Angel: Dark MC Romance: Iron Vikings MC 4

Chapter 1

Four months ago

Nora Walker poked her head out of her brother’s room in the Iron Vikings MC clubhouse. She heard a girl laughing in the room across from hers, but thankfully, she found the hallway empty.

Since the president of IVMC declared the club in lockdown tonight, she would be stuck in the clubhouse for the unforeseeable future. Nora decided to go downstairs for a glass of water and just ignore the bikers and their debauchery. She couldn’t hide in her brother’s room forever.

“Hey Quiet One. You all right?” Turtle asked, standing in the doorway to his room. The oldest biker in this club had always been nice to her, so Nora stopped in the middle of the hallway before she gave him a smile and said, “Yes.”

“Yeah? You sure? Because if any of these fuckers bother you, just say the word and I’ll deal with them personally.”

“Yes, I’m sure. Thanks, Turtle.”

Nora didn’t think that the seventy-something-year old would scare off any of these hardened bikers, but she appreciated the sentiment. It was the thought that counted.

“Okay then. See you later,” he said.

She nodded and continued towards the end of the hallway, where the sound of rock music blasted up from downstairs.

A weird mixture of relief, hurt and anger coursed throughNora as she passed her twin sister Cat’s room.

Norahad to find out from her half-sister Gwenn they’d rescued Cat tonight out of a remote cabin in the woods, and that Cat killed two of her kidnappers before finally getting together with the man she’d been madly in love with for almost a decade.

Nora hadn’t spoken to her twin after she’d been brought back into the clubhouse, since Cat specifically ordered everyone at the club to keepNoraat bay.

It would never crossNora”s mind to push her twin sister away after enduring such a ghastly night. But no matter what horrors life threw at Cat, she still focused on shieldingNorafrom all kinds of evil.

Noraentered the bar on her way to the clubhouse kitchen, deep in thought about Cat practically marrying into this motorcycle gang by becoming Demon’s Old Lady.

A sudden piercing pain in the sole of her right foot brought tears to Nora’s eyes.

”Ah!”Noragroaned as she lifted her bare foot from the broken glass next to one of the pool tables in the back of the clubhouse bar.

”It can speak,” a naked club whore said while spread on her back upon the green felt.

Norahopped on her good foot, turning her back to hide her shock from finding the crowd up and around the pool tables stuck in all kinds of sex positions.

If it wasn”t bad enough that she’d already heard half of this club doing God knows what upstairs with the doors to their rooms wide-open, she now had to walk in on the other half openly fucking downstairs. This lockdown couldn’t be over soon enough for Nora.

”Up you go, Quiet One,” Angel said whilehoisting her into his arms, pulling her against his naked chest. With her back towards the crowd, she’d missed him walking up to her and now she had no choice but letting the most handsome Iron Viking pick her up.

“Always the savior, eh?” Ace said with a toothy grin as he passed them in his birthday suit.

Nora quickly closed her eyes, still uncomfortable with the naked club brothers, even after all these years visiting her oldest brother, Devlin, at family cookouts at the club.

”W-what are you doing?” she said while taking her fill of the dazzling scent of Angel’s warm skin.

“Kitchen. I’ll check on your foot.”

His curt response matched his determined steps away from the pool tables. She leaned into him, pushing the blasting rock music and loud laughter into the background.

Angel easily held her with one arm as he pushed the kitchen door open. She’d always known that this blond Viking would be strong enough to lift her, but to carry her around on one arm like she weighed nothing more than a stuffed animal baffled her.

Angel gingerly placed her on top of the cold stainless-steel countertop and pulled a raggedy old stool from the corner. After plunking his six-foot five frame on the protesting stool, he said, “Let’s see what we’ve got here…”

Nora’s strawberry pajama shorts had crawled up her butt when Angel had picked her up, but she wouldn’t dare to fix it now that his blue eyes held her prisoner while his hand lifted her foot.

Nora meticulously followed his fingertips skillfully caressing her ankle, sitting stock-still. It wasn’t without reason the men in this club called her the ‘Quiet One’ while they named her twin sister ‘Whirlwind’.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Nora tried to retract her foot, but Angel didn’t give her an inch.

“There’s one shard stuck. You don’t feel that fucker?”

She shook her head. “No.”

How was she supposed to feel anything but his callous hands lighting up a blazing fire under her skin?

“No? Damn. You’ve got the same pain threshold as your sisters.” His genuine surprised tone of voice irked her enough to drop her guard for once.

“Just because I’m not as tough or as loud as them, doesn’t mean I’m a crybaby.”

With her shoulders straight, she swallowed back the tears, hoping he completely missed her being indeed the biggest cry baby in Austin, Texas.

Nora always hated being told she cared too much and that she should grow a thicker skin. Just because she was considerate and needed to stick up for herself more, didn’t mean she was a total pushover.

Angel’s smirk as he scrutinized her inner turmoil made her scoot away from the counter’s edge. She had no business sitting in her pink spaghetti strap tank top and pajama shorts in the middle of the night with Angel licking his lips like he couldn’t wait to have a taste of her.

Angel wasn’t having any of it, though. With one brisk tug at her ankle, he pulled her even closer to the edge. Nora braced her hands upon his shoulders so she wouldn’t tumble down from the stainless steel countertop.

“Cut it out!”

“There’s some fire inside of you, after all,” he said while his dark blue eyes pierced her soul.

“Pfff.”

Not her finest comeback, but this outlaw Viking had been her secret crush for the past decade and finally being on the receiving end of his endless flirting, tangled her tongue in knots.

Angel rested her heel upon his tree trunk thigh, smearing blood all over his dark blue jeans. Her hands trembled upon his shoulders drawing closer as he leaned in.

Angel’s hot breath touching the skin behind her ear almost made her miss his low rumble. “What is it with you still waters that make me pine for just a little taste?”

Nora audibly swallowed.

“S-shouldn’t you check m-my foot?”

“In a minute.”

His full lips feathered kiss after kiss from behind her ear down to the side of her neck to the spot where her spaghetti strap rested upon her shoulder. Nora’s fingernails bit into the naked skin of his shoulders as goosebumps traveled all over her body.

“Angel…”

Nora’s cheeks flamed, the pleading in her voice clear. By involuntarily pushing out her chest against his, she obviously wasn’t pleading for Angel to stop.

Oh no, she urged him to never stop.