TWISTED MAYHEM (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Four) (Devil Call MC Talon & Everly 4)

by Ana W. Fawkes

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  TWISTED MAYHEM (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Four)

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  'Getting in too deep' was never an option for Talon... until he met Everly. She's shaking up the entire world he's created, but he is unaware that there are secrets behind her lust filled eyes.

  Another Devil Call MC member’s life is on the line and Talon sees it as his chance to finally get revenge and earn the club's respect back.

  When Talon starts to make dangerous promises to another woman, Everly begins to make promises of her own... to someone who can tear the MC apart... once and for all.

  1.

  (Everly)

  His hands moved down my shoulders, trailing my arms. He touched my waist, slipping around to my belly. One hand went down, the other went up. His hand was big enough to grab at both my bare breasts. Fingertips digging into my flesh, he then quickly sought out for my nipples. His other hand rushed down, touching smooth skin, cutting between my folds, seeking out my darkest desire. One finger, two fingers, he plunged into me.

  It was finally going to happen.

  About fucking time.

  I turned my head and looked up at Layne. His beautiful eyes were wildly on fire as he stared at me. The corner of his mouth started to curl as he dug deeper with his fingers. He pulled me back to him, tighter, and I opened my legs as much as I could. It started to hurt a little with him touching me like he did, but I liked it. I had been waiting for it for such a long time.

  When he took his fingers from my sex, he ran them up my stomach, leaving a trail of my own wetness. I was glistening like a diamond in the sun.

  Layne brought both hands down to my ass. He cupped my cheeks and spread me. A finger began to explore, touching, pressing, the pressure stealing my breath. I leaned forward and touched the bed, my hands shaking. I was exposed to him, for him, to do whatever the hell he wanted to me. His fingers kept exploring, fighting tightness, sending shaking pleasure throughout my entire body.

  I felt something touch against my lower back and it made me shiver. I looked back and saw Layne’s cock resting against my body. He was so long, so thick, the tip of his erection already dripping. Layne brought one of his massive hands down to his dick and began to rub the top of his shaft. I hurried to rock back at him, thrusting my hips, feeling the bottom of his shaft sliding against my skin.

  “Holy fuck,” I whispered. “It’s so fucking big.”

  “Yeah,” Layne growled. “I’m going to bury this cock in you. You’ll never think about fucking anyone else.”

  Layne then took his hands and cock from my body. I watched him bring his hand back and before I could even think, his hand connected with my bare ass. The thundering crack sent painful chills up my back. I bit at the covers, moaning in pain, but my pussy was still wet and quivering for him.

  He placed both hands to my ass and pushed forward, tossing me to the bed. He rolled me to my back, and when I looked at him, he was completely naked.

  How the hell did he do that? How did he undress so fast?

  His body was big, strong, the muscle a symbol of his protection. He climbed up on top of me and quickly went to work. His fingers back between my legs. Touching, pressing, making circles. I didn’t need any help getting wet for him. I didn’t need any help to be ready either. There was only one way to do this.

  Just fuck me.

  Hurry, Layne, and fuck me.

  Layne’s face was just inches from mine. “You’ll never be touched again, Everly.”

  I nodded. I didn’t care what he had to say. Just say it and then fuck me. Fuck me.

  “Your pussy will never want another cock,” he said. “It’ll be me and nobody else. Ever again.”

  I knew he was trying to hint around at Talon but didn’t want to say his name. He didn’t want to bring him into this. That was fine by me. I knew what I wanted.

  Layne got up on his knees and flopped his heavy cock down to my body. It slapped against my belly, his thick tip resting at my belly button. Slowly, he slid himself down and around. The head of his cock touched my clit and made me jump. He spread my folds open, again, and then thrust.

  I gasped and crunched forward. I tried reaching for Layne but couldn’t get him. I couldn’t fucking reach him. I wanted to hold his muscle while he fucked me.

  He thrust again, breaking me open. I growled and wanted more, wanting my body to accept him easier. But I was too tight for what he had to offer. I hurried and grabbed my legs. I pulled them back and spread myself.

  “Hurry,” I pleaded. “Make me feel it, Layne.”

  “You want it,” Layne said. He put his hands to mine and leaned forward. My muscles ached as they were stretched to the max. “Then you fucking got it.”

  Layne came at me hard. His cock ripped me open wider than I’d ever been. He sank so deep, I couldn’t breathe. He pulled back and thrust. Again… again… again… oh, fucking Layne, again…

  My eyes opened and I was shaking. My heart pounded so hard in my chest, I couldn’t breathe. The room started to spin and I shut my eyes. Slowly, I slid my feet along the bed, bringing my legs down, trying to relax. My panties were pulled so tight against my sex, it was uncomfortable. My hands were on my knees. I moved them away and lifted the sheets. I opened my eyes and looked down at myself. I was in a black t-shirt - one of Talon’s shirts - and a pair of black panties. The smell of my own desire flooded my senses and I bit my lip.

  It was easily the most intense dream I ever had. Maybe it wasn’t the first time there were flickers of a dream between Layne and I fucking each other, but it was never like that before. Never that intense.

  I couldn’t stop imagining the size of Layne’s cock. It was a dream and I knew it was impossible for anything to really be that big. And for Layne to be that aggressive just seemed wrong. Unless that’s how he was in bed.

  My brain was left stirred up because of a damn dream.

  I looked to my left and the rest of the bed was empty. I let out a sigh of relief. I had no idea if I was talking in my sleep. I knew exactly what I had said in the dream though… Hurry. Make me feel it, Layne.

  If I had announced that out loud, while sleeping, and Talon heard it, it would have caused another war between him and Layne. Bad enough they were still at opposite ends of the world. And the more truth I gathered, the more confusing it all became.

  I had Talon’s confession of murdering Layne’s girlfriend in my heart. I had the reasons why Talon did it, and I wasn’t sure how much I accepted them. Layne had yet to talk to me about it, and all I knew was that if I spoke his deceased girlfriend’s name - Anneliese - he would kiss me.

  It was a giant fucking mess.

  And to top it all off, Detective John confessed a secret to me. He was Talon’s father.

  The bathroom door flew open and Talon came walking out. I hurried and closed my eyes. Was I really going to pretend to be asleep right now? That almost felt
worse than having a wild wet dream about Layne fucking me.

  When Talon had his back to me, I kept my eyes open just a crack, so I could see his beautiful, strong back. Talon walked to his dresser and opened the top drawer. He then dropped his towel to the floor. The sight of his ass made my body shiver and clench. I ached and throbbed, the dream obviously not doing a damn thing for my needs. For a second, I considered reaching down between my legs and just taking care of myself while Talon stood there, but that seemed pathetic.

  I let out a long sigh and pushed on the bed a little, bringing attention to myself.

  Talon looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Morning, beautiful.”

  Oh, that voice. Deep, sexy, able to command, able to be sweet and romantic.

  There was nothing like having Talon look at me and talk to me.

  “Morning,” I said. “You’re up early.”

  “Early? Look at the clock. This is when most people are thinking about lunch, beautiful.”

  I had become so accustomed to the MC life that clocks and time meant nothing. When it got dark out, it got dangerous. The guys hung in the clubhouse unless there was a reason to be outside. They drank, bet on dumb things, and fucked women. I spent my time split between Talon and Layne, always ending up in bed with Talon and sleeping when he was done with me.

  I’m not sure the last time I saw a real morning. A sunrise. Or even waking before dawn. Sitting with a cup of coffee and relaxing, trying to greet the day with some kind of purpose. Instead, it was always like this. Waking from a wild dream. Waking to see Talon’s bare ass. Or waking to something deadly waiting just outside the fucking door.

  “What’s wrong?” Talon asked. “You look dazed, beautiful.”

  “Sorry. Just tired.”

  “Fuck that. Something’s weighing on that pretty mind of yours.”

  “You know that already,” I said and smiled. “I hate not having answers.”

  “Join the club,” Talon said.

  He slowly turned and stood there. Tattoos and muscles, rippled skin that looked perfectly chiseled from stone. Everything cascaded perfectly down to his cock. He had no fear and no shame and that made him even fucking hotter.

  The wounds where he had been shot were healing nicely. They didn’t look red and scabbed as much anymore. That was good. He had survived taking three bullets and didn’t give a damn about it. There would be scars, but to Talon, they’d be a reminder of how quick his life could end. That fueled the fire of revenge and passion for the MC.

  No fear. Ever.

  “My gosh,” I said. “I could wake to this sight everyday for the rest of my life.”

  “Works for me,” Talon said.

  He approached the bed and I hurried to sit up. My lips were quickly eager to taste him, my tongue feeling warm and swollen. My body ached head to toe, my pussy still wet from the dream. But now it had a more fresh reason to be so tender. It had reality staring at me. The sight of Talon’s sexy body and throbbing cock.

  He grew hard as he stood there, his cock filling and thickening, starting to stand. I reached for him and wrapped my fingers around the root of his cock. Talon let out a breath and put a hand to my hair. He tore at the sheets, ripping them off my body.

  “Panties off,” he ordered.

  Yes, sir.

  I stroked his growing thickness while I wrestled with my panties with my other hand. I got them down to my knees and that was good enough for Talon. He reached down and placed two fingers to my pussy, stroking his fingers up and down against my wet folds. I clung to the bed and lifted myself, rocking already.

  “Damn, beautiful,” he said. “You’re soaking wet.”

  He pressed at my hole and sank his two fingers deep into me. I closed my eyes and put my head back, groaning, feeling so fucking good.

  “You’re swollen,” Talon said. “You’re already halfway there.”

  That’s when images from my dream flashed in my head. I gasped and opened my eyes. I looked down at myself, rocking hard against Talon’s fingers. His thumb grazed my clit, making me move faster against his touch.

  “Everly,” Talon growled. “Take my cock.”

  I looked at my hand jerking him. He was thick and ready. My mouth was hungry. I pulled and leaned toward him, my mouth open, sliding over his tip. I quickly pulled back, my lips rubbing against his sensitive skin. He groaned and curled his hand around my hair. When he pulled at me, he thrust, commanding his cock deeper into my mouth. My hand pumped faster at the root of his cock. My tongue rubbed against the bottom of his shaft, my lips tight around his hard skin, waiting for the pay off to come.

  As I sucked on Talon, his fingers thrust at me harder and faster. His thumb pressed against my clit with intense pressure and it only made me want him more. We worked ourselves into a rhythm, Talon controlling everything. His hand wrapped around my hair, guiding my mouth up and down his shaft. His fingers between my legs had me on the brink of an orgasm within minutes.

  I dug my heels into the bed and moved as fast as I could at his fingers. I groaned as I felt myself starting to crest. Talon let out a hiss and pulled my mouth harder against his cock. He was deep, testing the depths of my mouth. I tried to keep calm, but it was damn impossible with so much going through me at once.

  As I started to come, Talon didn’t slow down. His fingers dug just as deep, twisting and pulling back. My walls were throbbing against his touch, the same as his cock throbbed inside my mouth.

  “Fuck, beautiful,” he growled. “Get ready for me…”

  That was my only warning.

  I moved even faster at Talon, pulling back one last time as he started to come. I moaned and came down on him, holding steady, my hand pumping with the throb of his orgasm.

  He sank his fingers deep into my pussy and held there as he came. His hand holding my hair tight pulled at me each time he came, grunting as he did.

  What a fucking perfect way to start the morning.

  When he finished, Talon pulled back, his cock slipping from my mouth. He was still bouncing, his thickness glistening with my saliva and his orgasm. He took his fingers from my pussy and rubbed them against my smooth mound, making me feeling my own orgasm.

  It was just like the fucking dream…

  Talon ran his fingers through my hair and smiled. “I could wake to that every morning for the rest of my fucking life.”

  I swallowed, licked my lips, and smiled.

  “Good morning, Talon.”

  “There’s something wrong with you, beautiful. Something hiding behind those eyes eating at you.”

  I just sat there, panties at my knees, my pussy throbbing with warm delight. My hands were on the sheets, my face inches from Talon’s relaxing cock.

  What was on my mind?

  Is Detective John your father? If so… what the fuck? And why hasn’t Detective John been around since he told me that? What the fuck was the point of telling me? What the fuck was the point of… anything?

  “I’m okay,” I whispered. “I’m tired.”

  “From thinking too much,” Talon said. “Thinking without action is a form of insanity, beautiful. Trust me, that’s what prison really is. Not about losing freedom. Not about being locked away from the world. It’s about sitting there, thinking all fucking day and never being able to act upon anything.”

  I reached up and put a hand to Talon’s stomach, feeling the ridges of his ab muscles.

  “I’m okay,” I said again. “That’s all I can say right now. Because I know if I say anything else…”

  A knock sounded at the door. “Talon…” It opened a second later.

  It was Layne.

  I hurried to grab the covers and pull them up. But there was a split second when Layne saw me sitting there naked, with my panties down, my legs open. I held the covers to my chest, blushing. Not because I was worried about Layne seeing me naked. It was because both Talon and Layne saw me naked at the same time. And that left a wild fantasy brewing. Both of them together… coming at me�
� wanting me… touching me…

  Talon turned to face Layne, naked.

  He really has no shame. No care.

  I bit my bottom lip.

  “Christ, can you put that thing away?” Layne asked.

  “What’s wrong? Jealous?”

  “Yeah, right,” Layne said. “You done growing? If so…” Layne shook his head and grinned.

  He was trying to get at me. And he had no idea of my dream.

  How big was Layne?

  I shut my eyes and looked away. I couldn’t do this. Not now.

  “Bro, we have an emergency,” Layne said. “Austin. He’s in trouble.”

  “Fuck,” Talon said. “Let me get dressed and we’ll ride.”

  “Hurry,” Layne said. “I don’t feel like burning another leather cut.”

  Burning another leather cut?

  That was something I’d been hearing a lot lately. It’s what the guys in Devil Call MC did when one of their patched in brothers died.

  Just what the club needed…. more death.

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  2.

  (Talon)

  I charged down the hallway, a gun tucked into my right boot, a gun tucked behind me, a knife at my left hip, and another smaller knife tucked into my left boot. This was no holds barred right now. The bullshit had to stop. Maybe fighting violence with violence seemed counterproductive, but in this world, someone had the bigger dick. And when they swung it and won, everyone else would get in line.

  I had the biggest dick. Devil Call MC had the biggest dick. And everything and everyone around us would learn to shut the fuck up and stay the fuck away.

  “What happened to him?” I called out as I approached the main part of the clubhouse.

  Austin, Buzzy, Kade, and Drave all stared at me like I was speaking in a different language. Gabel sat at the bar, sipping whiskey through a straw because his jaw was wired shut because of me. I didn’t expect him to talk, so he got a pass.