Brianna (Shadow Wolves MC Book 2)

by Daniela Jackson

  It’s like Axel said to me once. I’m living in my own heaven. I don’t need more in life, just to see my wife wake up beside me every morning.

  My wife rubs her ass against my hard on and I stop thinking rationally. I grip her waist, turn her round and throw her over my shoulder. Brianna squeals as my palm smacks her ass cheek. I love the sound of her ass being smacked so I do this again. Then again.

  “Zane,” she says, pretending reproach.

  “What?”

  I carry her to our bedroom and throw her onto the mattress. Her arms and legs wrap around me as I crawl on top of her.

  “It’s not that bad, huh?” I kiss her chin.

  “No, it isn’t bad at all.”

  Chapter 15

  Brianna

  We’re kissing a lot. We’re practically living in bed, eating in bed and fucking almost all the time. I’m locked up in the bubble of intense sensations, plastered by the scent of our sweat and desire. I’m elemental like my instincts, hungry for my husband’s touch, thirsty for his words. I’m pure love for him. He is my breath and I’m his. Day and night turn into a blur, the awareness of touch, the need for absorbing and possessing, the crescendo of our moans, the agony of our impatience. It’s never enough.

  We roll on our sides and steady our breaths after another session of our fierce sex.

  “We have to get up,” Zane says, sweeping his hair away from his face. “The party is in two hours.”

  “I know,” I moan, stroking his cheek with my palm, and twinning my fingers with his hair. I love touching his long hair. The tickle of his strands against my skin during our sex is a turn on for me. Men with long hair never gripped my attention, but Zane looks just right.

  We kiss then go to have a shower and put the clothes on.

  “You look hot, sweetheart,” Zane says as his eyes roam over my dress.

  “Thank you. I try my best. At my age—“

  “Is this a problem?”

  “What?”

  “That I’m younger.” Zane’s face tenses.

  “I’m old. This is a problem.”

  “You look eighteen.”

  “Like father like son.”

  “No, I mean it.” He stands behind me and palms my breasts. “I want to keep you in a dark cell so no one will see you and come up with an idea to take you from me.”

  “Well, this cell isn’t a bad idea.”

  “You would be chained to the wall. Naked.”

  “I like this idea.” I correct the hem of my dress. “Zane, I...”

  “You?”

  “I know I’m not your first woman in bed,” I pause and my face starts burning. “I mean...”

  Zane smirks at me. “Are you jealous?”

  “No, of course not.” My God, he grins like my whole body is screaming that I just lied to him. “I mean there were obviously women before me. Many women I suspect. How many exactly?”

  “Why do you need to know?”

  “I’m your wife and you said something about honesty as far as I remember.” I know, I’m behaving like I have no dignity. This is because of the jealousy bubbling inside me like poison.

  Zane’s glance travels towards the window. The lack of emotions on his face sends freeze into my veins.

  “There were women, Brianna. Whores, strippers, good girls, bad girls. I don’t remember how many. Thirty maybe? Forty?”

  I feel like somebody has punched me in the face and suddenly there is not enough oxygen in the room. “I must be really boring for your tastes. I can only advise you to seek entertainment in the whorehouse then.”

  “You can advise me the fuck what?” There is a high-pitched crack in his voice.

  “You heard me. The girls in the whorehouse can accommodate your every need. You don’t need a wife.”

  “I don’t need a wife. That’s fucking interesting.”

  I huff, then rush towards the door. I don’t know why but I hate him at the moment. And I don’t. I didn’t intend to trigger an argument. I guess I just wanted him to tell me, no-to lie to me that I’m the only woman he’s had.

  Zane leaps towards me as his arms wrap around my chest from behind. “You coward. You don’t even want me to finish.” He tightens the embrace around me. “I have a past like every man in the club, but my present and future belong only to you. And you are better than any stripper I’ve ever seen.”

  “It’s not what I want to hear,” I say with a hysterical crack.

  Zane takes a deep breath. “You were born to be fucked by me and I wish I could live two hundred years and my day had two hundred and forty hours because there won’t be enough time for me to fuck you. I guess I won’t let you rest in peace even after your death. Better?”

  “Very unromantic, but better.” I take a shaky breath. “I thought I wasn’t enough for you. I’m not as skilled as a statistical whore.”

  Zane kisses my cheek. “You are everything to me. I made my choice. And you’re like ten whores in one.” He pulls away.

  “Why haven’t you ever asked about my past?”

  “I’m not interested,” he barks.

  “Why?”

  “Because I would kill them.” His fingers roll into fists and his jaw muscles twitch.

  “Kolya killed them instead of you.”

  “Good. He is a reasonable guy. I need to get drunk with him and thank him.”

  “You are creepy, Zane.”

  “You too.”

  I feel like my whole being is rising. All the doubts I had, all the insecurities, fade. I’m Zane’s and he’s mine. For better and for worse. For war and for peace. In dirt and in purity. Forever.

  Zane grips the back of my neck and slams his lips on mine. His hand squeezes my ass cheek then smacks it. “We’ll be late for the party.”

  Right. The party. Amanda insisted on organising this party to celebrate my return. She offered to take care of the food and invitations so I didn’t protest.

  Zane grabs my wrist and pulls me behind him. We leave the apartment and jump on his bike.

  “I can ride my bike,” I say.

  “You mean you can ride the bike you stole from me?”

  “Well—“

  “Rita is yours, Brianna.”

  “Thank you.” I wrap my arms around him from behind. “However I think I prefer to be behind you.”

  “On my bike, I prefer to have you behind me too.”

  I lift my ass a bit and bite on his earlobe. “I prefer to have you behind me.”

  Zane growls like a well-fed bear. “Don’t do that, woman.”

  I erupt into laughter. “You wanted to have a wife so you have a wife.”

  “I don’t want anything else in my life. Just to be able to make you happy every day.”

  His honesty fills my heart both with joy and with pain. “I am happy, Zane. I’m very happy with you.”

  He chuckles then starts the engine and we shoot forward. The ride takes about fifteen minutes and we park in front of ‘Jilly Jet’. As the roar of the engine fades, voices and music come to my ears.

  “It seems like everyone is waiting for us,” I say.

  “It will be fun,” Zane says and holds a hand out for me, helping me jump off his bike.

  We step inside, holding hands and immersing ourselves into the warmth of our family’s smiles and words. Everybody wants to hug me. My make-up vanishes in a few minutes.

  I notice Sive and the animal who’s her husband. He is holding a baby in his arms, kissing its head. Right. Not that I didn’t expect that. I’m sure as hell he’ll make Sive pregnant again soon so she won’t escape from him. Poor girl. She’s condemned to be permanently pregnant with that animal.

  Ziggy is sitting in the darkest corner of the bar, shooting snaps of lightning towards the gathered people with his glance; Amanda and Maria are delivering the food on the table stretching across the room; Athena is as stunned as I am. But it’s nice. Sheriff Grant’s face grips my attention for an instant. He seems relaxed like the rest of the guest
s. Strange. He seems to be a part of the gang.

  I sit at the table as Zane settles himself next to me, throwing his arm over my back.

  “Your father is late,” he says.

  “Something important must have happened,” I say. “He’s never late.”

  I’ve learnt to bury my fears about my father in the deepest parts of my mind. He leads a dangerous life. If I die of fear each time something unexpected happens to him, I’ll end up in the mental health hospital. I sometimes wonder whether I escaped from my fear about him or from my repulsion for his dark life.

  Amanda wraps her arms around me from behind. “Eat something.” Her voice is a bit harsh, but my subconscious senses motherly warmth from her.

  She just wants her sons to be happy.

  She’s a wise woman, especially when it comes to being Boulder’s old lady. He’s kind of weird, but Amanda accepts him how he is. I guess nobody is perfect. You just need to learn to see the good character traits and ignore the bad ones, to learn to forgive.

  I grab a fork and jab a piece of tomato as the front door bangs, causing the sound like a thunder to tear at the air. The molecules in my body jump as I twist my chest and my eyes fix on Kolya’s bloodshot ones. His skin is covered in blood. His nose is bleeding and he’s guarding the side of his chest.

  “Bratva,” he gasps.

  My veins fill with primal fear at that one word.

  Zane

  “Samael is Bratva,” I say.

  “Niet,” Kolya says. “Samael is Samael. He stopped being Bratva a long time ago. As did I.”

  Blaze is inspecting the wound in his chest. We’re sitting in the office at the back of ‘Jilly Jet’. The party is over and the women left the bar a few minutes ago. All of them except Brianna. She’s sitting at the counter, and I don’t know whether I should scold her or be grateful for her presence. Dad said once that women and the club didn’t mix very well. Well, he was right.

  “They will keep him, the cook and the maid alive for a while, but they want Brianna,” Kolya says. “Her death in return for Dasha’s death.” He takes a sharp breath as Blaze disinfects his wound. “Samael told me to keep our devotchka alive at all cost.”

  “Did they find Reyes?” I ask.

  I need to know this to assess the situation and give clear orders to my boys. Keeping the secrets is not my priority now.

  “Not yet,” Kolya says with hesitation.

  “How many?” Axel asks.

  “Twenty,” Kolya says. “They killed all the bulls apart from me to use me as the messenger.” He winces as Blaze examines his ribs. “Somebody must have let them in. One of the bulls probably. The spy. Samael and I have suspected one of the bulls of spying. And Benji must have spilled out the secret. Bliad.”

  “Samael is family,” I say to the boys. “As is Reyes.”

  “Aye,” the boys say with one voice.

  They don’t ask questions. On the one hand, they respect the alliance with Samael, but on the other hand, I’m their president so they follow my orders. I’m a trusted leader and that’s a fucking nice feeling. A sense of fulfilment surges through my veins.

  “Blaze,” I say. “Reyes is in coma, hidden in one of the bedrooms. You and Gunner will make sure she’s safe.”

  “I won’t let a woman in coma die,” Blaze says as Gunner opens our armoury room and starts taking out the guns. “And those two other innocent women either.”

  Kolya gives the precise directions to Blaze then Blaze agrees a few details with Gunner.

  “What about you, Grant?” Ziggy asks with sarcasm. “Fancy going with us?”

  “You’re not going anywhere, Ziggy,” Axel says. “You are one hundred years old, man. You can’t go with us.”

  “I’m not your fucking wife, boy,” Ziggy snaps. “I’m going with the rest. You want to stop me? We can sort it out outside the bar.”

  Axel raises his hands in a warding gesture as Ziggy continues, “Grant, are you a man or a pussy?”

  Grant moves in his chair as though he’s sitting on needles. “Feds are sniffing here. Around Samael. Around Sive. I have to stay clean.”

  “She’s not Sive, you moron,” Ziggy says. “She’s Molly Brown. Remember? My niece.”

  “Fuck off, Ziggy,” Grant growls. “I’m trying my best despite the fact that I may be imprisoned for life one day. We’ve been friends for so many years—“

  “Friends with benefits,” Boulder says and the boys erupt into laughter.

  “Our kids played together,” Grant growls with fury and nods. “We are friends.”

  “The town is safe,” I say. “The people have a good life here. Safe life.”

  “Of course,” Grant says. “Everybody is a criminal here, generation after generation. They have a perfect environment to thrive.”

  “Don’t be a pussy, Grant,” Ziggy says and spits out saliva.

  “I’m not a pussy,” Grant says, his face red like a ripened tomato. He takes out his gun and puts it on the table. “I’ve never been a pussy. Mac is a pussy.”

  The boys guffaw but fall silent at my warning glance.

  We’re filthy. Our little town is filthy. I guess Grant has made peace with that at last. A funny thought crosses my mind. Grant wouldn’t be so bold if he found out that I’d fucked his daughter twice. She has a nice fiancé now so everything is as it should be.

  “There is a secret passage,” Kolya says. “Only Samael and I know about it.” He winces with every breath. “They’re keeping the two women as the hostages, expecting us to attack Chaviva and fight, but they won’t expect us to invade the house from inside.”

  Boulder and Ziggy agree the strategy to watch our backs as we grab our guns and pour out of the office. I go to the bar to send Brianna home.

  “You see,” she hisses. “This is why I escaped. I hate it when I feel like this. I hate this fear eating me like I’m dead in the coffin and maggots are eating me.”

  “Go home, baby. Everything will be fine.”

  “Don’t be a hypocrite, Zane. Somebody will die tonight. One of the women may become a widow. Maybe even two of them will become widows. I don’t want to be a widow.”

  “Your mother—“

  “I know.” She bursts into tears then clings to me, digging her fingers into my back. “I’m so scared. I’m always so scared.”

  “I know.”

  I crush her in my embrace, kissing the top of her head. Something eerie brushes my mind like an exhale of eternity. Like I’m dead and full of peace for an instant. I want to touch my wife so desperately that it hurts.

  I grip her arm and drag her to the empty office, slamming the door shut behind us.

  “What are you doing, Zane?”

  “Kiss me, Brianna.”

  “It’s not the time for kissing. For God’s sake—“

  “It is.” I pull her hair together and crush her lips with mine, immersing myself in this delirious sensation of being connected to her.

  Brianna gasps into my mouth as I move her backwards and her back rests against the wall. My hands move up and down her outer thighs and I squeeze her lush ass.

  “It’s not the time,” she gasps. “For fuck’s sake, Zane. What are you doing?”

  “It is the time.” Suddenly, being close with my wife becomes the most important need in my life. “Two minutes.”

  “Really?” Her voice is deeper, softer. She sinks her fingers into my hair, her eyes glassy and red from crying.

  “One minute. Only one minute.”

  We kiss passionately, desperately, almost absorbing each other as I shove my hand between her thighs and move her panties aside. I unzip my trousers and lift her thigh, wrapping it around my waist. Then I drive my hard cock into her wet pussy, burying my whole length inside her. I wrap her other thigh around my waist and thrust into her. It’s rough, primal. Fast. My wife rocks against the wall, her folded legs splayed.

  Brianna

  The door creaks open and the sound of somebody’s deep breath travel
s through the air. My mind is too foggy, too euphoric to react though. I’m on the brink. I don’t care about anything other than my release.

  “Prez,” Axel growls.

  “Five seconds,” Zane says like he’s gritted his teeth and thrusts into me hard.

  So hard that I whimper and my body slides up and down the wall.

  Zane’s cock twitches in my pussy as he empties himself inside me. A wave of liquid heat floods me and my orgasm makes me deaf and blind for one eternal second.

  “Zane,” Axel growls again as his voice jabs my brain like needles.

  Zane pulls his cock out of me, zips up his jeans and kisses my lips as I correct my dress and sway.

  Axel smirks at me.

  What a jerk. I absolutely despise everything about him.

  I show him my middle finger and he widens his eyes at me. I’m really repulsed by him. I adore his wife, but he will never be my friend. I’ll try to tolerate him in my life. Then a thought blasts in my head. Axel is good at fighting and killing. He will keep my husband safe.

  “Be careful, you both,” I say. I want them both to be safe.

  Zane cups my face in both his hands. “I have to go.”

  “Just come back to me, baby,” I shriek as tears blind me and a thin liquid dribbles out of my nose.

  He kisses my lips in response then walks off. My whole being crumbles into pieces.

  Zane

  “Everybody ready?” I ask as we pour out of the office.

  The saltiness of Brianna’s tears is still pricking my lips.

  “Yes, Prez,” Axel says and salutes me.

  I feel his respect for me like it is tangible. That fills me with pride. My older brother respects me as his president, follows my orders, puts his own life at risk to save my parents-in-law.

  “It’s good to have a wife,” he says.

  “Very good.”

  “But not necessarily when we’re just about to go and clean up a mess.”

  “Fuck. Off.”

  He nods several times. “Clean and precise as always.”

  I nod. “Clean and precise as always.”

  Axel’s arm shoots to me, encircling and strangling my throat and he pulls me to him. “Be careful.”

  “Fuck off, man. It’s unhealthy. Get off me.”