over it. “If you rip another pillow up I am not going to clean the mess, Melvin, you were a bad boy.” He didn’t seem to be upset that she was threatening him. In fact, he barked and headed for the kitchen, ran through his door and took off down the driveway.

  Within minutes, she heard the rumble of a motorcycle, and knew he must have heard Baron pulling into the driveway. She watched as the bike pulled into the carport, and the biker dismounted. It wasn’t Baron. In fact she had never seen this man before. He was an older man with a long grey ponytail, wraparound shades, and he appeared to be one walking mass of tattoos. He walked around outside of the house, and she was scared shitless that he would break in. She couldn’t call the cops, she couldn’t call Baron or Gunner. If he decided to come inside to steal something, she was a sitting duck. When he walked back into the carport, she ran into Baron’s bedroom and yanked the long sleeved denim jacket from the inside of the closet where she’d put it earlier. She tried to be as quiet as possible when she raised the window and pushed the screen out. She heard breaking glass, and stopped trying to be delicate. Her ass was through the window and she was pulling it back down as low as she could from the outside, so he wouldn’t know she’d left from the room. Hopefully, he would have no idea that someone had been in the house. She ran for the trees and tried to keep as low as possible. He must not have clued in on her presence, because there had been no bullets or running feet chasing her. Her feet were paying the price for the lack of footwear, but adrenalin kept her from stopping to nurse them. Until she got deep enough into the woods to hide, she would keep moving.

  The scent of smoke filled the air and she heard the roar of several other bikes coming from behind her at the house. She sat behind a thick trunked tree and tried to catch her breath.

  *****

  Baron saw Melvin on the side of the road. He’d just started to pull into the driveway at the club when he spied the little dog lying on his belly three feet off the pavement. What the fuck? Melvin had been left with Stretch, back at the house. Someone must have gone over there and brought her back here. Someone was going to get their asses kicked. Why poor Mel was outside of the compound was another mystery. If one of those dumb fucks had let him out of the gate, they would be paying with their front teeth.

  Melvin was breathing, but the little guy couldn’t stand worth a shit. Baron picked him up and set him between his thighs for the ride into the club’s grounds. He parked his bike and carried Mel inside. His boot kicked the door open, and he started yelling. “I want the motherfucker that left Melvin outside of the gates, and I want his ass in front of me fucking now.” Several heads turned his way, but no one volunteered themselves to know anything either.

  Myrtle looked at Melvin and rushed around from behind the bar. “Where did you find him? As far as I know, no one has been here most of the day, not since this morning when a greybeard Nomad came through here by the name of Bruin. I’ve never seen him before, but he wears a cut covered in patches. One of them was an original, and I noticed a 1%. He has more tats than most of the guys here together, and drives a fatboy. He is one scary bastard, Baron. His eyes are dead, you know what I mean? Everybody is at the day jobs or sleeping before noon, you know that.” She took Melvin behind the bar and set a dish of water down by his muzzle. It didn’t take much to get him to drink. She had to take the water away when he lapped up almost half of it without stopping.

  “He wanted to know who the new Prez is, and where to find you. I gave him your cell number, he sucked some suds, and left within the hour, I’d say it was close to noon.”

  He had no idea who the brother was. Nomads were usually younger than a man the age that Myrtle was describing. And an original 1% was hard to find still roaming without a companion and a feeding tube. If he was from the mother club in Ohio, that might explain it. Those men were flat out road warriors. They were tough bastards that believed in the club, and not much else. His old man had been an original, and so was Gunner’s dad. He’d met Beast twice, and if the man wasn’t doing life in San Quentin, Myrtle could have been describing him. Fuck it, he wanted to make sure Mel was all right, and collect Stretch. He’d been thinking about that soft skin all day and wanted to taste her this time. Gunner was supposed to be bringing food to the crib, and they planned to have a heart to heart with their houseguest.

  “Where’s Amy? I left her and Mel at the house this morning.” He didn’t like the look of confusion that he was seeing on Myrtle’s face. “What?”

  “I have been here all day, Amy isn’t here.”

  He stood still for minute to take in what she was saying. Melvin lifted his head and gave him a tired look. The little fucker had run what, five miles to get help? Telling himself to hang on, this isn’t some damn Lassie episode, did no good. The more he stared at Melvin and looked at his paws, the more convinced he became. He’d left Amy alone, with no phone, and no wheels, thinking she wouldn’t be able to do something stupid, like go back to her apartment. Fuck.

  He saw Leech and Preacher playing poker with those two knuckleheads, Gator and Barney. “Mount up, ladies, it looks like we’re going dancing.” He bent down to give Mel a scratch on his head. “You did good, Mel.”

  He walked out the door with the four men on his heels. Burger decided he needed to take a ride, and kicked the chair Skids was sleeping in. “Let’s go, Baron has a party going, we won’t want to miss that.”

  *****

  Bruin watched the kid that was supposed to be his pride and joy, sucking on a fuckin’ crack pipe, while his handler, Reeker, sat next to him trying to convince him that the new Prez named Baron was jealous and unfairly stripped him of his place in the Breed.

  Bruin had been through the house, and the pole barn. He didn’t see as much as a roach, let alone any evidence the man was manufacturing Meth and had intentionally hooked his son on the stuff. The call from David’s mother telling him the boy needed help, and that he was totally out of control, even to the point of saying her daughter was in danger from the boy and the men he was with. That was some messed up shit. She was right about one thing. The company he was keeping was dogshit. He hadn’t decided whether
to kill the kid or not, but the fucker that he called his President, Reeker, was John Doe.

  They were sitting in the backyard at Baron’s place. Bruin told the seven scrawny followers of John Doe, to keep their asses outside, and he stayed with them. When this Baron got home, they were going to sit down and have a talk.

  They had built a small bonfire in the metal ring between the pole barn and the house. When Baron came home, there would be no hiding. Reeker was the only one that tried to hide and ambush the owner, but Bruin warned him that he would frown on such chicken shit action. “Are you a man, or a fuckin’ split tail? You want me to take out this guy, but you want to pussy up and hide? I ain’t no fuckin’ coward, and I won’t line up with anybody that is. You got seven, drug addicted, snot nosed kids that couldn’t find their dicks with both fucking hands, and you. What’s to be afraid of?”

  He got sick of watching his kid sucking on that damn pipe like it was a mother’s titty, and stood up. He walked over to David and knocked the glass cylinder out of the boy’s skinny fingers. The kid was dumb enough to call him a name and got laid out for his troubles. He hadn’t hit him very hard, but it was enough to knock the boy out. He left him where he laid, disgusted with the situation. He walked over to the closest tree and took a leak.

  He turned around and saw Reeker heading for the bikes. Yeah, he was a rat. His aim was true. He hoped Baron had a place nice and obscure to deposit John Doe. He was contemplating just taking out all of the fuckers, and leaving them for the Prez as a gift, while he wiped the blade off on the candy ass’s t-shirt. Unfortunately, David was his only kid. He didn’t love the kid, didn’t even like him. He wasn’t around while the kid grew up, and until his mother called all over hell and back looking for him, he had no idea the boy tried to follow his path. The kid was spoiled, and now he was trying to stay a kid without responsibility, even for himself. From the look of him, he would be dead without intervention within a short period of time anyway. The boy was nothing but skin over bones, with sunken eyes and sores speckling his face. He was driving a piece of shit rat bike with bald fucking tires and no lights.