Primal Hunger (Primal Howlers MC Book 4)

by Piper Davenport

  2020 Trixie Publishing, Inc.

  Copyright © 2020 by Piper Davenport

  All rights reserved.

  Published in the United States

  Primal Hunger is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Cover Art

  Jack Davenport

  Cover Model

  Jake H.

  Photographer

  Wander Aguiar

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  Acknowledgements

  Praise

  Back Blurb

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek!

  Book List

  Reading Order

  About Piper

  Liz Kelly:

  Thanks again. Your insight is always so spot on!

  Jack:

  Thanks for being my muse, and really great in bed!

  Gail

  You are a scholar and a saint, and I ADORE you!

  Brandy

  Thanks for keeping the timelines and characters straight. You are godsend!

  Mary

  Thanks for always being willing to do last minute reads!!!

  Trudy

  Thanks for sticking with me through all the crazy!

  Get ready to fall head over heels! Road to Peace is another page turner of alpha brilliance from Davenport. I fell in love with every single page and spent the last few wishing the book would never end! ~ Harper Sloan, NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author

  Dogs of fire series is sinfully hot, creatively captivating and each book has left me anxious for more. Road to Peace was no different. I loved every second of reading as the pieces of Hatch & Maisie's lives and hearts intertwined. Piper Davenport paints the most beautiful pictures of love with her words. I'm in awe. ~ Felicia Lynn, Contemporary Romance Author

  “But I don’t read MC,” I said to a friend who told me to read this book. Thankfully, I dived in anyway, and I’m so glad I did! Piper Davenport can WRITE, and it doesn’t matter the genre, Primal Heat drew me in from the first few pages. Despite protesting that I had no reading time, I couldn’t put it down until the end. For me, the true beauty of this book is the real characters that you truly feel. No matter what type of romance you enjoy, this one will you get hooked on Piper’s stories! ~ Sam JD Hunt, Contemporary Romance Author

  All it took was one page and I was immediately hooked on Piper Davenport’s writing. Her books contain 100% Alpha and the perfect amount of angst to keep me reading until the wee hours of the morning. I absolutely love each and every one of her fabulous stories. ~ Anna Brooks – Contemporary Romance Author

  Aero

  My life is chaos. I’ve been on a downward spiral since my sister’s death, but a call from an old biker friend in Monument, Colorado might just provide a much-needed change of scenery, and reignite my passion for the road.

  Unfortunately, not every new start is a clean start. Especially, when a gorgeous blonde wraps herself around my heart and I realize she might just heal me in ways I could never have expected. But she wants something else. Something I’m not sure I’m willing to give.

  Violet

  I’m a reluctant MC princess, and quite frankly, I’m over the life entirely. I’ll happily ditch my crown if it means I can graduate and find a nice, boring man to take me away.

  The problem is, the heart wants what the heart wants, and when it steers me toward a new club prospect, I’m forced to make a choice. Stay within the safety of my father’s grimy, yet gilded tower, or walk away from the only man who can satiate my hunger.

  Violet

  Two years ago(ish)…

  I PEEKED OUT of my bedroom door and listened for signs of life. No one was supposed to be home, but with my dad and two brothers, they could show up unexpectedly at any time. It was annoying when I was the only girl in a family of overprotective biker men.

  But tonight, was my twentieth birthday and my best friend, Everly, and I were heading out for a night on the town. My dad thought she and I were studying. And he thought we were studying because it’s what I’d told him when he’d wanted to plan a big birthday celebration. We’d compromised and celebrated with the club last night, so I’d have the whole night tonight to hit the books. What he didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him.

  Because I didn’t want to alert my nosy brother, Drake, the only non-biker male, of my plans, I decided to get ready at home rather than Everly’s. Drake and I shared a bathroom and he would notice all my ‘hair shit’ was missing, then he’d start questioning me. We’d been here before, so tonight, I wasn’t taking any chances. I got ready at home and packed a change of clothes in my backpack for when it was time to sneak back in.

  With the coast clear, I snuck downstairs, shoes off just in case, and slid out the front door, locking up and making a run for my car.

  I sped toward Everly’s as safely as I could, but admittedly, I was late. I usually was, and it drove Everly nuts. Drove my family nuts too, but, whatever, I am who I am. Plus, it was my birthday, damn it.

  Pulling into her driveway, I grabbed my bag and jogged toward her townhome, but she slipped out before I could reach the door. “I called the car,” she said just as it drove up. “If we’re going to get there while Polly’s working, we need to go now.”

  Our friend, Polly, was a server at the hottest club in Monument. Nocturn had just opened and she’d promised to get us in before the crowd arrived. Everly and I had IDs that may or may not be entirely legal, so we hoped no one else would notice and raise a red flag.

  “Drop your bag inside the door,” Everly said, and cracked it open for me. I set it inside and she locked up again.

  The car pulled up and we climbed in, securing our seatbelts before the driver took off toward our night of much-needed fun. Everly lived close to twenty minutes from the club, the downside of being rich, I suppose. Further away from debauchery.

  We finally arrived and made our way to the door, showing our IDs to the bouncer, hoping to god he didn’t question them. We were given entrance and I tried hard not to squeal in triumph as we rushed inside as quickly as we could.

  “There’s a table.” Everly took my hand and walked to our right. “Let’s grab it.”

  We approached the table and sat down, avoiding the stickiness that hadn’t been wiped off yet.

  “You made it,” Polly said as she rushed to our table. “Any trouble getting in?”

  “Nope,” I said, grinning big.

  “Let me get a rag and I’ll wipe off your table. What do you want me to bring
you drinks-wise?”

  “Patrón margarita, on the rocks, no salt, please,” I said.

  “Same,” Everly replied. “Thanks, Poll.”

  “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

  A young guy sporting a crisp, black apron arrived and wiped down the table just as Polly returned with our drinks and waters.

  “Thanks, honey,” I said. “I never remember water.”

  Polly grinned. “Tip your server well, babe, that’s all the thanks I need.”

  “You got it,” I said, my eyes catching movement behind her.

  The best looking man I’d ever seen was currently taking what appeared to be a very drunk man to the floor without even breaking a sweat. Lordy, I could climb that mountain. Dark blond hair, longish but shaved at the sides and a beard I wanted to touch, he looked like a modern-day Viking.

  “Who is that?” I breathed out.

  Polly turned, then faced me again with a wide smile. “That’s Jasper. He’s our new bouncer. He’s been here about a week. Just moved here from Portland.”

  “You already know his life story?” Everly asked.

  “Kind of,” Polly said. “My clitty cat needs some attention and wants to rub up against his scratching post.” She sighed. “He declined my very generous invitation.”

  I nearly choked on my margarita, coughing to clear the liquid from my throat. “Oh my god, Polly. Did you say that to him?”

  “Well, I may not have used those words, exactly.” She sighed. “You don’t understand. The man’s ridiculously gorgeous and he’s nice. Super respectful, but alpha to the bone. I’d just like a taste.”

  I glanced back at Jasper and thought I might like a taste as well.

  He dragged the man up off the floor, now zip-tied, and as he turned his head, his eyes met mine and I smiled, but when he smiled back, I was pretty sure my panties melted right off my body.

  “Letti,” Everly snapped.

  “What? Sorry. I was distracted by the catnip.”

  Polly nodded slowly. “Right? God, he’s perfect.”

  “Is he a biker?” I asked.

  Polly frowned. “I don’t think so. He drives a truck. Why?”

  Everly chuckled. “Because Violet doesn’t want anything to do with her father’s business.”

  “Is your father a biker?”

  “You could say that,” Everly retorted. “Sexy as hell biker. Talk about wanting to rub up against—”

  “Oh my god, stop,” I hissed.

  “And then her brothers,” Everly started up again. “They are—”

  “Enough, Ev,” I snapped. “Jesus, put your lady dick back in your pants.”

  “I’m not wearing pants…ies, but I’ll try to contain myself.”

  “You’re not wearing pantsies?” I retorted.

  Polly laughed. “You two crack me up, but I need to get back to work. Want another?”

  I raised my almost empty glass. “Absolutely.”

  “Let’s dance,” Everly demanded, sliding out of the booth, and I finished my drink and followed her.

  For the next twenty minutes, we danced until I could barely breathe, and I bowed out even though Everly decided to stay on the floor for the next song.

  I walked back to our table to find it had been taken over by a couple of douchebags we’d walked in with. Even though I know they saw us take the table, it was a nightclub, so unless someone stayed behind to watch it, it was open season on seating.

  Well, shit.

  “Hey, gorgeous, you wanna share the table?” Douchebag number one asked.

  “No, I’m good, thanks.”

  “Come on now. We saw you walk in alone. We’ll protect you,” Douchebag number two crooned.

  I shook my head. “We’re good, thanks.”

  “Fuck off.”

  I turned to the sound of the growly voice and raised an eyebrow. Jasper stood in front of the table, hands crossed in front of him, glaring at the douchebags squatting at our table.

  “Who the hell are you to tell us what to do?” Douchebag number two sneered.

  “Management,” he said. “If you don’t want to be hauled out of here by your dick, I’d suggest you find a different table.”

  “There aren’t any,” Douchebag number one said.

  “Don’t give a shit. This table’s taken.”

  Two men, bigger and wider than Jasper, walked over to him, and crossed their arms, flanking him.

  “Time for you to go,” Jasper said, his smile lethal as he focused on the men. “You either leave the table, or you get thrown out of the building. Your choice.”

  They weren’t happy but they obviously realized they couldn’t take on the three men in front of them, so they slid out of the booth and Jasper nodded. “Appreciate you going peacefully. Butch and Walt will buy you a drink for your trouble.”

  The bouncers led the men away and I smiled at Jasper, trying like crazy to keep my panties on. “You didn’t need to do that.”

  He studied me. “When a beautiful woman is left standing when she so obviously deserves to be comfortable, it’s a fuckin’ sin.”

  “Does that work for you?” I asked.

  He leaned in slightly and smiled. “I don’t know. Verdict?”

  “Nope.” I couldn’t stop a snort as I tried to hold back a laugh, sliding into the booth. “But, thank you.”

  “You want another margarita?”

  “You noticed I was drinking margaritas?”

  “Don’t miss much, beautiful.”

  “Okay, handsome, take it down a notch.”

  He smiled again. Jesus, he was pretty. But I was not going to go for burly, alpha, or pretty anymore. I was gonna find me an accountant and hope to god he was good-looking.

  “You need anything, let me know,” he said.

  “I will. Thanks again.”

  He walked away and Polly arrived a few minutes later with fresh margaritas and bottled waters. “Compliments of Jasper,” she said, and waggled her eyebrows. “Never seen Jasper buy a girl a drink before. You made an impression.”

  “I can’t take that, Polly.”

  “Sure, you can,” she said, setting everything on the table.

  “Ooh, drinks,” Everly said as she returned to the table and slid into the booth.

  “Jasper bought them,” I said, laying a hand over the one she was reaching for.

  “So?” She tugged the drink away, sloshing a little over the side.

  “Men don’t buy women drinks unless they expect something in return,” I said.

  “Well, he can have whatever he wants from me,” she retorted. “But he coulda had that before he bought me a drink.”

  I rolled my eyes as Polly laughed and walked away.

  “I think you need to have your mind bent a little,” Everly said, sipping her margarita. “You need someone to take your v-card and burn it.”

  “What is up with you and the need for my vagina to burn?”

  She frowned. “Not the whole thing. Just the hymen.”

  I groaned, dropping my head to the table and Everly laughed.

  “Finish your drink. I want to dance more,” she ordered.

  I did as she demanded, and we headed back on the dance floor. Only, we weren’t there very long before I noticed someone I really didn’t want to see.

  Shit, shit, shit!

  “Ev,” I hissed, grabbing her hand, as I bent low and dragged her off the dance floor.

  “What the hell?” she growled.

  I pulled her into the bathroom and closed the door with a thwap. “Stoney’s here.”

  “Stoney? That sexy as fuck guy from your dad’s club?”

  She thought all the guys in my dad’s club were sexy as fuck, so I wasn’t sure if she knew exactly who I was talking about, but it didn’t really matter. Stoney was one of the road captains and had been with the club for as long as I could remember. He was gorgeous and a little younger than my dad. If I went for older men, he’d certainly be in the running.

  I nodded.
“That means either Dad, or my brother, knows I’m here.”

  “They could be on a fact-finding mission.”

  “Do you really think my father would waste a man on a fact-finding mission?” I frowned. “Shit! We need to get out of here without Stoney seeing us.”

  “Well, let me pee first since this might take a while.”

  Once Everly was done, I inched the door open and not seeing Stoney, we slid out of the bathroom where I butted into something hard.

  “You got a tail?” Jasper asked, and I gasped, looking up at him.

  “Yes. How’d you know?”

  “Told you I don’t miss much.”

  “Neither do stalkers,” I retorted.

  He grinned, taking my hand. “Follow me.”

  Jasper guided us away from the dance floor and through a back door that surprisingly closed out the noise once it was shut.

  “I’ll get you a ride,” he offered, and I shook my head.

  “I can call a car.”

  “I’d rather send you home with someone I trust,” he countered.

  “I’m good,” I stressed, holding my phone up. “See? He’s on his way.”

  He held his hand out. “Give me your phone.”

  “No.” I instinctively clutched it to my chest. “Why?”

  He smiled. “Because I’m gonna give you my number so you can text me when you make it home safely.”

  I bit my lip. That was seriously sweet, but I typically didn’t let anyone touch my phone. “I’ll be fine.”

  “Violet—”

  “How the hell do you know my real name?” I growled.

  “You’re a sexy as fuck natural blonde and you come in with a card that says Myra Chung? I dug a little deeper.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Shit.”

  He chuckled. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me, if you give me your phone.”

  I sighed, handing it over to him, and his fingers slid over the screen, then it went black. Handing it back to me, he said, “Text me when you get home.”