Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
ATHENA
“Thank you for doing this,” Wraith says as he helps me out of the car. “We can use all the insight you have into the Sons of Destruction’s operation.”
I nod and take a deep breath, setting my sights on the front door of the Wicked Riders clubhouse. At least it looks cleaner and a bit more modern than the clubhouse my father was in charge of.
“I want them punished as much as you guys do, believe me.”
“I do, little goddess. Fuck, I do. I hate that you were part of any of this. Your fuckin’ father has a bullet with his name on it, swear to Christ…”
I wrap my hand around his, tugging Wraith closer to me. The rage in his eyes subsides when he looks at me. “I’m right here, okay? You’re keeping me safe, remember? We’ll take everyone down together.”
Wraith grins and bends down, pressing his lips to mine. I gladly open up for him, welcoming the sensual strokes of his tongue against mine. His hands slide down my body, resting on my hips. I loop my arms around his neck, not wanting this to ever end.
We finally break apart for oxygen, though Wraith looks at me with the same crazy, lust-filled gaze I’m giving him. “Meeting first. Then, more of that,” he growls.
I roll my eyes at his over-the-top reaction, but I secretly love it. How can someone as sexy, gruff, and yet sweet feel lucky to be with me? I’m… a big girl. Wide hips, thick thighs, rolls, and all. Wraith, on the other hand, looks like he benchpresses school buses for a living.
Wraith opens the door for me, but I hesitate.
He takes my hand in his, and we walk into the clubhouse together.
I can’t concentrate too much on the decor of the bar and dining area.
My stomach is in anxious knots to meet the President and talk to him.
The only other MC Prez I’ve met was my father, and, well… that ended poorly.
When we get to the back room, I’m shocked speechless when I see Mika sitting between three large men, one of whom I assume is the President.
I met her briefly in the padded room we were held in before the auction started.
Mika and the woman she came with, Melodie, were on some heavy sedatives, so I’m surprised she remembers me.
She smiles and gets up from her chair, throwing her arms around me. “Mika?” I ask in pure confusion. “You escaped, too?”
“Athena, right?” she answers. I nod. “I was saved by my Shadow,” she answers with a smile. I’m about to ask which one of the men is Shadow, but then he smiles and blushes slightly at the mention of his name. Adorable.
“Thank fuck,” I breathe out. “What about Melodie?”
Her shoulders drop. “I have no idea. We’ve been tracking down the women who were being trafficked and making sure they have the resources they need to get back on their feet. So far, the guys and I have found everyone except Melodie.”
“Dammit,” I curse. Heads nod in agreement around the table. “We’ll find her. We have to,” I assure Mika, squeezing her hand.
We all take our seats, except for one man who stands and towers over everyone with his arms crossed over his chest. The Prez, I assume. “Thank you for meeting with us, Athena,” he starts. “We have the same goal, and I’m hoping with your help, we can rid the planet of these fuckers for good.”
“I haven’t known my dad for very long, so I don’t know how helpful I’ll be,” I hedge. “But I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
“Sometimes our brains store more details than we think,” Reaper replies. “First, tell us how you came to stay with the Sons of Destruction. Then, can I ask you some questions about their operation and the chain of command?”
“Of course. Like I said, I was really only there for about three weeks. Things back home in West Virginia were…” I hesitate with how to continue.
Wraith rests his hand on my thigh under the table, squeezing me to remind me he’s right here.
“Not great,” I finish. “So I went on a cross-country adventure to connect with the father I never knew. Things were great for a little bit. He seemed surprised, but accepted the truth without much pushback. Now I know why. I think he was planning to sell me off even back then. So stupid. God, I’m so stupid,” I mutter.
“Athena, no part of this is your fault,” Wraith says, kissing my temple. Mika gives me an encouraging smile.
I tell the men and Mika about the couple of weeks I spent living the high life as MC royalty. Food, clothes, shoes, whatever I wanted was delivered to my fully furnished apartment. Until one day, dear old dad decided it was time for me to pay up.
Reaper and Shadow ask several questions, then someone named Rogue chimes in with some tech questions that I can’t answer. After what feels like hours, Wraith finally puts an end to the inquisition. Everyone agreed we could continue later, which I’m thankful for.
Mika hugs me again, and we make tentative plans to hang out just the two of us. It will be nice having a real friend. That reminds me, I need to call and check in with Acacia soon and see if she made it up the mountain safely.
“Ready to go home?” Wraith asks.
“Home,” I repeat. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a home. Actually, I don’t know that I would call the trailer park home. It certainly isn’t comforting, nor does it hold any nostalgia worth remembering.
He loads me up on the back of his bike, instructing me to wrap my body around his back. We drove the car straight here from the hotel we stayed in last night, so this is the first time I’ve been on Wraith’s bike.
I squeal and tighten my grip around his torso when he revs the engine. “Hang on, my little siren,” he calls out.
Wraith tears out of the parking lot, making me laugh even as I cling to his solid muscles.
The leather seat vibrates between my thighs, making me sensitive and aware of every single thing touching my body.
The wind tangling my hair is more intense, the warm leather underneath me nearly burning through my clothes as I rock slightly against Wraith’s hard body.
The ride is over too soon. Just as I’m about to dismount, Wraith jumps off his motorcycle and lifts me up, turning my body and pressing me against the still-rumbling and vibrating bike.
“You like riding my bike, beautiful?” he growls, licking a stripe up my neck.
“Y-yes,” I breathe out.
“Did it get you all worked up?”
“Mmhm,” I say on a moan when he nips the sensitive spot beneath my ear.
“Does my woman need more from me?”
“Yes.”
As soon as the word leaves my lips, Wraith has me flung over his shoulder. I giggle at how eager he is, and Wraith smacks my ass lightly.
We make it to the couch, where he deposits me next to him.
His mouth crashes down on mine in the next second, his hands cupping my face in a possessive hold.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that since we walked into the clubhouse.
” God, that gravelly voice travels through me like a flame, igniting the embers of my lust. Wraith moves even closer, his lips and nose trailing up my neck until he reaches the shell of my ear.
“Are you still thinking about this morning, my little siren?”
My breath catches in my throat, and I tilt my head back, giving him more access to my sensitive flesh. He inhales my scent, licking and nipping down my neck and shoulder.
“Please,” I whisper, not sure what I’m asking for.
“Want me to stop?”
“No!” I nearly shout, making Wraith chuckle. “K-keep going.” My voice is trembling with need, and I’m aching in a way only my giant, sexy, possessive biker can fix.
“As you wish, Athena. All I want to do is give you pleasure.”
Wraith’s lips connect with mine, as kiss after kiss keeps crashing into me like a bombardment of waves, each one stronger and more devastating than the last. Wraith’s confession overwhelms me, and I drown in his truth, his lips, his tongue, his teeth.
I find my body responding to him in an intensely desperate way.
Before I even know what I'm doing, my legs move, and I climb over him, straddling his lap. I guess this is my default now when I’m around Wraith, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
His hands run up my thighs and grip my hips, rocking my body into his.
“Shit, Athena,” he groans as he kisses down my neck.
I love the feeling of his lips on my skin, how they softly tickle all the sensitive spots along my jaw, neck, and shoulder. I shudder when his tongue darts out, warm and wet, sliding across my skin and setting it ablaze.
“I want to feel more.” I’m not sure he heard my breathy plea at first, but then Wraith groans and kisses me deeply as he slides his hands under the hem of my shirt.
The rough pads of his fingers dance over the skin on my lower back as I continue to rock into his hardness beneath me.
Then, he reaches lower, slipping his hands into the waistband of my yoga pants, under my panties.
Wraith grips my cheeks and lifts me easily, rubbing my body against his and angling me so his jean-clad cock hits my clit with each rocking motion.
I cry out, the ache only growing stronger. It’s not enough to satisfy, the contact keeping me just on the edge. I feel like I’m reaching for something, my back arching, my muscles tensing, but I’m not quite there.
“More, please, I need more,” I moan.
“So fucking sexy. I’m trying to go slow here.”
“I don’t want slow. I just want you.”
This triggers something inside of Wraith. He growls, and I suddenly find my back pressed against the seat cushions as my strong, dominant man kneels between my legs. Seeing him serve me and pleasure me like this feels powerful in a way I’ve never experienced.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. His words are so quiet, I’m not sure if they are meant for him or me.
Wraith hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my pants and starts to tug them down. I squirm in anticipation, knowing I’m ready for whatever he’s going to do next. I just need to feel him, need him to quench this fire burning deep inside.