Blood's Angel (Wolfsbane Ridge MC Series Book 3)

by Marissa Ann

  “I will think of a fitting punishment for you half pint, don’t you worry about that! And furthermore, I think all of you owe Fang a huge apology for what you did to him!”

  The women sit quietly as if truly chastised although we all know them better than that.

  “One last question. Just where in the actual fuck did you all find frogs this time of year?” The girls all cut their eyes towards Fiona who pretends to have not heard the question. “You know what?” Timber sighs as he continues. “I don’t even want to know.” He shakes his head as everyone continues breakfast.

  Miranda

  I watch as Blood moves around the bedroom finding everything he needs. The guys have a meeting soon that will happen in the office at the shop.

  “You girls are to stay inside this clubhouse until we get back. Understand?”

  “Yes, we’ll stay put. What did Timber mean by you guys giving us our punishment?” I ask out of curiosity.

  “He means we should give you a spanking.” He smiles in my direction.

  “That doesn’t sound too bad to me.” I smile back at him through the mirror on the wall, surprising him.

  Walking up behind me, he presses his front to my back and I arch into him. Thoughts swirl in my head at the possibilities.

  “Are you getting wet thinking about my hand spanking that ass as I plow into you from behind?” He whispers into my ear.

  “Yes.” I groan as his cock hardens in his pants and presses into my ass.

  “Uhmmm, too bad it has to wait for now. But just so you know, I will make sure you still feel the sting of my hand the next morning.” He whispers as he nibbles on my ear before pushing away and heading out the door leaving me a whimpering turned on mess.

  Getting back into the main part of the clubhouse, I find the other girls in the sitting area trying to find something to watch on the big screen. Fang is in a chair across the room still fuming.

  “Fang, we really are sorry.” I say to him.

  “I may be the youngest in the club, but I am tired of you women treating me like I am just a kid! Mina, you embarrassed me in front of the other brothers.” He throws the last part in her direction.

  “I really am sorry Fang. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You know, even if it had been my Ol’ Man on duty, I’d have done the exact same thing to him as well.” She shrugs.

  “Really? You’d have done that to Timber?” He asks with skepticism.

  “Absolutely. I did the same recipe on my brother Reaper when I was still in high school.”

  “What did he do?”

  “He whipped my ass good is what he did. However, it did not stop me from doing it again or him falling for it again.” Her admission gets everyone laughing.

  “Just so you know I will NOT be falling for it again!” Fang declares as our laughter gets even louder.

  Blood

  Baratta left to go meet Tony Marcus at the airport before bringing him to the shop to speak with us. We left the women at the clubhouse with Fang and Dane watching over them. Hopefully they stay out of trouble until this meeting is over.

  “Hey, I found a few mentions of “Ghost” in association with the Marcus family buried deep within the FBI case files.” Snake sits his computer down on the table, clicks around a bit and moves back for Timber to look at it.

  “What exactly am I looking at?” Timber asks as he looks over the page.

  “Italian military records for a man named Alessandro Baratta, AKA Ghost. He is highly trained in warfare, hand to hand combat and was one of the greatest snipers in Italian history. He even received a highly decorated honorable discharge.”

  “That would explain how it's hard to find information on him with the military and government keeping it all hush hush. But how the fuck did he get mixed up in the Italian mob?” I ask with confusion.

  “That part is what is interesting. Alessandro Baratta does not technically exist. Other than the records you see, there is no other paper trail. Not even a birth record. There is one mention of “Ghost” by an informant to the FBI. That informant has since gone missing.” Snake answers with a shake of his head.

  “What exactly was the FBI investigating at the time?” Timber asks.

  “I have no idea. That part of the case files was completely gone. Only someone really high up could have erased files completely from the server like that.”

  Each of us were having deep thoughts about everything Snake was able to find when we hear vehicles pulling up. Snake shuts off his laptop and closes it up.

  We watch as Baratta opens the back door of a car with tinted windows and a very well dressed man steps out.

  His hair is gray at the temples but he doesn’t look to be more than fifty years old. He turns holding his hand out, helping a beautiful woman out of the car.

  “Good evening gentlemen.” His accent is even heavier than Baratta’s. “I am Tony Marcus and this is my wife, Morgania.” He introduces himself with a smile.

  “Nice to meet you. I’m Timber and these are my brothers.”

  “May we sit down somewhere gentlemen?” Marcus suggests.

  “Of course.” Timber looks over at Marcus’ wife.

  “I have no secrets from her so we can speak freely.” Marcus smiles at his wife who takes a seat at a table we had set up earlier.

  “The package you wanted still breathing is in a shed on the back part of the property here.”

  “Oh I had no doubt about that. Baratta has kept me well informed the last few days.” He takes a seat next to his wife. “I understand that you have questions concerning a Miss Grayson that was somehow involved with Raymond Stein.”

  “Yes. She belongs to Blood here and if need be we all will fight to the death to protect her.” Timber looks him directly in the eye.

  “That will not be an issue.” Marcus waves his hand as if to dismiss the idea. “I do not condone such behavior as sex trafficking or the torturing of women. It is our job as men to protect them.” He reaches over and holds his wife's hand. “You look as though you are unsure to believe me.”

  “Well we did look into your family. You are not exactly law abiding citizens.” Snake says from his chair.

  “Ah. But neither are any of you. I know all about every one of you, this club and even your women. You really didn’t think I wouldn’t have you all checked out too right?”

  “Fair enough. So what now?” Timber relaxes a bit in his seat.

  “We would like to find somewhere to stay a few nights before we head back to New Orleans to deal with my nephew. We’ll take Ray back with us. Baratta will arrange that.” He looks to Baratta who nods once.

  “We have a cabin currently available if you are interested.” Timber offers.

  “What do you think sweet?” Marcus asks his wife who still hasn’t said anything.

  “That would be amazing. You know how much I love the mountains.” She replies with a huge smile on her face.

  “I’ll get one of my men to show you where the cabin is so that you may get settled. You both are also more than welcome at the clubhouse for dinner if you would like.”

  “I would like that very much! I was so hoping to meet the women Baratta was telling me about.” Her face lights up as she looks toward Timber who looks over at Baratta.

  “She knows about the box and the frogs.” Baratta shrugs.

  “Now don’t you be getting any crazy ideas from these young ladies now sweet. My old heart can’t take it.” Marcus holds his hand to his heart while giving her a serious look.

  “There is nothing wrong with your heart old man.” She laughs as she walks toward their car.

  “Not any more there’s not.” I overhear Marcus whisper as he watches his wife.

  Miranda

  I’m just getting out of the shower when Blood comes into the bedroom for the night. Dinner lasted longer than normal with having all the new company for the night.

  I was completely blown away by how much I truly enjoyed spending time with Mrs. Marcus. />
  The Marcus family kept apologizing for what I went through, they even offered to ‘fix’ everything. I bet I could have asked for anything in the world and they would have made it happen, but everything I want is right here.

  There is a gleam in Blood’s eyes tonight, he is planning something. I’m willing to bet that something has to do with me. He has been giving me predatory winks all night. I might be in serious trouble here. The minute he locks the door behind him I know.

  I slowly start to back away but suddenly Blood is right in front of me. He scoops me up into his arms and whispers in my ear, “I still owe you a spanking my Angel.”

  Before I can even blink my towel is gone and I am draped over his knees. I look up in confusion, wondering how we got from there to here so fast. However; I don’t even have a minute to think when I feel the first smack of his hand on my ass. It takes a few seconds for the sting of pain to reach my brain.

  Blood is mumbling something and I have to really pay attention for his words to make sense.

  “Silly woman did you think I would let you put yourself in danger?” Smack his hand lands on a different spot. “I wonder how many of these it will take to teach you a lesson?” Smack “Did you think nobody would find out?” smack. Then he rubs my ass, as if trying to push the lesson in.

  His hands wander over my cheeks and down into my folds. When he quickly pulls his hand back at what he finds. Yep, I am dripping wet and it’s not from my shower. Blood looks at his hands for a second and if I didn’t already know I was in trouble I knew now.

  “So,” He asks me,” You like that huh? This isn’t supposed to be fun; it’s a punishment not playtime.”

  Then he begins to spank me more seriously. After about twenty I can feel the sting on my ass so badly that I want to cry but even worse my pussy is dripping wet, begging for him to fill me up.

  Blood pulls me up so I am sitting on his lap now and wraps his arms around me. “When I came upstairs and you weren’t in our room waiting where I expected you, I thought you had been taken again right under my nose. Angel you are my light, my heart and my life. Do you have any idea how that felt to think I lost you?”

  OH MY GOD! I think there are tears in his voice. The spanking didn’t bother me, it only turned me on but I made this big strong biker man cry. I feel my heart break at the thought.

  I wrap my arms around him and promise I will involve him in any future mischief. Even though I am unsure if I can always keep that promise. I have a feeling that being friends with the girls will get me quite a few spankings over the years. The side of my mouth slightly lifts at the thought.

  Blood slowly starts peppering my face with kisses as he maneuvers my body down onto the bed. I expect to get a fast hard fuck but instead he slows down. It’s as if he wants to get to know my body all over again.

  His hands cup my breasts but his lips haven’t stopped kissing me. I can feel him lowering himself inch by inch. While he is focusing on me, he doesn’t notice my hands creeping towards his glorious dick. I hear him suck in a breath as my fingers curl around his cock.

  This! This moment when we are holding each other in the dark, when we are sharing our bodies and our souls connect makes the hell of the last few months disappear.

  I stroke him as his mouth continues to leave a trail of kisses down towards my pussy. It’s getting harder to hold on to his cock in this position but I don’t want to let go. I might belong to Blood but he belongs to me.

  Suddenly he is gone from my hand but something much better is happening. “Oh My God!” I scream as Blood’s tongue starts lapping at juices flowing between my legs.

  I look down watching his head move as he starts licking my pussy like it’s his favorite food. I don’t know how long I can hold on; he is taking his time making sure he doesn’t leave a centimeter of pussy untouched. “Blood, Blood, Blood” I am chanting.

  “Let go.” he tells me. Like I even have a choice anymore. I scream as the most intense orgasm of my life rips through my body. Then he is up and over me but he is not moving. Just holding a plank position over top of my body.

  “I love watching you come for me, My Angel.” He says and slips into me. The moment his cock is buried inside me I lose all thought and ability to speak. I can only moan and grunt as he moves his dick in and out hitting every sensitive spot I possess.

  I am close, so close. Suddenly Blood stops and pulls away. I whimper and reach for him, I want to pull him back into me, but he evades my reaching arms and flips me over.

  “Get on your knees, Angel.”

  I draw my knees up under me and he slips into me from behind. This new angle fills me up even more. I don’t think I can hold out much longer. Blood’s hands are twisting in my hair; he pulls my head back as he thrust in and out of me. I can only scream as tremors ripple through me. Then I am lost in the darkness that overtakes my vision.

  Just seconds after I experience a mind blowing orgasm I feel Blood follow me over the cliff. Breathless and exhausted he wraps his arms around me and together we fall into peaceful dreams. I am his and he is mine.

  Blood

  I wake up wrapped around my woman. Last night didn’t exactly go as planned. I revealed more of myself than I intended to but Dear Lord the beautiful way her ass turned pink under my hands and the way her pussy dripped and begged for me. I couldn’t help myself.

  Miranda Grayson is my Angel, my everything. I look at her and feel like I am home. Not a location, not the club I have dedicated my life to. Angel is my home; I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe and by my side for the rest of our lives.

  It is still early and after last night I don’t want to disturb her sleep. We went a few rounds and I wore her out. So I snuggle as close as I can and with a smile on my face drift back to sleep.

  I wake up again with a moan on my lips as I look down at my Angel sucking my cock. I could get used to waking up this way. I wrap my hands in her hair. She looks up at me with the most beautiful eyes and a smile on her face.

  “Angel, Baby please don’t stop.” I beg.

  She gets a twinkle in her eyes as she moves her mouth up and down, stroking my cock with her lips. She stops. As I’m about to beg for more, her tongue pokes out of her puffy lips and my Angel licks me like an ice cream cone.

  Oh God, did I say Angel? This woman is no Angel; she is the devil in disguise, a temptress, a succubus. She sucks my cock back into her mouth and I can do nothing but thrust deep into her throat. She gags a little but when I try to pull back she pinches my thigh.

  I can’t take it anymore. I am going to blow but I don’t want to cum in her mouth. I grab her by her shoulders and pull her off my cock. She whimpers as I do so. Dear God my woman is whimpering for my cock but I can’t give in. I toss her on the bed and bury myself deep inside her core. I can’t hold out long but I am right where I want to be as we orgasm together.

  Miranda

  Blood and I showered together this morning. Shower sex is not as fun they make it sound in books, but I am still ok with that.

  I go to the kitchen to help the girls with breakfast. Usually the Yotes are in charge of cooking but we still have Mr. and Mrs. Marcus here, so the girls and I decided we wanted to prepare their food instead of subjecting them to the half dressed, sometimes crude, women of the club.

  Mrs. Marcus is quickly becoming one of us, so I am not really surprised to find her in the kitchen with Mina, Bella and Fiona. As soon as I walk in the door she throws her arms around me. I’m a little surprised but this woman could easily be one of us.

  “Come, I want to talk to you girls before the men come charging in.” She says. Once she has our attention... She pulls cards out of her pocket and slips one to each of us. “This is my number; I want you each to have it. If you ever need me for anything and I mean anything. You call me. Promise me you will do so. I don’t care if you just want to talk, if you need a break from all this testosterone or if you need a hitman. You call me!”

  We laugh a little at
her hitman comment although we all are fairly certain that she is dead serious about it. After hugs all around we get back to preparing breakfast.

  Sitting down at the table with our men, I notice that Bella and Mina seem to sit a bit lightly and I can’t help the giggle that escapes. I know what all of us were doing last night.

  Blood puts his arm around me, while talking to Timber and I realize he didn’t even know he did it. It was a reflex every time I am close to him he touches me in some way as if to reassure himself that I am there. I snuggle closer with a smile as I think about last night and how well he loved me.

  I am right where I want to be. With Blood’s arms around me surrounded by the people I have grown to respect and love. This is my family.

  Chapter 12

  Miranda

  “God, I love the view from this porch!” Staring out over the landscape, I can see the mountain peaks in the distance still covered in snow while the flowers bloom around the flower beds.

  “It is very beautiful.” Looking over I see Blood looking right at me instead of the view in front of us.

  You aren’t even looking at the mountains!” I accuse with a smile.

  “There’s no need when I can look at your beauty.”

  “You are such a dork sometimes!” I throw a cushion from the swing at him as he laughs.

  “Do you need another spanking?” His eyes lit up with his own question.

  “You mean like the one I got because of the frogs?” I ask innocently. “Because if my memory serves correctly, that spanking worked more for my own favor than for yours.”

  “I wouldn’t be too sure about that. You still couldn’t sit without feeling the sting the next morning. All of you girls looked a bit uncomfortable that morning as a matter of fact.”

  “I had much rather had that spanking than the deal poor Fiona got.”