Her Prince (The Wounded Souls Series Book 6)

by Leah Sharelle

  It was near impossible to keep myself from pranging my bike and looking for a name on a cut, but I knew he was one of the five. He had a grudge, and outlaw clubs took those seriously.

  Guts moved closer to our lane, still on the wrong side of the road, but, thankfully, it was late, and this road was no longer part of the highway. Since the new freeway was built, this had become more of a back road, which was why I chose it. Fewer trucks travelled it, which meant the surface was still in good shape. And fewer cars, which was just as well with these lunatics riding in the oncoming lane.

  Guts smiled menacingly, then his hand came off the handlebar, and his arm stretched out and pointed in the direction of Shiloh. I nearly crashed my bike into him in rage when he then made a slicing motion across his throat.

  “You fucking even think of touching her, and I will cut your fucking heart out,” I screamed as loud as I could. My heart thundered in my chest, and my blood turned to ice. There was no way she was going to leave my sight ever again.

  Over the roar of my bike, I could hear his evil laughter, then as quick as that, all five bikes braked suddenly and took the turn-off that went to the old gas and fuel depot. Well, now we knew where their compound was. I made a fist and mimicked the signal Booth performed earlier. The quicker we got back home, the sooner I could get my arms around Shiloh and calm the rage boiling inside me. There was only one cure for that, and she was on a bike riding ahead of me, going at a speed that would scare some men—and doing a fucking amazing job of it.

  ***

  “What in the fuck was that?” Mannix shouted as he got off his bike and threw his helmet on the ground. If he was expecting an answer from me, he didn’t get one. I was already halfway across the parking lot, heading to my woman, who was doing the same as I was, heading my way as fast as her stiff hip allowed her.

  “Shiloh!” I picked up my pace and made it to her before she did any more damage to herself. As my arms wrapped around her body in a tight embrace, she wrapped hers around my shoulders. Her whole body trembled with adrenaline and probably a little fear, not surprising seeing as she rode like a bat of out hell getting back here.

  “Hey, baby, I got you. It’s okay, Spunky, I got you,” I murmured into her hair, my hands roaming all over her back and her hair, needing to reassure myself she was here and safe in my arms. “Fuck, I was so fucking scared, Shiloh. I know there is a chain of command we follow, but I have never wanted to break that more than I did today,” I admitted in a shaky voice.

  She nodded against my chest and fisted my hair at the back of my neck. “I know. It was like I could hear your thoughts. I knew you wanted to protect me, but you did exactly what you had to do. You stayed with the haul, kept them off Booth and me.”

  Shiloh pulled back just enough to brush her mouth against my throat. Small, wet warm kisses tickled my skin.

  “Thank you, Zander. You went against what you wanted to do, and instead, you did what you promised to do.”

  “It was the hardest fucking thing I have ever had to do, and I’m not going to lie… there was a minute there I wanted to say fuck it, and I was going to catch up with you.”

  “I’m glad you didn’t, honey. That sort of thing is part of the job, and hopefully, we don’t have to experience it ever again— But it means the world to me that you did.”

  I leaned down to kiss her when a ruckus at the other end of the lot caught my attention.

  “Zander! Shiloh!” my dad shouted, his face taut with rage as he sprinted towards us.

  “Dad—” I didn’t get to finish because his big body barrelled into me, the impact nearly sending Shiloh to the ground and only my hold on her keeping her upright.

  “Fuck.” Dad breathed, one hand gripping onto my upper arm, the other holding onto Shiloh’s shoulder.

  “Dad—”

  “Seb called, told us you had five Devil’s Advocates tailing you. My mind went right back to that day, and I thought—” His body shuddered, and I knew where his mind went. His first wife, who was my deceased aunt, was killed when a madman, the same madman who terrorised the club and Shiloh and who killed Darth, hit my dad’s bike from behind. Lila had been riding pillion, and she didn’t survive the accident. This situation was entirely different, but I could understand why it freaked him out.

  When Guts suggested with his actions that harm would come to Shiloh, all I could think then was no way she would survive being thrown from her bike at the speed she had been doing. Losing Shiloh, just the fucking thought of it—fuck no, just fuck no.

  “Creed, we are fine. Zander protected me. He, Mannix, and my dad did everything to keep us safe,” Shiloh assured him gently.

  Shiloh was just a little kid when my dad held himself back from living, which was what Mum called that period of Dad’s life. Until her, Dad never smiled, never laughed, he just lived in the past, blaming himself for his wife’s death. Dad and Shiloh had a bond. He’d spent a lot of time with her, babysat her as a baby, took her to work with him when she was a toddler. He helped raise her. Mum told me the story of when Shiloh saw him smile for the first time. She made it sound like a miracle or something. I couldn’t imagine my dad any other way. As younger kids, my brothers and sister saw nothing but a happy man. He smiled and joked, showered all of us with affection and love. I used to envy the love he had with Mum. I used to watch them when they went on their walks with Dad explaining the scenery in great detail so mum could see in her mind what he was seeing.

  It was around the time when I started to admit to my feelings for Shiloh that I started to want the same love my parents had. I wanted to be her someone she could lean on, depend on for comfort for the smallest reasons. I wanted to be the protector, the beacon of light, a safe place. I had that now, and I would be damned if a bunch of fuckwits was going to take that away from me.

  I heard another commotion, a feminine cry this time. It was Charlotte calling for her husband and daughter.

  “Go see your mum, Spunky. Booth is going to want a meeting, and then we are going home,” I said with a pointed look. She promised me something back at the truck rest stop, and I was collecting.

  “Home.” She pressed a kiss to my cheek, then leaned in and did the same to my dad. “Sounds good to me, honey.”

  Me too, beautiful, me too.

  Chapter 15

  Shiloh

  I was on the back of Zander’s bike after leaving mine at the compound. He was shocked when I walked straight up to his bike and threw my leg over it, then patted the seat in front of me. He hesitated only for a second. I caught the way he eyed one of the club’s utes, but he got on in front of me, reached back, and pulled me hard against him until there was no room to put even a piece of string.

  Two minutes into the ride home, my eyes refused to stay open, so I wound my arms around his waist, tucked my hands into the waistband of his jeans, laid my head on his back, and closed them.

  One of my first memories was being on my dad’s bike. He and Darth had customised a special harness that allowed them to strap me to their front. I even had a tiny pink helmet with extra layers of padding inside so it had a snug fit. All the guys took me on rides, picked me up from day care, and then later school. Everyone except Creed, who never took a passenger, not after what happened to his wife at the time. Tonight’s reaction back at the compound was because of that time, and I hated that the drama with the other bikers brought all that back for Creed. He spent far too many years of his life living in a black hole of grief and guilt. Then Memphis’s love and devotion showed him the light and that he needed to climb out of it. She brought his smile back, something I had been so happy to see. From birth to the age of four, I never saw it but wanted to so badly—until one day I did. That was one of my best memories of my childhood, seeing Creed smile.

  “Hey, Spunky, you getting off or sleeping here tonight?” I felt a light pinch on my thigh.

  Shocked, I saw we were in our driveway. Damn, my musings were getting out of control. I didn’t even remember
the ride home.

  “Getting off,” I confirmed around a yawn, but before l could lower my legs to the ground, Zander was off the bike, and I was lifted off and into his strong arms, the warmth of his expansive chest enveloping me.

  “Hmmm, I love that my prince is strong. Why do I need to use my legs when I have you around to carry me?”

  “I would carry you to the ends of the earth, baby,” Zander vowed, his lips touching my forehead in the sweetest kiss.

  I smiled at that. My Zander was a romantic who loved me with such fierceness that, at the start of our relationship, it had scared me sometimes. Not because he loved me but because he loved me so much. It was both a heady and a daunting feeling that such love existed and that I was part of something so strong, so beautiful. I was responsible for his heart and he mine, and while it was the only way to love, it was still scary.

  Once we got to the front door, I leaned out and keyed in the code for the lock, the light going from red to green and a click signalling the unlocking of the door. It was very cool having a keyless entry. Ford had it installed for me. His reasoning was if my hands were full of girl shit, I wouldn’t have to rummage through my massive fucking handbag—his words, not mine—to find my keys. I had to agree with him, not about my bag since a woman could never have a big enough handbag, but not having to search for keys was kinda groovy.

  “What do you want for dinner? Still in the mood for pizza?” Zander asked, setting me down on the ground in the foyer. He then shrugged off his cut and tossed it on the closest piece of furniture, which just happened to be the big black leather chair that belonged to Darth. It used to sit in the main room at the compound, but when I moved in here, it was the first thing I took with me. I had spent thousands of hours as a kid curled up in that recliner with Darth watching Tour of Duty and Frozen, just the two of us. It was one of my favourite possessions.

  “Nope, don’t feel like pizza.” I removed my cut and tossed it over Zander’s cut on the chair.

  “Chinese, Thai—Ewww, not that vegan shit you like.” Zander grimaced. He hated the vegan restaurant that opened in town not long ago. They had these dumplings that made my mouth water. Zander’s, not so much, so he doused his with tomato sauce to kill the wonderful flavours of the Vietnamese goodness. It nearly made me weep every time he did it.

  “Nope, don’t want that, either.” I hid my smile from Zander as an impatient growl left his lips. I knew what I wanted, and nothing, not even to-die-for dumplings, were going to get in my way from getting it.

  “Shiloh, it’s late, and we have had a bitch of a day— What are you doing?” The last word came out on a groan as my hands undid his belt and pants.

  “I’m having my dinner,” I said with an innocent expression. I dropped to my knees, grateful for the soft shaggy rug. My hips didn’t protest too much. I think the hours on the bike got all the kinks out of it.

  Quickly peeling his jeans down his thighs, taking his tight boxers with them, I spent a few frustrating minutes divesting Zander of his shoes so his pants could come all the way off. If I knew my prince, and I did very well, after a blow job, he usually got very turned on and out of control, and I usually ended up against a wall, my legs wrapped around him, or if he could walk, we would go to the closest seat where he would have me ride him while his hands drove my breasts crazy with lust. I was kinda hoping on the latter, but Zander could decide. I was happy with either scenario.

  I took his semi-hard dick in my hand and guided it to my mouth—talk about mouth-watering. This was much, much better than take-out.

  “Shiloh, you don’t have— Oh, fuck. Oh, fucking yes, that feels so fucking good.”

  I resisted the urge to giggle but couldn’t help it when I heard a thump on the wall. I knew without looking that Zander’s head was behind the thump—but taking his dick from my mouth to see was not happening.

  I worked my tongue up and down his thickening cock, and with each slow, languid pass of my tongue, he grew longer, the bulbous head of his cock going an angry shade of purple.

  “Stop teasing, Shiloh, and suck me. Take my dick in your mouth and— Oh, yes, just like that.” His hands came to rest on the top of my bobbing head, calloused fingers spearing through my long hair, silently urging me to go faster.

  I took his cock to the back of my throat and then hollowed in my cheeks, my mouth gliding up his shaft with just the right amount of suction. Over and over, I did this, spurred on by his erotic moans and groans. We weren’t quiet lovers, both of us very vocal with our encouragement. As far as I was concerned, the noises were part of the foreplay.

  “Play with my balls, baby, don’t forget my… mmm, yes, my, uh… balls.”

  I hummed around his cock in agreement and was rewarded with a small burst of pre-cum on my tongue, which I loved.

  I released him from my mouth with a pop and went straight for the big sacs of soft skin, large with a build-up of yummy just for me. My mouth watered for the third time with anticipation. Would he let himself explode in my mouth? Or was he going to fill me in other ways? Such a delightful dilemma to have.

  I ducked my head so I was face-to-face with his balls, then swiped my tongue around the bare skin. Zander liked to keep his genitals free from hair for some reason, something I was grateful for. Not that I found hair down there a turn-off because I didn’t. I loved sucking and licking him there, but the romance tended to flame out when one was faced with stopping to remove a pubic hair from one’s mouth. I did the same for him since Zander spent a copious amount of time between my thighs, and though I rarely went completely bare, I did make sure my pussy lips were free from hair. I was thoughtful like that.

  With my hands on the backs of Zander’s thighs, I opened my mouth and gently took one ball into my mouth, running my tongue around it like it was an everlasting gobstopper. His cock bounced in my face, and another bead of pre-cum formed at the tip, so I took my thumb and swiped it across the slit. I then wiped it on his other sac and immediately released his buddy to attack the other, making sure I licked the sticky treat.

  “Fuck, you are so good at that, so fucking good,” Zander said with a growl. Yes, he actually growled, the entire sentence, hand on heart, he growled.

  “I can’t get enough of your taste, honey,” I admitted before I plunged his cock back into my mouth, deep-throating him.

  “Fuck, no more! Shiloh, I am not coming in your mouth,” Zander declared.

  Okay then, option number two it seemed was on the cards. If I could have managed a smirk around his cock, I would have. Though Zander loved my oral skills and my attention to detail, he complained he could never last long after one, my concentration on the administration of the blow job making him come far too soon. Yay me!

  His hands slipped under my armpits and hauled me up against his body. At some point during my mouth and tongue show, Zander had rid himself of his shirt. Now all I could see was his impressive washboard abs and his chest, which was nearly hair free except for the dark line of hair that went down the middle of his chest to the promised land. Zander wasn’t overly keen on needles, which stemmed from an incident when we were teenagers, so he had no tattoos, which some people found weird for a biker. I didn’t though, his bare skin meant I could enjoy the view without any distractions.

  I had wanted my eyebrow pierced, but my parents weren’t keen on the idea and refused to pay for it. So I convinced Zander to do it for me. Needless to say, it hadn’t turned out as good as I had hoped. So, another trip to the ER left me with two stitches in my right brow and a very unhappy and freaked out Zander. Enough said about that memory.

  Within seconds, my clothes were removed, and I was up in his strong, capable arms being taken to the couch.

  “How is your hip?”

  I placed a kiss on his jaw, his concern overwhelming me.

  “I’m fine, honey. Please, make love to me,” I begged.

  “You consume me, Shiloh, everything about you. You are in my mind every second of the day, you take over my
every thought. If something had happened to you today, I… I can’t live without you, baby.”

  My heart clenched at his words. I hated that he felt so useless, standing back and watching. I couldn’t let him go on thinking like that.

  “Honey, nothing is going to happen. I have twelve strong, brave, honourable men at my back, the most important being you. Nothing will happen to me because you won’t let it,” I whispered against his mouth, his hard dick jutting between my thighs, wanting inside me.

  With a bit of moving and lifting, I positioned him at my wet entrance, thanks to his erotic noises, and sank slowly down his shaft. I deliberately clenched my core muscles as I took all of him into me. He loved it when I tightened around him like that. He said it felt like a silky vice squeezing him.

  “I will never let anything happen to you. You are mine to protect and love until my last breath, Shiloh. I love you so fucking much.” A deep animalistic moan left his throat as he began to rock up into me. With his arms holding me down on his lap, rocking was all that could be managed. He was so deep this way, his balls pressing against the crack of my arse and our chests pressed tightly together.

  “I love you, too, Zander, with every breath I take and every beat of my heart.”

  “Oh, baby, you unravel me with your sweet words. I fucking crave them when I’m not with you. Come with me, my love. Let’s find it together.” His arms slid slowly down the length of my back to find my arse cheeks. With a firm grip on each globe, Zander helped to rock me against him, our rhythm slow, our breathing fast. His mouth landed on my neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses as we both chased the ultimate, stupendous, breathtaking, earth-shattering climax.

  “Together,” I cried out just as those feelings racked our bodies at the same time.

  ***

  “Um, Shiloh, where are we?” Evie asked. Her face was pressed against the blacked-out window of the Jeep limousine and was pinched with confusion, her bottom lip pulled between her perfectly painted pink lips.