Now they’re all staring at a bronze-eyed dog named Beowulf, who the kids have told me they need to take home because their dad is a Viking. The look on the woman’s face when she heard them say that about made me crack up.
“Well, it seems like the kids are taken with him, and he is with them. Would your husband mind if you took him home? Beowulf has been with us for ages, over a year now,” the woman, Miranda, says to me with desperate eyes.
I can’t believe what she just said.
My husband.
She clears her throat and speaks up again, “He’s never done this well with children before. While he was never a risk to them, he never enjoyed them. Not with your kids. He loves them.” I glance over to Beowulf and the kids, watching Oskar and Emil rub his belly while Astrid’s on the ground getting her faced licked ridiculously by this guy.
I suck in a deep breath, knowing I’m about to get myself in deep shit. “What breed is he again?”
“An Akita, and he’s eight years old. He’s neutered, up to date on all his shots, is microchipped, and his adoption fee is waived this month since it’s senior dog awareness month.” Miranda goes on to tell me.
“Please!” the kids speak up in unison, staring directly into my eyes.
Fuck it.
“Where do I fill out an application?” I question Miranda. She hands me a tablet, telling me to fill out all the information, and so I fill it out. I haven’t had a pet in years, so I answer honestly when it comes to my vet references and all, but I’m as honest as I can be with her. Within twenty minutes, I’m holding a leash in my hand with a massive bronze-eyed, chocolate and obsidian colored Akita with white legs. He’s gorgeous, and he’s so well mannered, but the way he is with the kids totally sold me on him.
The kids and I end up going back to their house and I bring Beowulf with us. He’s so well-mannered it’s insane. He simply lays by my feet as I’m doing chores around the house, and after a while, if I’m moving too much, he sticks right next to Astrid, like he’s her best buddy.
The back door opens and a growling sound rings out in the kitchen as I’m preparing to cook burgers for everyone.
“The fuck is that?!” Fenrir’s voice booms out from around me, looking straight at Beowulf who’s guarding Astrid.
“This is my puppy! Isn’t he the cutest, Daddy?!” Astrid rises and rushes over to her father, wraps her arms around his leg, and looks up into his eyes.
Beowulf instantly relaxes when Astrid embraces her father. It’s like he knows that Fenrir is safe and he doesn’t have to worry. Instead of baring his teeth and growling, he begins to wag his tail and ducks his head a bit, showing Fenrir he’s a good boy.
“Charm, what did you do?” Fenrir asks me with wide eyes.
“We went to the park after the zoo, and they had adoptable dogs, and he just fell in love with the kids. I couldn’t say no. Plus, he’s old and he’s been at the shelter a while because of it. Apparently, he can be the only dog in the home, too, so we’re the perfect family for him.”
Fenrir immediately smiles at what I’ve said, and it hits me at this moment. I said we’re. I didn’t say them. I said we.
God.
His smile stays plastered on his face and he can’t hide it at all. He’s not even making any efforts, almost like the thought must be amusing him or something.
Astrid yawns loudly and walks away from her dad. “I’m sleepy, I take the puppy with me, okay?!” she says excitedly like she isn’t asking a question.
Fenrir takes a step toward her and kneels down. “Sweetie, I don’t know if it’s a good idea. The puppy . . . er . . .”
“Beowulf,” I fill him in on his name.
“Beowulf is new to us and needs to get used to the family. I don’t think he should be sleeping with you just yet, okay?”
Astrid immediately starts crying and Beowulf crosses the distance between them, starts whining loudly and begins licking her face. “Fenrir, I think he’ll be okay with her. It’s obvious he adores Astrid.” I’m putting myself in the middle of something that’ll likely make Fenrir have another issue with me, but I think Astrid and Beowulf need each other. I know he hasn’t been with her long, but their bond is unbreakable and it’s obvious. He’s been with her every second of the day since they met.
Fenrir inhales deeply through his nose and grits his teeth. “Fine.”
Oskar and Emil end up making their way upstairs as soon as Astrid’s gone up with Beowulf and Fenrir has the same smirk on his face he’s been sporting the last twenty minutes. “I’m surprised you haven’t ripped into me yet.”
He cocks a brow. “Now, why would I wanna do that?”
I gulp. “I brought a dog to your house. A big, scary dog that growls at you and protects your little girl like he’s been bonded with her his entire life.”
Fenrir nods. “Yeah, and somehow I don’t wanna choke you out right now. Probably the first time ever if you ask me.”
Baffled, my mouth drops open and Fenrir takes a couple steps closer to me. “Wow, you’re . . . you’re something else.”
“Mhm, I know I am. Now, you gonna stay for a drink tonight or what?”
I blink a few times at him, not sure if I’m hallucinating or what. “Sorry, what was that?”
“I asked if you’re gonna stay for a drink, Charm. We’ve been makin’ eyes at each other for a bit now, and to be frank, I can only wrap my palm around my dick so many times. Every time I close my eyes I see you, and fuck, I know it’s wrong but I can’t stop—”
I don’t know what takes over me, but I take a step toward him and stand up on my tippy toes until my lips are crashing against his. He kisses me in a rough, callous way. The kind that any alpha man would, the kind that makes you think you’re going crazy. It makes every part of your body warm up like you’ve just been lit on fire.
Out of nowhere it’s like all of my senses come rushing back to me, and I run out through the kitchen, push through the back door and head straight home, clutching the necklace Amanda bought me not long before her death.
I kissed my dead friend’s ex-husband, and no matter what, it’s not acceptable.
Oh god, what have I done?
What can of worms have I opened up now?
Chapter Fourteen
Fenrir
What the fuck just happened?
Hell, did it even happen?
Oh yeah. It happened and I wish it continued to happen.
Damn, today has been one of those days.
First, I come home after killing a man to find a dog my kids adopted with the help of Charm. Then the woman kisses me and runs away as if Skoll and Hati were on her heels hunting her like she were the sun and moon.
I’ve never, not once, had a woman run from me. Normally it’s the woman chasing after me, wanting my attention at least for the night. That or they’re already on their knees, ready and willing to do as I please.
Shit.
What the hell do I do now?
I can’t just leave things be now. Not after that kiss.
Knowing what she tastes like now, I’ll never get her out of my head. I should’ve known when I claimed her to my brothers that I really meant it and wasn’t speaking out my ass to keep my brothers from her. It’s just a matter of getting her to understand it as well.
Finishing the rest of my drink, I take my glass to the kitchen and put it in the sink. With the kids asleep, and a dog in my daughter’s bed, I think of Charm. I never had the opportunity to get her a drink, but fuck if I didn’t have one after she ran off. I knew better than to run after her, though. She needs space and it’s obvious as fuck.
My mind replays our little kiss on the couch, and my cock throbs for more of her. She’s all I seem to be able to think of and I need more.
Charm had changed, after coming back from the zoo with the kids, into a flowy sundress that I would’ve loved to see hiked over her waist while I bent her over to take in the view of her bare ass. Or better yet, remove it altogether. Leaving her
in only the necklace hanging around her neck.
Was it the necklace I’d given Amanda the money to buy for her? Either way, it had been beautiful sitting against Charm’s chest. It suited her and the way she seemed to be.
I’m consumed with my thoughts of all things Charm, I didn’t hear the bikes coming down the road. I didn’t notice until Runes, Dag, Rati, and Logi step inside.
“What the fuck, VP?” Dag mutters, looking at me sitting on the couch with my hands braced on my knees, holding my head within them. “Prez, I think we need more than the one bottle of liquor tonight.”
“I’m good,” I mutter. “I just got a lot on my mind.”
“You can say that again. Shit, today was gruesome,” Logi grimaces as he moves further into the house.
“So, what’s on your mind?” Rati asks, and I look between all the men to meet my Prez’s gaze.
“Is it wrong of me to want someone after losing someone like Amanda?” I ask the question before stopping myself. None of them know what’s going through my mind right now, or how crazy I feel from it all. Fuck, it’s practically ripping me in two.
“Shit, VP,” Runes says, stepping further into the house and throwing himself into the recliner. “I don’t think it’s wrong. Honestly, you two hadn’t been together in years. What you to had together was something special and unique. I wish Tor’s mom wasn’t a bitch, maybe then we’d get along a hell of a lot better. Anyways, what I’m getting at is Amanda wanted you happy we all knew that.”
“Just go fuck the neighbor and be done with the bitch talkin’ like you’ve got a pussy between your legs,” Logi snickers.
“Fuck you, asshole,” I say, giving him a menacing glare.
“No thanks. I prefer a set of soft legs with a sweet rack attached to the body rather than a hard dick and pecs,” Logi laughs and plops down on the loveseat.
“Why haven’t we killed him yet?” Dag grumbles.
“I don’t know, but he needs to shut the fuck up before I gut his ass here and now,” I mutter.
“Just saying it how it is, VP.” Logi shrugs.
“Well, keep it to yourself,” I grumble.
“I thought you claimed her already,” Rati points out.
“Yeah, I did, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready for this shit,” I grumble.
“Well, why not? I have to agree with Logi on the fact you should go over there and fuck her brains out. Show her what she’s missing out on.” Rati grins.
“I do need to go over there and have a talk with her,” I murmur to myself while leaning back into the couch and running a hand over my face. “You guys cool with staying here and keeping an eye on the kids for me?”
“Naw, go take care of your woman,” Runes chuckles. “And no more of this bitch talk otherwise, we’re gonna be the next to grow vaginas and that shit ain’t gonna happen to me.”
Shaking my head, I stand.
“Ugh, before you go, you might wanna change your clothes. You have some dried blood on your shirt and jeans,” Dag advises.
Fuck.
I quickly go to my room and change out of my clothes and throw a pair of basketball shorts on, forgoing a shirt altogether. I decide to go out the backdoor and cross the grass leading up to her back porch and knock.
“Open up, baby. I know you’re in there,” I say, hearing movement on the other side of the door.
The lock slides and the door opens slowly to reveal the sight of her. She’d already changed out of her sundress into something similar to this morning’s outfit when I’d come to get her for breakfast.
“We need to talk, Charm,” I rasp, loving the sight of her with the moonlight shining over her like a beacon. One that keeps me from wanting to crash and burn. Or better yet calls for me to take her into my arms and not let go as I make her mine.
Maybe Amanda was right all along, and I should have listened to her during those times she’d wanted me to meet Charm.
Just maybe . . . maybe Charm is the one meant to be mine and take the maliciousness out of my soul.
Chapter Fifteen
Charm
“It’s late, Fenrir. I’m tired.” It’s a bullshit excuse, but I’ll try it. I’m not tired. I’m rattled. Rattled because this man is making me feel things I never thought I would. I mean, fuck, I want to feel this way with someone, whether it be a man or a woman, but this man? Amanda’s ex . . . it’s too weird.
I’m wearing a t-shirt with a pair of bike shorts, and obviously no bra underneath. I can’t miss the way his eyes linger on my rack for a few seconds too long. My core heats up at the thought of him raking over my body, wondering what he’s thinking about me, but I need to snap myself out of it.
“I think that’s a bullshit excuse.” Well, he’s not wrong.
“Fenrir, I can smell the alcohol on your breath.”
He nods. “Yeah, I had a drink. I’m not drunk by any means, baby.”
We can’t do this. The kids are so important to me, and I don’t want to lose them if we go down this road and it doesn’t work out. I don’t have much family that supports me, but the last thing I want to do is risk losing them, not when we’ve all lost so much. We’ve lost too much, and in my opinion, this is too risky.
“We can’t do this,” I make my thoughts known. “I made a mistake.”
“What’re you thinking right now?” Fenrir speaks up, demanding for me to give him an answer.
“We can’t do this. Amanda was my friend. She was your ex. This isn’t okay. We’re crossing a line here.”
“The last time I was with Amanda was the night Astrid was conceived, and it was years ago. We hadn’t been a couple in ages, Charm.”
I shake my head, taking a step backward. “We can’t do this, Fenrir.”
Fenrir takes a step closer into the doorway, cocking a brow. “Do you honestly believe that?”
I don’t, or I don’t know if I do. Fuck!
I furrow my brows and start to speak, but he slams his lips down onto mine. It’s like when fire and ice meet at the same time. Two incredible forces crashing into one another, and you never know which will succeed, the fire or the ice.
Fenrir wraps his hand around the small of my back and deepens the kiss. Shoving his tongue past my teeth, I give in to what he’s doing. I snake my hands around his neck and moan slightly into his mouth.
In a matter of minutes he’s pushing his way into my foyer and we’re in the living room. I’m pawing at his shirt and tossing it onto the floor, while he slips his hand under my shirt, lifts it over my head, and throws it on the floor.
His eyes stare down at my breasts and after a minute or so of him staring I’m worried he’s not approving . . . that there’s something he doesn’t like about my body, but he clears his throat. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
He kneels down and wraps his mouth around one of my nipples, while his hand tends to the other one. With his tongue circling my nipple and his teeth gnawing down on the hard bud, his fingers do the same to the alternate.
I moan and my center grows wetter, desperate for some sort of action. It’s been too long since I’ve even pleasured myself and I crave feeling something more than he probably knows.
“Fenrir,” I moan his name lightly, leaning my head against the back of the wall.
He releases my breasts and rises, towering over me like the relentless Viking he is. I swallow hard and look up into his eyes, and with no words spoken he pulls down my shorts and drops his pants. His long cock is engorged and pulsating, precum coating his head. “I want to lick that pussy of yours like an Oreo, but fuck if I don’t wanna fill you up first,” he hisses. Grabbing the back of my head he yanks on my hair.
I yelp and heat rushes through me. He turns me around and puts pressure on the back of my neck, almost making me touch my toes. “I’m gonna get deep in this pussy of yours,” he promises. Dipping two fingers inside he pushes in and out, making my center grow even wetter for him.
I gnaw on my bottom lip, shimmying my hips at him, desp
erate for more, and out of nowhere, he takes his fingers out of me and replaces them with his cock. He takes no time allowing my body to adapt to his size, fucking me like I’m a doll, taking exactly what he wants from me.
He pulls my hair and forces me to stand up. I don’t even think I’m standing on the floor at this point. He’s so deep inside me, and with one hand around my torso strumming my clit like a guitar, while the other’s holding my jaw . . . I’m in heaven.
“I’m going to make you scream my name, baby, just you wait,” he whispers against my ear, sucking my earlobe into his mouth. His fingers grow more intense as they strum against my clit and I’m riddled with fear as I get closer to orgasming.
“Fenrir, I don’t want to be someone you just fuck.”
“What? Why the fuck you bringing this up now?” he demands.
“I just . . . I don’t want you to roll up in me whenever you want.” Amanda didn’t tell me much, but she told me about patch bunnies and clubwhores. She kinda shared the negative parts of the biker lifestyle with me when I think about it.
Fenrir rams his cock into me so hard his balls slap against my wet pussy. “I don’t roll into anyone, baby, but you’re the type of woman I’d park my cock in. You feel me?”
Fenrir pinches my clit, and within a millisecond, I’m squirting around his raging hard cock. His words settle deep into my mind and I’m not even sure what to say to him. What the fuck can I say to that?
Chapter Sixteen
Fenrir
In all my years of fuckin’ women, I’ve never in my life felt what I just experienced with Charm in my arms. Not even with Amanda, if I’m being honest with myself.
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