“Trucks approaching!”
The warning came quick and sudden and had the remaining bikers scrambling. North ordered more men on the roofs to take up defensive positions. Allis had been with the women inside the clubhouse when guns had suddenly appeared for those who wanted them and, without blinking an eye, she’d accepted one. Tina had hesitated, but after a moment, she’d given in, and had given Allis a five-minute tutorial on loading a magazine and how to handle it safely.
When the warning of approaching trucks came, Allis knew who it was and why they were coming. She ran out of the house. She’d be damned if she would hide while Givon and North were fighting her battle. No one noticed her. Everyone focused on the men facing down the approaching Tribe.
The gate opened, and her heart stopped when she saw Givon and North out in front, guns drawn and pointed at the swarm of trucks bearing down on them. How they could be so brave, so calm, facing down dozens of barrels, she would never know.
“Sheriff Halloran,” Daniel Two Feathers called out. He stood on the back of a pickup like was some type of king. “You and I are the same. Why do you stand with these dirty bikers?”
“Don’t ever say you and I are the same,” Givon replied. “These bikers are a helluva lot more honorable than you are. I’d rather stand with them than next to scum. Now, I’m going to give you one chance to surrender.”
Daniel laughed. “You hear that, brothers? This white man is going to let us surrender. He will take our freedom, our pride, just like every other white man out there.”
Murmured agreements ran among the Tribe members.
“We have no beef with you,” Daniel continued casually. “We consider the stain on our honor settled. Just give us the Crow bitch.”
“Never!” North snarled.
“You’ll have to shoot me,” Givon told Daniel. “I’m an officer of the law. Killing me is a capital offense.”
“Did you forget I’m one as well?” Daniel taunted.
“A massacre by your hands can’t be covered up and it won’t be overlooked,” Givon warned. “There aren’t any laws, not even tribal, that’ll protect you or your followers.”
The sound of motorcycles could be heard in the distance, the motors gunning hard. Daniel briefly turned his head.
Allis saw dozens of single headlights approaching.
“And now our backup has arrived,” North stated, his gun never wavering. “You’re trapped between us.”
“You don’t want a bloodbath,” Daniel said, although he didn’t sound as sure as he had just a moment before. “You can’t possibly kill all of us.”
“I don’t have to kill all of you,” North said. “I just have to kill you.”
There was another moment of hesitation, then Daniel gave the order for his tribe to leave. Allis’ shoulders slumped, relief pouring through her until his parting remark.
“This isn’t over,” Daniel warned.
No, it wasn’t over. And it would never be over until Daniel had what he wanted—or if he was dead. She watched as the Tribe turned their trucks around and hightailed it away, just as the motorcycles arrived. Whatever notion she might have had about bikers and motorcycle clubs had been smashed as she watched the men gather around North and Givon, lending their support and vowing their solidarity. They were even patting Givon on the back and greeting him with open arms.
“We should go after them,” she heard North mutter.
Her heart stuttered at the thought of them chasing after the danger.
“You go after them and the self-defense plea won’t work,” Givon reminded him.
His words echoed in her brain. She could learn a lot from them. Both were strong, but one acted with conviction and one acted with control. She’d run from Daniel when she should have stood her ground and fate had stepped in, halting her scared dash. Now she had a chance to be strong. To make the right choice. The controlled one.
She turned and headed back into the clubhouse, passing by the women to march up the stairs. In the room, she stashed the gun in the bottom dresser drawer and lay down, staring out of the window. Tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She had a lot of things to think over.
* * * *
Givon and North came to her hours later, after her hands had stopped shaking and after her tears had dried up. She opened her arms and they swept her up, their desires obvious but she wanted them just as much. She fell to her knees and helped them undress. As soon as their jeans and briefs were down, she took a cock in each hand, going and back and forth to suck and pump each shaft. She hollowed her cheeks and allowed each man’s cock to go further, deeper, letting her throat muscles relax. She wasn’t able to deep throat either of them for a long period of time, so each took turns pumping into her face.
“Touch my balls, babe,” North pleaded.
When she engulfed them with her mouth, his body jerked like an electrical current had run through it.
“Christ!”
She went to do the same to Givon, but she pulled back and looked up at each man. “I want to belong to both of you,” she said. “I want to be yours—in all ways.”
Givon cupped her face. His green eyes were heavy with barely suppressed passion. “Are you sure? Are you ready for us?”
She nodded and he helped her off her knees. They undressed her, taking their time and teasing her with their mouths just as she had teased them. Each kiss, each lick, only made her pussy wetter with hunger.
Behind her, North ran one hand over the curve of her bottom, down the back of her thighs then up between them, to touch her intimately. He rubbed her anus then pressed in just a little. Not enough to hurt but the pressure made her squirm, allowing his fingers to slide along her slit. He rubbed feathery strokes that soon heated her blood and caused her juices to run. Now slick, he pressed his fingers inward. One finger bent to rub along the back wall of her pussy. He found her clit and played with it. In and out, he used his fingers to heighten her pleasure.
“You’re so wet,” North groaned. “Feel how wet she is, Giv.”
Givon teased down her stomach and slid through her curls. When he found her slit, he let his middle finger dive into her warmth.
“So beautiful,” Givon replied. “I want to fuck this pussy. Would you like that, Allis? Would you like my cock buried in your tight little cunt while North discovers the delights of your ass?”
She panted, the images turning her on and yet a small amount of fear still lingered.
“I’ve never had anal sex,” she said. “Will it hurt?”
“It’ll burn, but in a good way,” North told her. “Relax and trust us.”
“I do,” she said.
Givon dropped to his knees to kiss her belly button then licked his way south until he reached the apex of her thighs. He nudged them apart and a second later, he was licking her and sucking on her clit. He pushed one finger into her wet pussy then began thrusting, back and forth, driving her out of her mind.
“I want you to come on my fingers,” he murmured. He blew on her core. “Come all over. Get nice and wet for my cock.”
She let the climax wash over her and steal her breath.
“Oh, yes, babe,” North said from behind her.
A moment later, Givon turned her to allow North a little play time. At the first swipe of his tongue over her anus, she squealed a little and she wasn’t sure if she should feel grossed out or not, but North was relentless. He licked her again and again, even using her pussy juice to coat his fingers as they penetrated her tight ring. She knew he was preparing her, opening her up for his full penetration, but she couldn’t seem to get past his initial exploration. After a moment, she moved, adjusting to the odd sensation. Slowly he added another digit, widening her, and the burning thrust took her breath away.
“Oh!” she groaned. “It does burn!”
“Relax,” North murmured in her ear. “I have to stretch you. Just give it a moment and relax. That’s it. Relax your muscles.”
She d
id the best she could and once his finger was inside, he gently and carefully began to do as he’d said. Givon resumed his own ministrations, playing with her clit and licking her nipples. It didn’t take long for her body to begin the climb toward fulfillment. As soon as she began bucking her hips for more, they withdrew. She protested but then heard the rip of condom wrappers and her body tingled with anticipation. The men lifted her up. Givon lay on the bed and he dragged her legs across his waist to straddle him. She opened her eyes and locked gazes with him as she slowly lowered onto his cock.
He filled her, his thickness stretching every inch inside her. He allowed her a moment to get used to him before he held onto her hips as he thrust into her body.
North pushed her forward until she lay on Givon, her breasts flattened on his chest. He moved into position behind her and gripped her hips. As he slowly teased her other hole with the tip of his cock, Givon reached between them to rub her clit. The burning returned and Allis held her breath, unsure if she was enjoying the new sensation. But just as she thought she wanted to stop, Givon pulled out of her a little to give North more room. Pleasure and pain mingled together and a second later, North’s cock popped through the tight ring to slide home.
Allis gasped, unable to believe the feeling of total consummation. She had thought being filled with just Givon was amazing, but this was beyond words—beyond anything she could have ever imagined.
North’s breath tickled the back of her neck as he held her hips still.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” North said. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sandwiched between us.”
“I don’t know how long I can last, North,” Givon said through clenched teeth. “She’s gripping my cock so tightly.”
“Please,” she pleaded, unable to contain how her body squirmed for more. “Please, more.”
Givon thrusted and North followed the rhythm. They moved as one, so in tune with each other. She bounced between them, resting her hands on Givon’s shoulders. Sweat rolled off their bodies, their breaths mingled together. They moved in tandem, as one went in the other pulled out, like a well-oiled machine, and Allis knew they were spiraling together. She never thought she would love anal sex so much, but this was far beyond that. They were one, connected—three heartbeats thundering together.
“Oh, yes,” North breathed. “Oh hell, yes!”
North’s cock swelled in her ass just before he groaned and found his release. His cock pulsated as he poured his cum into the latex barrier and she wished she could see what he looked like. When he was finished, he leaned and rested his head against her back for a moment before extracting his softening member.
Givon began thrusting harder, guiding her up and down on him, his gaze locked with hers. The pressure started to build again, little by little until he didn’t need to move her at all.
“Yes,” he ground out, pumping his hips. “I’m coming!”
“Givon!” she cried out and her climax burst upon her. Her muscles seized, her body quaked and euphoria claimed her.
She collapsed and he cradled her quivering body. North wrapped his arms around her from behind and shifted her until they all three lay on their sides, sated.
* * * *
Allis lay awake, thinking about everything that had happened. She’d never had anything to fight for, anything that she wanted to fight for. She had spent her life either hiding or cowering and the one time she’d tried to better her life, she’d ended up a target on a madman’s list. But the club had been willing to kill to protect them, because North was part of them, and she was part of North.
She was now a part of something.
Something worth killing for.
Something worth dying for.
Something worth protecting.
It was time she stopped running. She had a family now, albeit an odd one. She never thought she’d consider bikers her family and friends but they’d stepped in to help her when they hadn’t even know her. They’d accepted her.
Now, she had to prove she was worthy of their protection. Prove that she was worthy of being North’s old lady. For the first time in her life, she found something to fight for.
For North.
For Givon.
For the Red Wolves.
For a future and a home with them.
It was near dawn when Allis rose from the bed and silently, carefully, dressed. She withdrew the gun from the dresser and the keys to Givon’s SUV before opening the door. She took one last look and blew them a kiss, hoping that she would be able to see them again, then closed the door softly behind her.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Allis saw two guards standing guard over the compound. The bikers were big and menacing and she had the sinking feeling they might not let her leave. One watched her curiously, as she unlocked Givon’s SUV.
“So where do you think you’re going?”
She jumped at the question and spun around, her heart pounding with fright. Pistol Pete stood there, hands on his hips. His gaze cut to the gun she clutched in her hands.
“You’ve got to open that gate,” she said instead of answering him.
“We almost had a showdown—all for you—and now you’re going to walk away?”
“Actually, you almost had a showdown for North,” she corrected.
“You’re his old lady.”
“And the role of a woman in a club is to shut up and support her man, right? Look the other way. Let him protect her.”
“Damn straight.”
“But I have a plan, Pete.”
He cocked his head. “What kind of plan?”
“The Tribe is a snake and there’s only one way to kill a snake.”
“Cut off its head.”
She nodded. “And to lure one out, you need bait.”
A frown settled between his eyes. “You’re not going out there alone.”
“I have to go alone,” she insisted. “This isn’t a war the Wolves should fight.”
“Are you suggesting the Wolves can’t handle a war?”
“That’s not what I’m saying! You made peace with the Demon Devils to prevent a turf war where people in Destiny could be hurt. I’m trying to prevent the same thing.”
“This is hardly the same thing,” Pete said. “Your house was shot up. They’ve already declared war.”
They studied each other for a long moment. She was getting frustrated and ran a hand through her long hair.
“Do you like Givon?” she asked abruptly.
The question clearly surprised him. “He’s decent, I suppose. Hell, truth be told, he shocked me, standing up for the club like he did.”
“They’re my men,” she admitted. Pete cocked his head. “Both of them. And if I’m going to be part of this club then I have a right to defend it. I brought this to the club’s doorstep and I have an idea on how to solve this problem. But I need to get out of here.”
“North will knock the shit out of me if I let you go.”
“You can say I held you at gun point.”
He chuckled at that, but his mirth died quickly. Silence stretched between them. “Will this idea of yours get you killed?”
Her stomach bottomed out a little at the thought. She wanted to say no but the truth was that Daniel was unpredictable. He would either shoot her on sight or toy with her. She was hoping for the later.
“I see,” he said quietly. “If you die, North and Givon will never recover. And I’ll probably die a slow agonizing death by both of them.”
“I’m not going to die,” she vowed. “I’ve got too much to live for. Please, Pete. I have to do this now because I’ll lose the edge if I don’t. Daniel is too focused on revenge to realize he could be out played.”
Pete sighed. He looked over her head, thinking. “Don’t you dare fucking die. You hear me?”
Tears of relief clogged her throat so she nodded instead of answering.
“Reports say the Tribe has been spotted at Bull Lake,” he told her. “There’re lots of
hunting and fishing cabins around there.”
He turned to walk to the gate and she jumped into the SUV, waiting until the barricade was open before starting the engine. She pressed on the gas, careful not to hurry too much and cause any unnecessary noise. Once she was away from the safety of the compound and away from the loving embrace of the two men who meant everything to her, she stepped on the gas.
* * * *
Something woke up North and he lay there for a moment, trying to figure out what it was. Dawn was just about to break and he blinked, realizing he was back at the clubhouse. Only he wasn’t alone in bed. He sat up abruptly and saw that Givon lay on his stomach, one arm hanging off the bed, since it wasn’t big enough for both of them.
No Allis.
Dread washed through him, a sense of foreboding so strong it made his heart stutter and he reached over and shook Givon, hard.
“What?” Givon sleepily muttered.
“Allis is gone.”
Before he even finished the sentence, Givon jumped up and opened the bathroom door. She wasn’t there. He grabbed his clothes and paused.
“My keys are gone,” he said.
North got up and they both dressed quickly, not saying anything. All North kept thinking was that he hoped she wasn’t foolish enough to confront Daniel Two Feathers by herself. Seconds later, he marched downstairs, Givon hot on his heels. People were lying everywhere, sleeping, but he ignored them all as he stormed outside.
“Shit!” Givon muttered. “My SUV is gone.”
“Pete!” North yelled.
A second later, Pistol Pete walked from one of the garages, wiping his hands on a rag.
“Where is she?” His heart sank when Pete braced himself.
“She left.”
North hauled back and decked the man. Pete fell hard to the ground and North grabbed him by his leather cut and yanked him back on his feet.
“What’s going on?” Charlie asked as he jogged up to them.
Givon frowned. “What are you still doing here?”
“I wasn’t going to leave you to face the Tribe alone,” Charlie said. “What’s happened?”
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