The Dark Monster (A Full Moon Mercy Novel) (shifter / MC romance)

by Ana W. Fawkes

  He moved at Vince and Vince looked ready to attack Lucas. Part of Lucas wanted it to happen. He’d love to take on Vince right now. Either as men or beasts.

  “She was a rat,” Vince said. “Working for this shithead. And Zayne needs this. He needs that anger and he needs to get it out of his system. He doesn’t need some woman messing with his head. We’ve seen the results when that happens.”

  Lucas knew it was a shot at him, but he let it slide.

  The roar of the motorcycle grew louder and when Lucas looked over his shoulder he saw that it was Zayne coming.

  “Shit,” Lucas said.

  “I’m going to let Zayne have his hunt. Have his kill. Have his revenge. And then it’s done. Then we can focus on the bigger problems.”

  Lucas looked at Vince and saw the callous look in his eyes. This was beyond being at the head of the table. The was more than being President of Full Moon Mercy. Whatever this was, it was eating up Vince from the inside out. He was unstable and almost sick.

  That’s when Lucas thought about it again… he thought about killing Vince.

  If it wasn’t for Zayne speeding toward this scene, Lucas could have done it right now. He could use Mr. K’s gun just like Vince had used the gun to kill Jane. The bullets would splatter Vince’s head everywhere and then Lucas would have his own dark secret to keep forever. He would then be the monster Vince had become. He would the monster son to the father he never had nor wanted, but was now forced to be claimed by.

  Before Lucas was able to make a move, the motorcycle was too close. Lucas turned and saw Zayne coming to a stop. Lucas tried to get to Zayne, but Zayne jumped off his ride when he saw Jane’s body on the ground.

  Mr. K let out a deep cough and put a hand up. “He… he…”

  “What happened?” Zayne screamed.

  “Bro, wait,” Lucas said.

  “He killed her,” Vince said, letting the lie slip easily from his mouth. “This asshole right here killed her.”

  “No,” Zayne said. He dropped to his knees and looked at Jane.

  Part of Lucas thought about telling Zayne he had just met Jane and that there would be other women but Lucas knew better. He had started to fall for Leah the moment he saw her scrambling from some guy’s car because the guy was going to shoot her.

  “I didn’t…,” Mr. K’s voice croaked.

  “Shut up,” Vince said and kicked Mr. K in the ribs.

  That stole the air from Mr. K as he flew around to his back.

  “He killed her,” Zayne whispered. “He said he was going to and he did. He fucking killed Jane.”

  “I’m sorry,” Vince said. He walked to Zayne and touched his shoulder. “I’m sorry, brother. But you know what to do now.”

  Vince offered Zayne a gun. Zayne slowly stood and looked at the gun, then at Vince. Lucas saw the look on Zayne’s face and thought he was going to call Vince out. Maybe it was just Lucas who saw through Vince and all his bullshit routine now. It gave Lucas hope, but that hope floundered a few seconds later.

  “No,” Zayne said. He put his hand to the gun and pushed it away. “No gun.”

  “No gun,” Vince said with a nod. Vince looked at Lucas. “You agree?”

  Lucas looked at Zayne. The guy’s eyes were faded and lost. He needed this kill to relieve himself. That much Lucas could agree with. The setup for the kill, however, was wrong and it put the entire club in danger.

  “I agree,” Lucas said. “This is all yours, Zayne. You need this, bro.”

  Mr. K reached up with both hands. Lucas walked to him and grabbed Mr. K’s hands. He pulled and had the man on his feet a second later. Mr. K was in pain and disoriented. That would be nothing compared to what Zayne was going to do to him.

  Lucas threw Mr. K to the hood of the car and looked back at Zayne.

  Zayne took three steps back and readied himself. He then jumped into the air and began to shift. A brokenhearted and confused man suddenly became an angry and hungry beast. By the time he landed on the hood of the car on top of Mr. K, Zayne was a monster himself. His mouth came down to Mr. K’s chest and tore at his flesh. Mr. K found his voice and screamed, but it was a scream that lasted all of a few seconds before Zayne took a bite of Mr. K’s jaw.

  Lucas stood with his arms crossed and watched Zayne seek out his revenge. Vince walked up to Lucas and put a hand to his shoulder.

  “He needs this, son,” Vince whispered. “You know that.”

  “And she needed it?” Lucas asked with a nod to Jane’s lifeless body.

  “Business, son, business. We’ve gone through enough already.”

  Lucas put a hand to Vince’s and squeezed. “You’re on a fine line, Vince.”

  Zayne looked back at Lucas. His face and fur were covered in blood. His mouth hung open, revealing white teeth almost black from flesh, organs, and blood. Chunks dripped from his mouth to the ground. His eyes were looking more normal though. All that anger and pain was finally being released.

  “I’m heading back,” Lucas said. “I’ve got my own business to take care of.”

  “Like what?” Vince asked.

  “Protecting Leah before she ends up killed.”

  “Remember your position at the table, son.”

  Lucas curled his lip. “You do the same… father…”

  16

  Leah was in the clubhouse right at the bar when Lucas came back. Mandy had gone to retrieve her and told her to sit, have a drink, eat some food, and not live like she was a caged animal. She made it very clear to Leah that while she didn’t necessarily like her, she respected the fact that Lucas chased her to be with him. Leah took it all in and did just what Mandy said to do.

  When the door opened and Lucas came inside, Leah hurried to stand. He rushed to her, scooped her up, and hugged her. There was a smell about Lucas that Leah couldn’t identify, but at least he wasn't covered in blood.

  He took her face into his hands and stared down at her. “To the room. Now.”

  Leah nodded. Lucas normally said my room but this time he said the room.

  Lucas had one of the guys behind the bar get him two beers and then they went to his room. Leah sensed the urgency and before Lucas could close the bedroom door, he twisted the caps off the beer bottles and handed Leah one. He then took a big drink, put it on the nightstand, and touched his leather cut.

  “What is it?” Leah asked.

  “I’m not a father,” Lucas whispered.

  “What?”

  “The baby wasn’t mine.”

  Leah felt her mouth open. She told herself not to look so damn shocked but she couldn’t help it. Her mind instantly replayed everything that happened with Debbie, starting with finding Debbie sitting right there on Lucas’s bed.

  “Lucas…”

  “She’s a stripper and a whore,” Lucas said. “All this time, I thought I knew…”

  “I’m so sorry,” Leah said. She took a few quiet steps toward him, not sure what he would do. She reached and touched Lucas’s wrists. “How did you find out?”

  “Doc knew,” Lucas said. “He called and told us Debbie was having the baby…”

  “She had the baby?”

  “Yes. Last time I was there, the doc attacked me. I just thought it was bullshit feelings he had for Debbie, but it turned out he needed my blood to test something, I don’t know. I’m not that baby’s father. That’s what I do know. All that risking lives… Seth’s death… you being shot…”

  Leah felt Lucas’s body tense. She swallowed hard, imagining the worst. “Did you kill her?”

  “I wanted to,” Lucas said. “But I couldn’t. None of us could. And it’s not out of having a conscious either. It’s because we have to find out who the father is.”

  “Why?”

  Lucas touched Leah’s face again. His other hand slipped around her body to her lower back and pulled her close. Leah felt Lucas’s hardness.

  “Because she fucked someone from another crew,” Lucas said. “That doesn’t happen in my town
.”

  “From another crew,” Leah whispered. “Does that mean… like you…?”

  Lucas nodded. “Yes. The baby is part shifter. Nobody will know whether it could actually shift, at least not for a while. But what is means is that another member of a crew came into our town and fucked a woman knowing damn well what they wanted to happen. And it ties itself to the bodies with the messages on them. That’s why I’ve had you here, Leah. Safe and healing. It’s a war right now out there and the enemy seems to be everywhere.”

  “Lucas, I had no idea,” Leah said. “I wish I could help…”

  “But you can,” Lucas said. He pulled at Leah harder.

  He throbbed and Leah sighed. She could feel what Lucas wanted and needed. She stepped back and away from Lucas. Silence filled the room. Before her was a tall, muscular biker who had the ability to transform his body into a beastly monster. Leah was in love with this man and beast, and the way her body and heart reacted to a simple touch from Lucas proved it again and again.

  Leah touched her pants and with the flick of her wrist, she unbuttoned them. She didn’t take her eyes off Lucas as she slowly pushed her pants down and stepped from them. Her shirt didn’t cover much of her silk panties, which was good, because Leah was in a hurry now to take them off. Lucas’s touch made her aroused. Her panties tried to cling to her body as she stripped them off. When she stood again, she knew Lucas could smell her. His intense senses could pick up on everything her body had to offer. If he flicked his tongue at the air he would probably taste her.

  It made Leah feel wild.

  She was exposed to Lucas now and she felt it was much more than just her body. Slowly, she sat down on the bed. Her toes barely touched the floor as she opened her legs, offering herself to Lucas. Her hands touched the sheets on the bed, her fingers curling tight. Trying to breathe calmly became impossible as the urges running through Leah’s body had to be the same running through Lucas’s. She slowly leaned back a little and her shirt pulled up some more, ensuring Lucas could see all of her bare, glistening sex.

  “Fuck, Leah,” Lucas said.

  “Yes,” Leah said. “Do it. Will you leave your leather on?”

  Lucas smiled. “I think I can do that for you, love.”

  Lucas came to the bed and leaned down. His right hand cut right between Leah’s legs, touching her. The feel of his fingers instantly made her toes curl. Two fingers pressed against her and then were inside her. Fast. Hard. Perfect. Leah thrust her body hard at Lucas, groaning, wanting him deeper.

  With his other hand, Lucas reached up Leah’s shirt, his hand cupping over her bra.

  No… it wasn’t good enough.

  Leah forced herself to sit up. Lucas’s fingers were still deep in her body. Moving applied pressure and made her cry out. When Lucas looked like he was going to move, Leah clamped down on his wrist, her nails digging into him.

  “No,” she said. “Don’t take them away.”

  Leah then hurried to take her own shirt off. She ripped it up and off her head. Lucas swirled his fingers and she jumped. She reached back for the clasp of her bra and missed it once, twice, and finally, on the third try she got it. Her hands and body were shaking with delight already. When she unsnapped her bra, her breasts pushed forward. It felt good, a small sense of relief. Once Leah’s bra hit the floor, she was fully nude before her beautiful and sexy beast. She put her elbows back to the bed, gripped the sheets again, and watched as the biker lumbered over her.

  Lucas touched one of her breasts with his free hand, cupping underneath, letting his thumb flick her sensitive nipple. Each time he did so, Leah’s body jumped, making Lucas’s fingers feel deeper inside her.

  “Come here,” Lucas whispered as he put his head to Leah’s.

  His hand moved from Leah’s breast to the back of her neck. He pulled and Leah instinctively wrapped her legs around his body. Lucas stood, lifting Leah up off the bed. She touched his shoulders, sliding her hands under his leather cut. She locked her ankles and felt her body tingling everywhere, waiting.

  “Hang on tight,” Lucas said with a grin.

  “What are you…”

  Leah heard the familiar sound of a zipper and she shivered. Her breasts and body ached as her hands gripped tighter to Lucas’s shoulders. Her knees bent and muscles tensed as she thrust at Lucas, wanting him.

  “Easy,” Lucas whispered.

  Leah could feel Lucas’s hand right near her body as he pulled himself from his jeans. Then came the amazing shock as Lucas placed the tip of his cock to her hole, ready to have her. Leah felt her body tighten, which may have been a good thing, her body’s only way to perhaps reciprocate Lucas’s seduction.

  Lucas cupped Leah’s ass and gently lowered her as he thrust up. What resulted was a feeling of intense pressure and pleasure Leah never felt before. She had no control of her body yet she felt everything Lucas had to offer her. She sank down on his hardness as he filled her. Then he held Leah in place as he stared at her. His lip curled with defiance, silently making Leah know that she was his.

  Feeling him throb inside her body made Leah’s toes curl and brought her to the edge of climax already. Lucas then bent forward and gently placed Leah on the bed. He slowly pulled out of her body and thrust forward, just once, and that was all Leah could handle. She pulled at Lucas’s shoulders and came forward, her entire body tightening and bending. Leah found her mouth at Lucas’s neck and she kissed him, moaning and whimpering as she came.

  Lucas let out a hiss and put his head down, forcing Leah’s lips off his grungy neck and onto his own lips. When they touched, Leah opened her mouth. She had to taste Lucas. She had to feel his tongue inside her mouth. They kissed deeply and hard. When Leah’s body attempted to relax, Lucas pulled back and thrust again, engaging her core. He then climbed on the bed and began to have Leah. The entire time Leah never unlocked her legs. She couldn’t let Lucas go and she couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his body slamming itself in and out of her.

  The sex was intense, the pleasure overflowing, and their kiss was messy and hot. Leah held Lucas’s shoulders tight and thrust at him with the same motion he offered his body to her. There were a few times Leah thought the bed was going to break. Her breasts pressed to Lucas’s leather cut. As they moved at each other, Leah felt her breasts and nipples rubbing against the leather and patches on the cut. They tickled, they scratched, and they turned her on even more.

  Finally, with a hard thrust and a held kiss that seemed it would last forever, Lucas began to come. This time Leah felt him thicken and release in her body, leaving her lips quivering with Lucas’s lips tight to hers. That’s when she unlocked her ankles from around Lucas’s body. She let go of his shoulders too. She was flat on the bed, her stomach rising and lowering with speed as she tried to catch her breath. Lucas had fists on the bed, hovering over her body. Leah looked down and watched at Lucas slipped out of her body. He was still thick, throbbing, shining with the results of their sex.

  It made her want him again.

  “You feel okay?” Lucas asked.

  “Yes, why?”

  He smiled and nodded down. “Your… tits…”

  Leah looked down and saw her nipples and breasts. They were raw and red from rubbing so hard and fast against Lucas’s leather cut. Her nipples were still thick, hard nubs.

  “I’ll take care of that,” Lucas said.

  He moved faster than Leah’s mind could comprehend. He suckled her left breast gently. The warmth of his mouth felt so damn good. The flick of his tongue, circling around her nipple made Leah tingle right down to her toes and back up. Lucas then repeated the same thing to the other breast and when he came up for air again, he winked at Leah. She gushed and wasn’t sure if she had just come again or not because the way her body felt; it was an endless pleasure filled kind of feeling.

  “We have to talk,” Lucas whispered.

  He slithered from the bed and stood. Leah watched as Lucas tucked himself away. He then reached down for
her again and lifted her with ease. Lucas moved Leah to the top of the bed, making sure she was comfortable. Leah was perfectly comfortable with Lucas just holding her.

  “Can I get dressed?” Leah asked.

  “There’s no point in that,” Lucas said. He smiled and Leah felt her entire body turn red.

  Lucas sat on the bed next to her, one leg up, looking deadly and cool. He reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette and lit it. He grabbed his beer bottle and stared straight ahead for a few seconds before talking.

  “There’s something I think I have to do,” he said. “I should take it to vote but I don’t think I can, Leah.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “That means I would be betraying all my brothers.” He looked at Leah. “But what if it was for the best of the club?”

  “Can you tell me what it is?”

  “Soon,” Lucas said. He took a drag and a drink. “Zayne has been through hell and back because of all this shit going. And now the baby isn’t even mine. The hope of the bloodline for Full Moon Mercy, gone. That doesn’t bother me as much as it bothers Vince. I think he’s losing his mind.”

  “Vince?”

  Lucas nodded. “He killed Zayne’s friend and told Zayne it was someone else.”

  “Holy shit.” Leah shivered. She always feared Vince. Something about his commanding eyes and untrusting look on his face.

  “The car you almost shot at…,” Lucas said with a smile.

  “Yeah?”

  “The man in that car was trying to collect on some debts for Debbie. Drugs and other shit. He thought he could hustle us. There was a woman with him and Zayne took to her.”

  “No…”

  “Vince killed the woman right before Zayne showed up. He then sent Zayne to the man for revenge.”

  “What did you do?”

  Lucas looked straight ahead. Leah watched as his face dropped. “I did the right thing. But it sure as hell feels wrong.”

  “Which means?”

  “I did nothing. The woman was trying to hurt the club. Did she deserve to die? No. But Vince is President. Vince is like my father now. Hard to defy him. And Zayne needed the kill. He needed an angry kill to calm himself.”