Sive: Shadow Wolves MC

by Daniela Jackson

  We need more privacy for talking or fucking, I’m unsure which should be first. My dick wants to fuck.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I say into her ear as we immerse ourselves into the coolness of the house.

  The richness and darkness of the hall envelops us like we’ve moved back in time. Two bulls pass me, shooting me cold glances.

  I cross the hall and climb the stairs. My groin aches. My eyes sweep over the walls to find a hideout. I’m going to sink my hard dick into Sive now. We can talk later. My eyes spot a curtain covering a wide niche so I walk there and slam Sive on the wall. She groans and widens her eye at me. I pull at her eye-patch and take it off her, tossing it onto the floor. Her iris is damaged and a scar runs across her eye, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m gazing at the most beautiful woman in the world. Her cheeks burn with bright red and she jerks her hand up to cover her blind eye but I don’t allow her to do that.

  “You’re beautiful,” I say. “And mine. Forever. Understood? You. Are. Mine.”

  Tears trickle down her cheeks. I don’t know what else to say so I press my lips against hers and kiss her sobs. Salt pricks my tongue and a tingle spreads across my skin. My palm strokes her ass cheek and I gather her dress up to her waist.

  I should say something powerful, but my brain fails me. A wild uncontrollable need floods my mind and body. I have to be close with Sive. We will be as one like before all that mess happened.

  I move her panties to the side then release my throbbing cock from my pants and line it up with her entrance. She gulps as I push in and bury myself inside her drenched pussy to the root.

  “Fuck, Sive, I’ve missed that so much.” My body presses against hers and I huff, trying not to lose control.

  Her hot pussy clamps down on my cock and a wave of heat runs to my toes. I rest my forearms at either side of her head and gaze at her. She’s gasping. Digging her fingers into my shoulders. Wincing in both pain and pleasure.

  “There’s been no woman in my life since I met you,” I say.

  I just want her to know that. I would have killed every woman had they dared touch me. Only Sive can touch me.

  Sive nods at me. Her eyes flutter and she arches her neck back. Her thighs spread wide.

  She wants her release as badly as I want mine.

  I will give her pleasure. Then I will give her my whole love. I will worship her for the rest of my life. She will never cry because of me again.

  I plunge my hand between our bodies and reach to her clitoris. Sive starts panting as I stroke her nub with my thumb. My other hand travels to the back of her neck and I hold her wiggling body in place. Then I watch her unearthly face sharpening with pleasure as she cums on my cock. Her walls contract around me and I feel like I’m ascending, melting, touching something primeval and eternal. Everything inside me explodes as I empty myself into her pussy.

  We slide down to sit on the cold floor and I enclose her in my arms.

  “We are together again, right?” I rasp. “And you will be my wife, right?”

  Sive squeaks into my ear so I take it as ‘yes’.

  “I will never hurt you again,” I say. “I swear on my mother. We belong to each other, Sive. Forever.”

  Her body tenses. “For-evv-er.”

  “Don’t say anything, baby. Just let me love you. I’ll take care of everything.”

  My mouth covers hers and we kiss as I stroke her head and ruin her braid.

  We rest for a few minutes then Sive visits the bathroom as I wait for her outside. Samael emerges from one of the rooms and walks towards me.

  “There are bedrooms in the house,” he says as his lips curl into a cold sarcastic smile.

  My fingers thread through my hair. Of course, there are cameras everywhere. His men must have had fun watching Sive and me. “The niche was perfect.”

  He slaps me on the back. “You and that little girl of yours are a perfect match.”

  A thought hits me. He is trying to be nice. It’s fucking unnerving. Creepy, even.

  I nod. “Brianna and Zane are a perfect match too.”

  Samael chuckles. “She’s like her mother. Wild and independent. Your brother needs to learn how to handle her.” His face softens for an instant as his thoughts seem to wander off to somewhere very far from here. “I promised Brianna’s mother that our daughter would be safe and happy.” The dark shadow of anger sharpens his face as though he regrets his unexpected honesty.

  “I haven’t seen Brianna’s mother—“

  “For a reason. If you want to see her, she’s in the farther end of the garden. Buried between my mother and father.”

  Indeed, I noticed a small burial ground hidden behind a wall of greenery. I restrain myself from asking about his wife. She’s Russian according to Kolya. Very rarely does she visit this house. Koyla says she travels a lot.

  Samael slaps me on the back again and walks off as Sive joins me.

  “We’re going to dance now,” I say, pulling her into my embrace and kissing her forehead.

  I can’t dance for shit. In fact, I never dance but I want to entertain Sive. We go to the dancing floor and pretend that we’re dancing. Ma widens her eyes at me and Dad’s jaw drops. Sive shoves my palms off her ass each time I want to squeeze it and I love every second of my life now. A sense of beauty and stability surges through me. It’s like standing on a basic path between endless fields blessed with the summer sunshine. The wheat is dancing with a balm breeze, bringing peace to one’s heart.

  “Everything will be fine, baby,” I whisper into Sive’s ear.

  I just fucking know that.

  Brianna

  The torches burn fiercely, creating a misty aura as the swish of the flames blends with the music and the guests’ chatter. Stars twinkle in the cloudless night’s sky. A delicate breeze cools my cheeks as I shudder in my chair.

  My eyes flick over Axel. He is sitting next to me, groping that little thing in his arms, completely unconcerned that there are people around them. I try to ignore the fact that his hand has just slipped between her thighs and his enormous tongue has thrust into her mouth, almost choking her. My God, she must wail of pain each time that disgusting giant fucks her.

  I can’t grasp what Sive finds so attractive about him. He looks like a wild beast that should be tamed by a taser, the ugliest man I’ve ever seen. He has no face, just scars. I wouldn’t even touch him with a stick. Yet that little Sive loves him with her whole heart. And she’s tamed him.

  Zane brushes the lacy collar of my Victorian mourning dress with his fingers. Our glances meet. My heart leaps at the brooding allure of his eyes.

  My husband is hot, the hottest man I’ve ever seen. Each time our eyes meet, his own burn with lust but it’s not the lust I tend to see in other men’s glances. Zane wants me. The whole of me. His appearance reminds me of a mysterious broken hero from a poem yet at the same time, his being oozes stability and strength. It’s an intoxicating mix.

  I didn’t expect that at all. It’s a major complication.

  Axel drinks vodka from the bottle and attempts to hand it to Zane.

  “No, thanks,” Zane says.

  “Why aren’t you drinking?” I ask. “We should get drunk to get through this circus.”

  “I want to be fit,” Zane says.

  “Fit for what?” I tease.

  Zane leans towards me and kisses my cheek. “For fucking my beautiful wife.”

  It’s meant only for my ears, but my cheeks heat up like all the guests have heard it, and I feel throbbing between my legs. A sudden pain courses through my heart like an arrow has pierced it, and I inhale deeply.

  “Can we sneak out and go to yours?” I ask. “I want more privacy.” I kiss his cheek and stroke it with the back of my knuckles.

  “Axel,” Zane says, his voice tinged with a sexy huskiness.

  Axel tears his disgusting wet mouth from Sive’s. “What?”

  “I want to take my wife to the house,” Zane says. “Your ho
use, I mean.”

  “This is your wedding,” Axel says. “You can’t leave now. And by the way, I’m taking Sive to the house. It’s our house now, remember?”

  “My daddy will give you a really nice bedroom for tonight,” I say.

  Sive bobs her head at Axel like a five-year-old. She’s adorable. The giant’s face softens like he’s a friendly Labrador.

  “Do you want to stay here, baby?” Axel asks. There is tenderness in his voice I didn’t expect to hear.

  “A-xel,” Sive says.

  My God, poor girl. She can barely speak and that eye-patch—

  “We can stay here for as long as you want.” Axel sets her on his lap and encloses her with his arms.

  His hazy eyes flick over me, sending coldness into my veins. A dreadful thought crosses my head. He would have killed me without hesitation to be with her had he married me. I just know that. He’s madly in love with Sive. He would have put a bullet into the back of my head during our wedding night.

  I shudder that thought off my head. Axel and Sive kiss like they are the only occupants of the garden and somebody’s hand clutches my arm. I look over my shoulder. Zane is standing behind me.

  “Shall we?” he says with a slight impatience.

  “Let’s go,” I say.

  We meander among the tables and my papa’s piercing glance follows me. But I don’t care. I don’t belong to him any longer. I belong to Zane now.

  We pass two bulls at the main door and Zane sits on his bike. He invites me with a gallant gesture to jump on it. I don’t hesitate. My hands gather up the draped hem of my gown, revealing knee-high boots.

  Zane holds his hand out for me and helps me sit behind him. The engine starts and I wrap my arms around him. We shoot forward, and I feel free for the first time in my life.

  I’m three years older than Zane but I’ve gained life experience like a sixteen-year-old. I lost my virginity with one of the bulls, and I don’t even want to remember that disaster. He made me feel nothing. He used me.

  I tried with another bull and it wasn’t any better so I decided to live like a nun. Now, I’m sitting behind a wonderful man who is everything I’d want in life. And who wants to be my husband.

  Life is malicious.

  We roar along the deserted road for about an hour. My hair is a mess and I shiver of cold.

  Zane parks in front of the garage and helps me jump off the bike. I saunter towards his house and he joins me, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

  “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs into my ear.

  Tears prick my eyes. He sounds so honest.

  “It isn’t that bad, is it, Brianna?”

  “You are a decent man I must admit.”

  “You don’t even know me.”

  “You don’t know me either. At all.”

  Zane chuckles and opens the door for us. “I know you enough. I will rip that horrible gown off you and then I will fuck the hottest woman on the face of the earth. And guess what? She is my wife. Wife.” He repeats the last word like he’s tasting it with pleasure.

  His left hand cups my breast and his hot lips touch my neck. An electric current surges through my body.

  We move across the living area and I turn around. Zane’s lips press against mine and his hand gathers my gown up. He touches my outer thigh then squeezes my ass cheek.

  I want him badly. But I can’t be with him.

  My hand plunges into the small sack attached to my waist and I close my fingers around the small syringe I put inside just before the wedding ceremony. Removing the needle cap, I grip the back of Zane’s neck with my other hand and wrap my thigh around his waist. He moves me backwards and my back rests against the wall. I kiss him deeper, entangling my tongue with his and he growls into my mouth like a contented bear.

  A thought flashes through my mind. We are as one now. I want to scream of despair, but instead I compose myself and take out the syringe. My hand sweeps and the needle jabs Zane’s arm.

  He pulls away from me, hissing like a cobra. “What the fuck?”

  “I’m really sorry.”

  “What did you do?” He removes the syringe from his arm and sways, then falls on his bottom, jerking his hands behind his back for support.

  “You will sleep for a few hours. That’s all.”

  “You drugged me?”

  “I had to.”

  He shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “I would be a good husband to you.”

  “I know.”

  “Why don’t you want to give me a chance?” His voice falters and I know that his mind is filling with a fog.

  “I can’t, Zane. Just try to understand.”

  Zane collapses on the floor, unconscious.

  “I know you would be a good husband to me,” I murmur. “But I want to be free. Free from my daddy, his bulls, his dark secrets, you and the MC stuff. Sayonara.”

  I back up and leave the house. There is enough money in my secret bank account for at least three years of a comfortable life. I will be free.

  My boots click against the ground as my eyes travel to Zane’s bike. I can ride a bike. Daddy taught me to ride a bike. He also taught me to fight and shoot a gun.

  Sabrina Atkinson. My new name. I will find a job and a nice place to live. I will take a cat form a pet rescue centre. I will be free and happy.

  I will just need to fill the hollow in my chest with something else because my heart has stayed with Zane.

  I didn’t expect that complication and I have just realised I’m in love with my husband. Life is sometimes ridiculous.

  Chapter 30

  Axel

  Sive purrs like a cat as her naked body arches against mine. I glide my palm over her enormous pregnant belly and kiss her neck. She moans softly and pushes her ass against my groin. The smell of her light sweat teases my nostrils, sends a tingle across my skin, fills me with greed like a sweet aphrodisiac is diffusing into my whole being.

  It’s late in the morning. The sun’s rays filter through the gaps between the curtains. The hot bubbly cloud of our desire coats us, sheltering us like we’re in another realm.

  We are lying on our sides, and I’m fucking my wife slowly from behind. Her body is so pleasantly soft to touch now. So tempting. So fucking beautifully curvy. I guess I will make her permanently pregnant.

  I thrust into her gently, and she tenses in my arms. Her breath halts as her forehead wrinkles. There is nothing more beautiful and more arousing to me than watching her face sharpened by pleasure.

  Her pussy contracts, massaging my cock and I push into her once more. My toes curl as pleasure rolls over me.

  I’m still buried inside her as the haze in my head clears. My mouth touches her shoulder and I plant kisses up to her neck and cheek. Sive waves her hand like I’m an annoying fly and she moves away from me. Her breathing steadies and she falls asleep.

  She’s so pleasantly slow now. Sleepy all the time. So absolutely mine.

  My palm rests against her pregnant belly and the baby kicks me. My son. I will hold him in my arms soon. Now I’m playing with him, trying to catch his tiny heels poking through Sive’s belly.

  My eyes flick over our wedding photo hanging on the wall. A monster and an angel one can tell.

  A sense of absolute certainty fills me. I have one goal in my life—to make my beloved wife feel happy and safe.

  Sive shudders and squeaks like a mouse. She has another nightmare, but I know what to do. I draw her closer to me and enclose her with my arms. Her back moulds against my chest.

  “It’s okay, baby,” I say into her ear and she sighs with relief. “You’re safe. It’s over.”

  I will be for her to soothe her fears and nightmares for the rest of my life.

  I will spend every night with her.

  I will make sure her gallery brings a stable income because that will make her happy.

  I will always choose my son and wife.

  I haven’t abandoned the club, but since Zane is
the president I can focus only on my family.

  I love being a husband and father. I don’t want more in life. Maybe I would want Zane to stop looking for his crazy wife.

  He’s fucking mad about that worthless bitch. Focused only on one goal—to find her.

  Sive sighs and strokes my arm with her palm.

  “You were supposed to sleep until the afternoon,” I say and kiss her temple.

  “A-xel,” Sive hums.

  My mouth moves down to her lips, and we kiss. My palm cups her enormous breast and my dick grows hard again. I stroke myself then enter my wife’s hot pussy in one firm thrust.

  I love being a husband and I love fucking my wife.

  Our bodies sway as one. Sive moans and I thrust into her faster.

  I love Sundays.

  We wake up late in the morning, fuck to the point of exhaustion and visit my parents in the afternoon. Ma is crazy about Sive and her pregnancy. She feeds my wife like we are expecting triplets.

  Sive gasps into my mouth as I push into her one more time and pleasure ripples through me.

  Now, I need some proper sleep.

  The front door bangs and Sive shudders in my arms.

  “What the fuck,” I mutter under my breath.

  “Axel,” Zane’s impatient voice comes from downstairs.

  My brother hasn’t learnt yet that he shouldn’t visit us without calling us first.

  I get up and slide into my jeans. My mind has a dense fog and an urge to murder flows in my veins. I walk downstairs and stop at the bottom of the stairs as my eyes travel to a man standing next to Zane.

  “Jax,” I growl. “It’s really you. Long time no see.”

  What a surprise. I haven’t seen Jax for a year and a half or so. He’s Blaze’s first son who’s very uninterested in being a regular member of the Shadow Wolves MC. His life passes with travelling around the world and sending us postcards.

  Jax steps towards me and we hug, slapping each other’s backs.

  “Sit down,” I say as my palm rests against the back of my neck.