Havoc: Snakes Henchmen MC

by Grayson, Alivia

  That rule held steady until Phoenix came to Jett last year and demanded to be allowed to join. Hell, she’d been saying from the moment she could talk that she’d be a member one day. Shepard used to laugh because he thought it was cute, just the words of a small girl, wanting to be like her Daddy and brothers. Everyone thought she’d grown out it, but she didn’t.

  It wasn’t just the ramblings of a little girl, and Phoenix did want to be a member. Phoenix pointed out to Jett that Shepard had promised that one day, it would happen. When Jett became president, he also held that promise. What could Jett say other than yes?

  I have to admit that Phoenix has been loyal, and she’s held her own just like every other person that joins. Her nephews, Gabe and Axel, are members, Gabe having been patched in just a couple of months ago. This didn’t please Phoenix, and she wanted to know why he’d been patched before her. After all, she’d done just as much work as Gabe. Jett pointed out it was merely to do with age and the fact Gabe was able to become a prospect months before Phoenix.

  We’re never going to find a more loyal and fierce woman than Phoenix. She was born into this club, like many of the others. Phoenix knows the rules inside and out and would put her life on the line for any of us. At the age of eighteen, she has more guts than most men twice her age.

  Yes, it’s time she became a full patched member.

  “She came in this room,” Jett laughs. “And told a complete stranger at the time, all about her big brothers, her cousins, and her Daddy. Do you remember her asking Grinder his real name?” Grinder is Roman’s father-in-law, president of the Wild Wolves of Texas.

  BlackJack laughs loudly while slamming his hand down on the table. “I do! He told her, and I couldn’t believe it. She swore to keep it a secret, and to this day, she’s never told anyone.”

  There’s some chatter about Phoenix and the things she used to get up to. We each laugh in places, and some of us are shocked to learn things we didn’t know. However, I need to get back to Wynter, she’s been alone long enough, and these men need to set about finding the fuckers looking for my wife.

  “Right! Get out and await further instructions. Gabe, send Tex in,”

  “Prez,”

  I have a feeling poor Tex is in for a hard day.

  Chapter Nine

  Wynter

  I slept so peacefully last night. By the time Havoc was ready to leave, I was exhausted. It had been a long day, and all I wanted was a shower and some sleep. Though Havoc wouldn’t allow me to go to bed until I’d eaten something, I could only manage half a sandwich before I was falling asleep where I sat.

  I vaguely remember Havoc carrying me to bed, but I was knocked out the second my head hit the pillow. It had been such a long time since I slept well, and my dreams had me waking up smiling.

  I’ve been watching Havoc sleep for the past ten minutes. My body aches for him right now. Every inch of me is tingling, and all I want is for Havoc to open his eyes and take me.

  I slide the sheet down Havoc’s body, and I groan at the sight of his muscles. I’ll admit that Havoc is vain in the way he takes care of himself. There’s not one hair on his body, apart from his head, eyebrows, and sometimes scruff on his jaw, of course. The smoothness of his skin makes me wet, and I am so turned on right now that I don’t know what to do with myself.

  The way Havoc is lying on his back, one hand above his head, the other on his perfect chest, has me biting my lower lip. He’s so beautiful that it makes my heart beat faster, just looking at him.

  I slide the sheet lower. I want to look at him. I bite my lower lip harder at the sight of Havoc naked. Of course, I knew he was naked; he always sleeps that way. I don’t sleep nude, but I stripped off my pj’s after using the bathroom this morning. I climbed into bed, next to my husband, and fantasized about all the things I want him to do to me.

  Knowing Havoc is naked while I’m hot and horny has me wanting to ride him until I’m screaming his name in ecstasy.

  I slide my hand down Havoc’s body, feeling the bumps of his muscles as I go. I reach his cock, and I stroke the length of him gently. “Ssshh...” I breathe softly down his ear when he groans and stirs. I don’t know why I’m shushing him when I want him to ravage me right now.

  I rub my naked breasts against Havoc’s chest while kissing his neck, still stroking his cock. I suck my lower lip between my teeth as I try to stop the smile creeping across my face when I feel Havoc harden in my hand.

  My heart is hammering in my throat, feeling how thick and long his cock is. I’ve had this man inside me more times than I can remember, but it amazes me each time seeing and feeling how big he is down there.

  I feel Havoc getting harder and harder, the head of his cock is bulging, and all the time the throbbing between my legs is getting stronger.

  Quicker than lighting, without the chance to even breathe, Havoc grabs my arms and pushes me down onto the mattress. I have to wonder just how long he’s been awake. “What are you up to, little girl?”

  I giggle as he raises his eyebrow while pinning my hands above my head. “I didn’t do anything!” I protest, innocently while shaking my head at Havoc.

  “Really?” He asks while looking down at his now very erect cock. “And this happened how, exactly?”

  I giggle again. “You must have been having a naughty dream, Daddy.” I gasp loudly and groan even louder when Havoc takes my nipple between his fingers and pinches sharply.

  “I can assure you that I wasn’t, but I do recall your hand on my cock as I slept.”

  “I’m sorry. I woke up from a good dream, and you were lying here, naked and looking so sexy. It made me so hot, and I couldn’t help touching you.”

  “Is that so?” I nod my head, and my hips move of their own accord. “You know what happens when you touch things without permission, don’t you?”

  I nod my head. I can play this game all day long if that’s what Havoc wants. In the bedroom, he’s my Daddy, and I’m his little girl, and he punishes me in so many ways. I love everything he does to me, even though some would say I have daddy issues and shouldn’t act this way with Havoc. I’d tell them to go fuck themselves. I don’t have daddy issues, but I get off on role play, what’s so wrong with that?

  “You want me to punish you, baby?”

  “Yes, please. Everywhere aches for you, Havoc. I want to feel you deep inside of me, and I don’t want you to be nice about it.”

  Havoc smirks at me before pressing his hungry lips to mine and kissing me savagely. I groan deep into his mouth, and all I want to do is wrap my arms and legs around him and have him fuck me stupid. But he won’t let go of my arms for me to do that.

  Havoc pulls out of the kiss and smirks while pushing his hand between my legs, forcefully cupping my sex. He groans deep in his throat. “You’re soaking.”

  My eyes close on me when his knuckle slides along my pussy to that sweet, hot, wet point that sends every nerve ending in my body, arms, legs, back, stomach, neck, even my lips, tight.

  I lift my head and smash my lips against Havoc’s when he slides two fingers inside of me. He hasn’t even got them inside before I come hard around them. My head falls back against the pillow, my chest heaving, and my legs shaking.

  “Couldn’t wait, baby?” I shake my head with my eyes closed. “Tell me what you want right now.” He whispers as he leans into me. “Anything you want, I’ll give it to you.”

  I groan because my body is still shaking from my orgasm. I turn my face into the palm of Havoc’s hand when he cups my cheek. His other hand strokes my erect nipple, and I’m squirming again because my pussy is throbbing. God, I need him inside of me right now.

  “Don’t tell me you’ve suddenly gone shy?” He breathes against my neck. “Tell me.” He whispers in my ear, sending goosebumps throughout my body.

  “I don’t care what you do to me; I just want you inside of me.”

  “Where?”

  “Anywhere, everywhere,” I gasp the word, and Havoc suck
s my left nipple into his warm mouth, and the suction drives me wild with want for him. “Havoc, please,”

  He shakes his head against me, his tongue still working its magic on my body, circling, twisting, his teeth grazing my nipple, sending me into a frenzied orgasm so powerful that I squirt a little.

  I feel Havoc’s chuckle against my stomach. He kisses his way down even further until his tongue is right against my clit. He licks me once before getting to his knees, and I can’t even protest when he grabs me and flips me over onto my front.

  “I know what you want.” Havoc grabs my hips, guiding me onto my knees, my ass in the air as he pushes my shoulders downwards so that my face is resting on the pillow below me. I groan as he bends down and licks me from behind. I grind my pussy against his face, and I’m so frantic that I’m practically screaming into the pillow.

  His tongue slides inside of me, my pussy walls clench, and I know that I’m going to come again. “Oh, fuck, yes.” I sob the words because I’m so high that I’m scared to crash down. However, I can’t stop myself from coming.

  I hadn’t realized that I was holding my breath until I feel Havoc’s big hand slap my ass cheek. He hits me again and again, and I’m clawing at the sheet beneath me. “Insatiable little slut! Count for me, Wynter.” He hisses with another slap to my ass.

  I count each slap Havoc gives me, each one harder than the one before. My ass is on fire, but I’m losing all sense of the here and now. This is what I’ve missed. This is what Havoc does to me. He takes me out of my head so that I don’t have to think for myself.

  “Twenty,” I mumble the number because I’m so blissed out that I can barely speak. I can’t focus, and my whole body is relaxed. I can’t open my eyes, my mouth is dry, and my heart is beating too fast.

  I don’t make a noise as Havoc yanks me up and back against him by my arms. My ass rests against his thighs, and Havoc wraps one arm around my stomach and the other around my throat. My head falls against his shoulder. I couldn’t hold it up if I tried.

  “What are you, Wynter?”

  “I’m yours,” I mumble.

  “My what?”

  I whimper at the feeling of his short fingernails racking over my nipple. “I’m Daddy’s little girl.”

  “That’s right,” Havoc whispers with a kiss to my temple. “You were a bad girl yesterday, weren’t you?”

  It takes me a second to recall what Havoc means. Then it hits me that he’s talking about what I said outside the clubhouse yesterday. I told him that a man had winked at me. It never happened, I said it for effect because I wanted him to bring me home and fuck me. I forgot all about it until he just mentioned it.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean to be a bad girl.”

  You’re such a freak, Wynter!

  Don’t. Fucking. Care.

  “I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.” Havoc breathes heavily while forcing my legs apart with his knees. “You belong to me, Wynter. Every fuckin’ inch of you is mine. You know that, don’t you?” I nod my head slowly against his shoulder. My heart is pounding so forcefully it feels like it’s trying to push its way out of my mouth.

  Havoc rubs his fingertip over my engorged clit, and he chuckles when I gasp. I’m so wet, and it burns at my opening. I’m anxious and excited, and I need him right now!

  “Lift your pretty little ass for me, baby girl.” I lift as best I can, and my eyes roll, feeling the tip of cock at my opening is everything. Havoc takes my hips and pulls me down onto the length of him, and he’s balls deep in one thrust. I scream, and Havoc chuckles. “That’s it, baby,”

  “Oh, God,” My eyes roll again as Havoc thrusts in and out, deeper and deeper. He fucks me hard, he fucks me fast, and he fucks me wild.

  “You love this, don’t you?” Havoc whispers in my ear. “Tell me you love it, Wynter.”

  “I love it. God, I love it!” I yell.

  “Do you know what I love?” I groan because I can feel another orgasm creeping up on me. “I love the way your cunt takes my cock so fuckin’ deep. I love the way your body contorts with every thrust, and I fuckin’ love you!”

  “I love you,” I sob as Havoc pushes me face down into the pillow.

  He slams his cock into me harder than before. “Come for me, Wynter. Come on my fuckin’ cock. Now!” He slaps my ass, and I come so hard that I can see stars behind my eyes.

  I’m not sure my body can take much more. It’s been months since I was taken like this, given this many orgasms, that I can’t keep up. However, I know that Havoc won’t stop until he’s satisfied. Hell, the man can go all night, and once upon a time, so could I.

  Breathe, Wynter. Your body will adjust in time. Remember who this man is and that you want to please him, and everything will be fine.

  Havoc pulls out of me, and my body sags. However, he doesn’t let me rest, he rubs his cock against my asshole, and I gasp. I turn my head so that I can see his face. His eyes are wide, and a look of pure pleasure is spread across his face.

  Havoc has fucked my ass before, and each time I’ve come like a damn freight train. I’d let this man do anything he wanted to me, no matter what that was.

  He catches me watching him, and he smirks. “I’m gonna fuck your ass like it’s never been fucked before.”

  I moan and wind my hips. “I want you to fuck me hard, Daddy,” I say as I grab his cock in my hand from behind and push it against my ass.

  “You’re a dirty, dirty, little slut!”

  “Oh, fuck!” I lose my breath as he begins to push the tip of his cock inside of me, in and out slowly, gently stretching me, allowing my body to accommodate the size of him. With every tiny, slow thrust he gives me, I push myself back against him, urging him deeper. “More!” I gasp.

  “More?” I nod my head against the pillow and scream when Havoc pushes himself deeper into me, his fingers leaving their mark on my ass cheeks as he spreads them.

  Havoc slams into me, and I can hear the air rushing between his teeth. He grips my waist so hard that I know he’ll leave bruises behind, though I can’t seem to mind.

  I slam my ass back against him harder and harder. “Fuck, it feels so good!”

  “Filthy, girl!” He hisses before forcing his cock deeper into me.

  Every part of my body becomes tight; every thrust he gives me both has me gasping and moaning in both pain and pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. But then I’ve never been fucked in the ass this savagely before.

  I feel like I’m walking on air, with too much of it in my lungs, restricting each breath I take, taking an age it seems to catch in my throat.

  I claw at the pillow, biting down into the material between my teeth as Havoc holds my upper right arm tightly in his hand, pounding away deep inside of me, fucking me with such force that I have no mind of what I’m doing. My hips meet Havoc’s thrusts just as forcefully, just as powerfully.

  “Havoc,” I whine his name. God, I can’t take much more.

  “That’s it, baby girl, fuck me back.”

  “Fuck, yes! Oh, god!” I can’t believe how fucking good this man is making me feel!

  “It burns, doesn’t it? It burns when you’re so close?”

  “Yeees,” I groan as my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Havoc, please...” I push myself back against him harder and harder. “Oh my god, I have to come! I have to come now! Oh, God, fuck!”

  “Come!” He orders, and I scream as I come so hard that every muscle is tight to the point of tearing. I’m not totally sure which part of my body I’m coming from, the sensation of it all is too much.

  “Shit, Wynter, I’m gonna come inside your tight ass.”

  “Come inside me, Havoc. Give it to me!” He slams into me once, twice, then stills himself as he comes inside of me, gasping and groaning.

  I don’t know how long it is before he slowly pulls out of me. All I do know is that I’m asleep before I can blink.

  * * *

  “You’re really going to
help us?”

  “Yes,” I smile at Zena.

  After Havoc fucked the breath out of me, I slept for an hour. Which meant I was in a rush to make it, to meet with Nova. I barely had time to shower, though I did. I didn’t make breakfast. Havoc was not pleased about that, but I didn’t have time to stay.

  Luckily, I wasn’t late to meet Nova, and I thanked God for that. I didn’t want to make a wrong impression, not after the speech I’d given her yesterday.

  We spoke in her Nova’s office for half an hour, going over the contract she wanted me to sigh. I read through it and found that everything seemed in order. The salary isn’t great, as Nova previously told me, but I didn’t care. She told me that if my work were good, she’d reevaluate my pay in three months.

  The job Nova gave me is within the homeless department of Second Chance House – the job I wanted. I’m to work with Zena and her child until they have a home of their own, and Zena has a job so that she’s able to support herself and Claire.

  Anything they need in the meantime, I’m to help with. Things such as food and clothing, counseling for what they’ve been through, and just someone to talk to if Zena needs it. Nova also wants me to help Zena get Claire into school, and to make sure she goes every day.

  I signed the contract because I want nothing more than to help whomever I can, whenever I can. I didn’t need a lawyer to look over the contract because I’m not stupid, and I read the damn thing front to back twice.

  Once I’d signed, Nova took me to meet Zena and Claire. Zena is a slight woman of thirty, pretty in her own right, and so obviously beaten down by life. Little Claire is five and a happy soul, even though she has nothing to call her own.

  Nova introduced me to the two of them, and I’ve been sitting with Zena ever since. She hasn’t said much, and I can see that she’s shy. Though she’s willing to talk to me, and that’s a good thing. You have no idea how many people in Zena’s situation won’t so much as utter a word. Trust doesn’t come easy, but I’m willing to earn it anyway I can.