12 Viking
Viking
I paced the the back part of the mechanic’s shop, feeling like I couldn’t control my anger. Even though we were on the far side of the compound, away from the family homes and the clubhouse, I was worried my anger would explode and be fell all over the damn compound.
Grip watched me from a safe distance, his head tilted down while his eyes cut up to track my movement.
“The fuck happened?” Ice barked out.
He was pissed.
I was pissed.
I stopped my pacing to look at the damage done to the van we’d taken for the delivery.
A delivery which never made it to its destination.
“Motherfuckin’ Crowns,” I seethed.
I hit the side of the van, putting another dent in it with my massive fist. It wasn’t like it mattered since it was all fucked to hell.
“Came out of nowhere,” I growled as I began to pace again.
I didn’t even see them coming. Not until the van was on its side in a ditch and we all had guns trained on us.
The moment they forced me to my knees, I had been ready to tear their throats out with my bare hands.
Every single one of them. I was seconds away from it, too.
The only thing that stopped me was the thought of my brothers and club.
I would have ended up doing more damage by feeding my blood-gluttonous need to see them all dead at my feet.
With a gun to my head, as well as one to all my brothers’ heads, I had been forced to watch them take what wasn’t theirs with fuckin’ smirks on their faces like they’d gotten one over on us.
“You tellin’ me that the fuckin’ Serpent Crowns had the balls to do this shit? How the fuck did they know we were running yesterday?” Ice asked. He might have sounded calm, but I knew the man was fuming on the inside.
We had a few different paths we followed, and we randomly rotated between them.
Our Road Cap, Two Lanes, kept a lid on it, only letting Kneecap and Grip know the route ahead of time since they were the Tail Gunners.
And of course Ice knew. The rest of us would get filled in right before we headed out. If there was a leak…
Fuck, I didn’t even want to think about that. They had to have been tracking us another way.
They’d been waiting for us. They had to have been.
We’d been three hours into the seven-hour trip. A truck came flying out of a dirt side road, T-boned the van like they’d had it timed perfectly. Couldn’t say if they’d planned it that way or not, and maybe if we’d been the ones doing the plowing, it would have been impressive.
But it hadn’t been us. We’d been on the receiving end, so yeah, I was pissed. Been holding in this rage for hours, and I was about ready to erupt.
We’d been lucky since we’d been traveling on a deserted back road and it was in the middle of the damn night.
Lucky, as in the sense that no one had been around to call the cops.
But it fuckin’ sucked that it took the damn rest of the night and into the morning to get one of our wreckers out there to help clean up the mess and get back home.
“They’re getting pretty bold now that Jack has gone missing,” Grip said. “No mistakin’ it was them. They came in with colors, and Drain Pipe showed his ugly fuckin’ face.”
Their president had up and disappeared about three months ago.
There was a rumor going around that their VP took him out.
Wouldn’t surprise me since Drain Pipe made a move to take over the club not all that long after word got out that Jack was gone.
He’d been changing a lot of things lately.
And the fucker had the nerve to keep slipping in and out of our territory just to taunt us.
I hated that fuckin’ club. At least under Jack, they never would have dared to mess with us. Not like this. Before him, there were wars. Blood spilled and grudges made. I’d hoped that things would settle, and they had for a few years, but now shit was starting all over again.
“Drain wants a war, we’ll give one,” Bones said as he rubbed his hands together with excitement.
Ice shot his VP a look of warning, and Bones dropped his smile real quick.
“We play this smart,” Ice said. “We need to find out where they stashed the shipment, and we get it back as quietly as possible.”
“Then?” Bones spat out.
“We torch the place.”
“And if they hit us harder?” Bones shot back.
“Then we start takin’ them out.” Ice locked eyes with Bones as he said this.
Bones grinned from ear to ear.
Their conversation didn’t do anything to settle my mood.
“Go have a drink,” Ice told me. “I’m puttin’ the club on lockdown for now. Better safe than sorry. Be ready for Church when I call later.”
I felt his urge to clap me on the back, but I was relieved when he didn’t touch me. Still, my skin twitched as if expecting it.
I didn’t need a drink. I needed to hurt something. Kill someone.
Sitting around would do nothing to calm the rage burning inside of me.
“Need me to find someone?” Grip said as he sauntered over to me, looking as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
I blew out a short breath through my nose.
Yeah, I did. I needed to hurt someone. Needed to fuck so hard I wouldn’t be able to move after.
It usually worked, but things felt different, even if I couldn’t explain why.
“Yeah,” I told him, hating the word as it came out of my mouth. “Be in the room.”
I lumbered off, knowing he’d find a way to take care of me.
Red clouded my vision as I cut a path to the clubhouse. Dust flew up with every stomped step I took. I didn’t stop to look at anyone as I walked into the back of the warehouse, which housed all our rooms.
I needed to get behind a closed door before I lost my shit. If anyone tried to stop me, I couldn’t be blamed if I ripped their head off.
I slammed the door to the room behind me, ignoring how the walls rattled. It sounded like a bomb had gone off, and the sharp noise echoed in my ears.
“Viking?” a sweet but shaky voice called out.
I blinked, trying to clear the haze from my vision.
It took me a moment to make out Ivy’s form standing in front of me.
Shit, I’d somehow forgotten she was here.
“Get the fuck out!” I roared.
Ivy flinched but didn’t back away.
I didn’t know what the hell to do with that.
I was scary. One big, ugly fucker, and everyone knew not to get in my way.
But there Ivy was, standing her ground even though I looked like I was ready to kill somethin’.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice laced with concern but sprinkled with sugar.
“No,” I shook my head.
She couldn’t be here now. She shouldn’t be here.
I wasn’t sure what I’d do, and she couldn’t handle me when I was like this.
Hell, most people couldn’t. There were only a few club whores who could.
I liked it rough to the point of leaving bruises.
And sometimes worse. Which was the only thing that would help me put the rage back into the bottle.
“Get out,” I said through clenched teeth.
She stepped closer. Her scent filled my nose, and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the feelings it brought forth. Then I felt her fingers against my heaving chest, tentative and warm and delicate.
“I can’t,” I said, shaking my head as if the move would somehow stop her.
The door opened behind me.
“I’m here, Vike,” Sassy’s sultry voice rang out over the thundering heartbeat pounding in my ears. “I got it from here, sweetie. You should go.”
“No,” Ivy said bitterly. “I’ll take care of him. You can go.”
Who the hell was this chick?
She didn’t even sound scared.
“Suit yourself,” Sassy said, sounding like the catty bitch she could be. “But if you can’t handle it, don’t say I didn’t offer to take care of him.”
The door closed with an angry thud.
I knew I should have called her back. Should have sent Ivy away.
I couldn’t fuckin’ think. Couldn’t stop the things I knew shouldn’t be happening.
“Tell me what you need, Viking,” Ivy said softly.
Tentative fingers turned into heavy pressed palms against my chest, and she held her hands firm, even though I felt like I was about to vibrate out of my skin. Heat radiated from her touch, making my skin feel like I’d just sunk into a warm bath. It fucked with my already fucked up head.
I opened my eyes, feeling as if I had to pry my lids apart. I looked down and almost got knocked on my ass by the concerned look in her gaze.
No one had ever…
Fuckin’ hell.
“Tell me what you need,” she repeated.
“I can’t. I’ll hurt you.”
And that was the thing, I didn’t want to hurt her.
She smelled sweet. Like all the wonderful things in life. She was good. Pure. Innocent.
She couldn’t handle me. She shouldn’t know the things I needed. Shouldn’t understand them.
I had no right to taint her pureness.
Her lips curled up into a smile. It was a mix of playful and sexy.
“Give it to me, Viking. Let me take it from you,” she said. Her body rose as she pushed up on her toes. Her neck strained as she moved closer to my face. Her lips were nearly on mine, and I still stood there stiff as a board. “Let me have it all.”
A growl rumbled in my chest. My skin pulsed and twitched. And it didn’t take even another tick of the clock for me to snap.
My hand went to her hair, gripping the silky strands tightly. She moaned, the sound a mix of pain and need.
It flipped something in me, and before I knew it, my lips were on hers.
Her back hit the wall with a force that caused her teeth to rattle together. Yet, she didn’t pull away from me. I reached down and hauled her up by her thighs.
“Please,” she begged as she wrapped her slender legs around my wide frame. “I need to feel you.”
Pinning her to the wall, I slid my hands up her legs until I felt where her wetness had soaked through her leggings. All it took was one yank to make a hole right where I needed one.
Her hands went to my belt. She fumbled for a few seconds, but then my pants were loose and falling past my knees. Her warm hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft, and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Gonna hurt you,” I grunted, the last little bit of my sanity slipping through.
“Then hurt me,” she said as she lined me up and rocked her hips until the head of my cock slipped inside her tight heat.
She was slick and warm. Somehow, she wanted me . But I didn’t think she really knew what she was asking for.
“Fuck,” I roared as I thrust all the way inside her.
She moaned, her back bowed. I felt her fingernails digging into my shoulders, and it spurred me on.
I slammed into her over and over again.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her face. She was so beautiful as she stared up at me. There was a spark of mischief in her bright green eyes that told me she really liked this.
Maybe she needed it as much as I did.
Which was fucking crazy.
Our hips worked together, and she took me in deep.
I needed her skin. Needed to feel it against my teeth.
One quick pull, and the neck of her shirt was ripped all the way past her belly button.
I yanked the cups of her bra down and latched onto one of her rosy, peaked nipples.
I sucked and bit until she was moaning and clawing at me even harder.
Her hand went to my hair, fisting the braid at the crown of my head and forcing me closer to her chest.
“Yes, Viking. Don’t stop. More.”
She wanted more, and I sure as fuck was going to give it to her.
With each thrust, I grunted. The feeling of her pussy clamping down on me had my balls drawing up. I was going to come and I couldn’t stop it.
“Vike, I’m… I’m…”
I moved to her other breast, my teeth taking in the tender, soft flesh on the inner swell and biting down hard. I didn’t stop until the tinge of metal hit my tongue.
That did it. Somehow. I didn’t have the first damn clue how this delicate flower got off on my need to hurt her, but she did.
And something shifted further inside of me.
I sucked the blood from her breast as she quivered against me and came.
I closed my eyes tight, trying not to think about how badly I’d fucked up.
My mouth ripped away from her burning flesh. I roared out to the ceiling as I planted myself deep inside of her over and over again, letting her tight pussy wring my balls dry.
The guilt hit me instantly. She nearly crumbled to the ground as I stepped back, but managed to get her feet under her at the last second.
“No.” The word came out of my mouth in an angry whisper as I took her in.
I felt like I was choking. I hated myself.
Hated what I’d done. Hated that I’d ruined one of the good things that had come into my life in a long time, and I hated that I hadn’t had the chance to get to know how good she could have been.
But then I saw her. Really let myself take in her expression. And now I couldn’t breathe for a whole other reason.
She looked almost happy.
There was a smile on her face as her eyes hesitantly peeked up at me from under her lashes. Her plump, swollen bottom lip was trapped between her teeth, making me question just how done I was with her.
I wasn’t.
And that was a big fuckin’ problem.
“Don’t,” she said, her hand on my chest again. “Don’t run from me.”
My brow furrowed as I stared down at her. How the hell did she know what was going through my head?
“Kiss me, Vike. Feel that it’s okay.”
I was sure I was looking at her as though she was crazy. Normally, I was the insane one in the room. This felt… strange. And I didn’t know what to do. I was frozen stiff.
It didn’t matter, though, because she cupped my neck and tried her hardest to bring her lips to mine.
And for some sick reason, I dipped my head and let her take them.