“Fuck.”
“Yep, fucking your ass. Your hot, swollen, sore, tender ass.” He sped up, and I gasped and tried to pull my legs together but he knocked them back apart as he pounded me without mercy. God, I was so damned close to coming — it was just right fucking there, but I couldn’t ride over the top and down the other side, and he fucking knew it.
He also knew, if he kept going at this pace there was a good chance I’d figure out a way to orgasm, though, so in less than five minutes he was spurting into my ass as I tried not to whine because he got his, and I was still lost in a fog of arousal — so needy I’d have done just about anything he asked if it meant he’d help me orgasm.
* * * *
Over the next hour or so, he put me in different positions, mixed varying degrees of pain and pleasure, and kept me right on the fucking edge until my vision was blurry and I was a quivering mess of unfulfilled, carnal, sensual pleasure.
I looked at the clock until he threatened to blindfold me if I kept it up, so I tried to only sneak a peek every ten or fifteen times I wondered what time it was, and he indulged me those fewer glances, thank goodness.
So I knew when it was three minutes before ten, and knew he was finally building me up for the stupendous orgasm he’d promised. I was on my back, my legs spread, and his mouth doing the most delicious things to me.
What I didn’t expect, was for him to rise up, cram his cock into my pussy, put his hand over the top of my throat so I couldn’t breathe, and tell me, “Not yet, Angelica. Don’t fight me. Let me restrict your air. Eye contact. Don’t look away, don’t look at the clock… eyes on me, that’s it. I’ll tell you when you can come…”
Black spots floated in my vision, and I wanted to fight him, to knock his hand loose so I could breathe, but my eyes were locked on his and his orders were law for me, in that moment, so when he said, “Now, Angelica. Come on my cock, squeeze me hard…”
There was more, he said a lot more, but I didn’t hear much after that because my body let loose with an orgasm I truly thought might take my head off, and when he released my throat so I could pull more oxygen into my body, the headrush of it on top of the climax, and the fact he started fucking me full-tilt just as it all hit…
My world imploded and exploded simultaneously, and I was the wolf and the human, his Princess and his Angelica. I don’t know how he did it, but as the orgasm faded, he moved me to another position and angled in differently as he ordered me to come again, and I did. And when that one faded, he did it again. And again.
I remember begging him not to make me come again, and I remember him ignoring me, and using his hands, or his cock, or his mouth, or a combination… and forcing yet another climax out of me. And another. It was after midnight before I finally lay peacefully in his arms, spent and exhausted, boneless, happy, and more in love than I’d ever thought possible.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Angelica
I went straight to the Rolling Thunder Bar and Restaurant from work Wednesday evening, still in my pantsuit. Charleen was going to meet me at five thirty, and the rest of the women were supposed to meet us at six.
Dawg was working behind the bar, and he sent a waitress to help me get set up in the office. When the door opened again, I turned expecting it to be Dozer bringing Charleen in, as he had a picture of her and was supposed to be watching for her, but it was Duke.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to spend ten or so minutes with you and your women, get to know them a little, and let them see who I am.”
I hadn’t expected this, but when I considered it, I probably should’ve. Duke considered me one of his, especially now that I was officially Bash’s ol’lady, and these women were kind of mine. I mean, they were becoming important to me, anyway.
I smiled at him, touched. “Yeah, sure. Can’t hurt to let them see you as a person instead of a stereotype.”
He chuckled. “No, don’t want to lose my bad-ass biker status. Who knows what might happen if everyone found out how cuddly and sweet I actually am?”
I rolled my eyes. “Cuddly and sweet with Gen, I’m sure, but don’t forget I know what you’re capable of.”
He sobered. “Yeah, I know. I guess the difference is I use my muscles, my guns, and the people at my back to help protect you, and not to scare you. These women may just see the scary side, and I want them to see I can be nice, too.” He sighed. “Watching you with Bash, part of me wants to warn you about him, but I have to remind myself you know what he’s capable of, and you love him anyway.”
I shook my head. “That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t love him in spite of his ability to do the difficult stuff — I love him because of it.”
He stared at me a few seconds, and nodded. “Yeah, you’re Bud’s daughter, through-and-through. Glad you settled in Chattanooga, with us.” He stepped back to the door as he said, “Text me in a little while, let me know if we should invite the women out into the bar to meet us, or whether it might be better for us to come in here. I’ll keep a big table in the VIP section open, without humans close enough to hear, just in case.”
“Thanks, Duke.”
When Charleen arrived, we mostly talked about her husband, my dad, and her granddaughter. We talked a little about Bash, and about how my relationship with him meant I no longer had the option of joining the Pack, even if I wanted to.
Dozer collected the other ladies and brought them in as they arrived, and before long we had a room full of women, with lots of steak, potatoes, and alcohol. Hanging out and talking when we weren’t influenced by the full moon was a good thing — we were all more relaxed and at ease, even if we weren’t drinking anywhere near fast enough to feel it.
I looked at my phone when Bash stuck his head in, and realized it was after eight o’clock. He looked around, as if seeing if it were safe, and then came in and shut the door behind him.
“Ladies,” I announced with a smile, “this is Bash.”
“Sorry to interrupt,” he said with a grin, “but Duke and a few other guys wanted to know if it’d be okay to come in and say hello. Or, if you’d rather, they can host all of you at one of the VIP tables.”
“Sure, but maybe only invite four or five of you in? We don’t need the entire MC in here flirting with my posse,” I said with a laugh.
Bash nodded and stepped back out, and I told the women, “I’ll point out the ones who’re single, in case any of you want a nice roll in the hay. Most of the guys aren’t relationship material, though, so don’t expect anything out of it, if you do.”
Charleen’s daughter seemed annoyed, but the rest of the women looked as if they’d be happy to meet some of the MC. Bash was only gone a few seconds, and he brought a chair in with him, settled it beside me, and pulled my legs up into his lap. I didn’t know why he wanted to lay claim to me around the women, but I decided to just go with it.
As the other men came in, they either sat on one of the sofas, or leaned against the wall.
“The biggest guy is Dozer, and the guy to the right of him is Gonzo. Dawg’s beside him, and he’s the bartender tonight so I’m not sure how he got away, but I’m not surprised he figured out how to get into the room full of women — there’s a reason they call him Dawg. Those three guys are single, so flirt all you want.” I turned to Duke and introduced him and Brain, adding, “Duke’s married, Brain’s living with a woman who is his perfect mate, and Bash here is all mine.”
I let the women introduce themselves and tell the men what part of town, or which county, they lived in, and when they finished Duke told them, “It’s nice to meet all of you ladies. We consider Angelica to be one of us, but I understand she isn’t happy having to wait until the third night to run with us, so I’m glad she’s found a group she’s comfortable with. You’re all welcome here anytime, and if the bouncer on duty doesn’t recognize you, tell him you’re one of Angelica’s wolves, and he’ll get you set up in the VIP section in the back. Our compound is across the street, and it’s im
portant you don’t go there without a member walking you in. If you need one of us, and don’t want to call, come to the bar or the bike shop and let someone with an RTMC patch know what or who you need.”
“For the record, Duke, they aren’t my wolves.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m aware of how Randall would view it if you started claiming them… but for the purposes of explaining who they are to random RTMC brothers? It’s probably the simplest way.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Angelica
I’d turned Bash down so many times, he’d stopped asking for us to do a blood binding ceremony. However, I knew it was still important to him, and I was beginning to feel more comfortable with the idea. Some of my worries had to do with the unknown aspects of it, while others just had to do with the fact I viewed binding myself to him magically as being a much bigger deal than a wedding ceremony.
After the third full moon I ran with the women, Randall asked me to come to his house a few days later. I was pretty sure we hadn’t done anything to upset him, but I was still nervous.
I didn’t take beef this time, but didn’t feel right showing up empty handed, so I brought some beer from a local microbrewery.
I was relieved he merely wanted to check in with me, ask about the energy of our runs, and make sure we were all getting along. He also asked about my relationship with Bash, and I let him know I wouldn’t be joining the Pack.
“I’m happy for you,” he told me with a gentle smile. “I’ve spoken with Charleen, and she tells me even though it’s her land, she feels as if the group members are equally looking to you and her as the de facto leaders. With that in mind, I’d like to invite the two of you to join my brother, Brain, and a few of my top people for dinner once a month. It’s usually the Tuesday after a run, though we move it to another day if the full moon falls on Sunday or Monday night. We rented space in a restaurant at first, so we met on neutral ground, but now we all take turns hosting. We’re having dinner at Brain’s house tomorrow night, and you and Charleen are invited.”
I shook my head as I told him, “We aren’t anywhere near as organized as the Pack or MC. I’m not sure we deserve a seat.”
“You’re more organized than most Alphas will allow, and I want to know of any wolves having a particularly hard time. Pack or not — if they’re living in my territory, I feel responsible. So, I’d like you to let me know of anyone you believe is having trouble controlling their wolves, and we all need to discuss any accidental magical exchanges. You’re aware Duke and Bash brought Dawg back from near death, in a way only an Alpha or a very high ranking officer should be able. We discussed it, and I made sure they hadn’t inadvertently created a mini-pack. No fighting, no challenges — since it happened by pure accident.”
“Speaking of binding ceremonies, can I ask you something in confidence?” I’d debated asking him about it, but with him basically opening the door for me, I decided to go for it.
“Of course.”
“Bash and I are together, but I had a fantasy of a threesome, and he and Dawg fulfilled it. Dawg still joins us occasionally, and Bash wants me to do a relationship binding with him. He says we can include Dawg in the wording so it won’t hit as cheating, but I wanted to run it by you, to be sure we don’t unintentionally form a mini-pack.”
“Generally speaking, as long as he isn’t specifically mentioned, distance will keep him from being included. In most cases, a half mile to a mile is plenty, but things are acting a little wonky, so you might want to send him out of town, just to be safe. I would actually prefer you not include the part about no one intruding, so you don’t need to name him.”
“Wonky?”
He shook his head. “We’re not really sure what’s going on, but something is pulling the supernatural leaders here — vampires, wolves, dragons, lions, swans, to name a few. The magical energies aren’t acting like they should, for those of us who are tuned into them and use them on a regular basis. None of us understands exactly what’s going on, but we’re all advising caution, when we can.”
“What if Bash and I go to Atlanta, and leave Dawg here?”
“I’d like to have the opportunity to look over the wording before you do the ceremony, so we can be sure you don’t inadvertently form a three-person pack. When you actually do it, my advice would be to send Dawg to Atlanta, and you and Bash stay here. The two of you should consummate your new union several times before inviting Dawg in — just to be sure the binding doesn’t try to pull him in later.”
I looked down and blushed, and Randall chuckled. I looked up and rolled my eyes. “Looks like I’m not always my father’s daughter. He never gets embarrassed about anything. Thanks for the advice, though, it’s much appreciated.”
* * * *
Bash was at my apartment when I got home. He’d known I was meeting Randall and hadn’t been happy, but had let me go alone.
Turns out, he knew about the once-a-month meeting between Pack and MC, and was impressed they’d invited me.
“It makes sense. Randall is experimenting around, trying to accept the lone wolves instead of alienating them and fighting them. Usually, any group trying to organize a full moon run is assured of harassment, and likely even physical violence from the Pack.”
I nodded and hugged him. “I really like your new schedule, now that you’re back in the bike shop during the day and only working a few nights a week at the motel.”
“Yeah, love sleeping with you all night long. Since Dawg’s house isn’t too far from Brain’s, why don’t we invite ourselves over to his house tomorrow night? Love being able to make you scream without having to worry about neighbors.”
Blood pulsed its way to my clit and I knew he smelled my arousal. He chuckled and kissed the tip of my nose, “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
* * * *
“Do you have a minute?”
I jumped in my desk chair early the next day as Agent Graham caught me off guard.
The fact he could sneak up on me was troubling. I mean, sure, I was deep in my work so it wasn’t surprising he’d caught the human engineer at unawares, but the wolf was always watching.
Which meant my wolf trusted him, and that could prove dangerous. I liked the FBI agent well enough, I respected his scruples, and he’d helped me a great deal. However, I also knew he’d put me — and the people I cared about — in jail for a very long time if he ever found out certain truths. Sure, he’d taken good care of me after the abduction, and he’d basically rescued me from a bogus arrest, but that didn’t mean I should trust him.
“Sure, have a seat, and give me a few seconds to save everything and make a few notes of my train of thought.”
I worked quickly, and within two minutes joined him in another chair on the other side of my desk. “What’s up?”
“I’m closing my file on you, and just wanted to have a final conversation. You know Pickering plea-bargained to a minimum security country-club-type facility, where I’m told he’s enrolled in their culinary arts program, and will have most of the classes required for a college degree when he gets out in probably two or three years of his ten year sentence.”
I nodded. A few police officers had been demoted, but none had lost their jobs. One judge had resigned, as had the assistant DA. Pickering would be the only person who saw jail time.
“Five members of the Disciples are still missing,” Graham continued, “and my gut tells me you know something about that, but I have no evidence.”
I rolled my eyes and smiled. We’d had this conversation before and I’d said all I intended to say about it. “Thanks for the visit, Agent Graham. I didn’t get anywhere near enough closure on what turned into an absolutely horrible chapter of my life, but I don’t intend to do anything.”
He nodded. “If Pickering had gone to a regular facility, I’ve a feeling he wouldn’t have fared very well. His current abode carefully screens for white collar, nonviolent offenders, so there’s no one there who can be paid to beat th
e shit out of him.”
“From conversations I overheard in my childhood, I know deals were made to keep our guys safe when they went inside, but if I heard details I don’t remember them. Beyond that? I don’t know if the MC could’ve gotten to him or not, in a regular jail. I told Thomas we wouldn’t go after him physically, but were going to destroy him politically. I did what I said, and I have no more bones to pick with him.”
That was a blatant lie — I still wanted to fuck his ass with a monster strap-on cock and listen to him scream in pain and beg for mercy, but I knew I wasn’t likely to ever get a chance. If he left me alone when he got out of prison, I’d call it a win. He had to go through a full cavity search every time someone came to visit him. I’d have to be happy with that knowledge.
Agent Graham leaned forward and handed me yet another of his cards. “I know you’re loyal to the MC, but I also know you aren’t blindly loyal, and you call them on their bullshit. I’d like you to keep my card in your desk at work, and I’d like you to promise me — should anything ever crop up that weighs on your conscience — you’ll call me. There’s no reason for Brain to monitor your work conversations, so the RTMC will never know. I’ll keep you out of any investigation, and won’t ask you to testify against them, though if you volunteer I won’t turn down the offer.”
I accepted the card and slid it into my drawer. “I understand where you’re coming from, and I’ll hold onto it, just in case, but…” I shrugged. “First off, they don’t tell me about club business, so even if they’re doing things you should know about, I’m not likely to know. Second, the questionably moral things they’re rumored to do are usually things I can get behind — beating up gang-bangers the law can’t touch, or doing what’s necessary to keep their neighborhood safe, since the cops either can’t or won’t.”
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