Chapter 5
Ace
Like the cowards we knew them to be, Los Lobos had jumped onto their bikes and hightailed it out of Chubs the moment they spotted my brothers coming our way. They had no interest in a fair fight. Those assholes were all about the ambush. As soon as their advantage disappeared, so had they.
Out of respect for Kierston and her bar, we let them flee like rats emptying from a flooded sewage drain. As much as I would have loved to make them bleed, I knew there’d be time for that later. Tonight, all I could think about was finding Cat.
We pulled up to the clubhouse and secured our bikes. Like most nights of the week that end in Y, there was a party going on inside. I usually loved a good party, but tonight I just felt irritated that there were so many people hanging around the compound.
Our prospects, what we call pledges in the biker world, had remained behind when I’d called my brothers to Chubs for the fight.
They weren’t supposed to be enjoying themselves while in their probationary period.
No drinking. No drugs. And absolutely no club pussy.
But I could tell a few of them had partaken of some of the forbidden indulgences when the MC had rushed out the door and nobody was left behind to babysit them.
Sliver, our youngest prospect, was coming out of the bathroom. He was accompanied by Chrissy, one of the club girls, just as we entered the clubhouse. The fact that he was zipping up his fly and his face was flushed and sweaty told me exactly what they were doing inside that bathroom together.
I didn’t give a shit if Sliver fucked half the women here, but prospects were expected to prove themselves before they joined the MC. Slipping off to get your dick wet when the Club expects you to hold down the fort in their absence wasn’t going to earn him his patch any faster.
“You’re back,” Sliver stammered, adding some distance between Chrissy and himself so as not to appear so guilty. Unfortunately, that ship had sailed as soon as I’d watched her wipe her mouth free of the kid’s spunk from her over-glossed lips.
“Yeah, not that you would have noticed,” I reprimanded, shooting Chrissy a pointed look. “You were too busy getting your knob polished to know if World War III was going down at the compound.”
Sliver, who got his name because he was so damned skinny, hunched his shoulders and tucked his hands in his pockets, making him look even smaller and younger than he already was. “Sorry, Ace. It won’t happen again. It’s just this damn Blood Moon’s got me so twisted up—”
I cut him a silencing glance, and the pup instantly shut the fuck up.
Though anyone who rode with this Club had to be a ware, not all the hang-arounds were.
Chrissy was 100% human. The last thing I needed was this dumb shit talking about Blood Moons and MC business around a big mouth like her.
The girl gossiped just as well as she sucked dick, and she sucked dick like her last name was Hoover. I knew that on a personal level.
Sliver’s face was nearly crimson when he recognized his gaff. If he could have sunk into the floor at that moment, he doubtlessly would have.
“Sorry, Ace, sometimes I don’t think,” he meekly responded.
“Just sometimes?” I coldly returned.
My brother Blitz showed up then, interrupting the prospect’s well-deserved flagellation. “Domino just filled me in about what happened,” my VP said, his countenance grave.
I scrubbed a hand down my face and cracked my neck to relieve some of the tension lingering there. Damn this Blood Moon. I was nearly crawling out of my skin tonight, and the lack of fucking and fighting had really left my body in need of some kind of big release.
To manage it, I blew out a deep breath and rolled my tense shoulders a few rotations. “Yeah, let’s get some whiskey and we can talk about it.”
Maybe alcohol could help ease some of this unspent energy. It was a slim chance, as wares had fast metabolisms and could usually burn it up quicker than it affected us, but it was at least worth a shot.
Blitz and I went to the living room where the bar was. He poured us a double finger each of top shelf whiskey. I felt the familiar burn as it sluiced down my throat, but it wasn’t enough. Tapping the glass to the bar top for another round, Blitz refilled our glasses again.
“Domino wasn’t exaggerating,” My VP said with a dark smirk.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I wasn’t in the mood for riddles. He’d better get to the point, or I’d start swinging.
Blitz wasn’t intimidated by my bluster in the least. He knew me better than almost anyone and could tell where that line was within a hair of it.
He shrugged, still wearing that fucking, irritating smirk.
The falcon tattoo on his neck gave the illusion of movement as he consumed the amber liquid from his glass.
“Some pussy’s got you all tied up in knots.
” When he was good and ready, he refilled both mine and his for a third time.
“Said that’s what started the fight between you and Kane. ”
I snorted with disgust. “Kane and I don’t need pussy to get into a fight, Brother.”
“It certainly is as good a reason as any to throw down over,” Blitz sagely reasoned.
He wasn’t wrong there. Cat, my future mate and mother of my children, whether she knew it or not, was worth laying down my life over. Busting a few knuckles outside of Chubs over a bastard like Kane was the least I could do for her.
“Is it true?” Blitz, a man of few words, posed seriously then.
“Is what true?” I groused. I was being a prick and excusing it on the full moon.
My brother didn’t beat around the bush. “Is she a latent omega?”
I sighed, knowing I had to talk to someone about this, and Blitz was the most obvious choice. Unlike Domino, the man was Fort Knox where secrets were concerned.
Not that Cat was a secret. I simply didn’t know enough about her, or her past, to say much of anything about it.
Doing so too openly could jeopardize her safety by drawing attention to her omega status.
So yeah, until I knew more, I wasn’t eager to discuss her situation with many people.
But Blitz wasn’t just anyone. He was my VP, my club brother.
I trusted him with my life, and he never let me down.
I came clean then. “Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking.
She’s got to be a latent. Her smell is…,” I tried to describe it, but failed to find the right words, “it’s powerful, man.
It nearly sent me into rut. When Kane got a nose full,” I shook my head at the offensive memory, “his eyes glazed over instantly with lust. He’s gonna want a piece, Brother.
There’s no doubt about it. To keep Cat safe, I’m going to have to find her before he does. ”
An alpha, which most wares were by default, went crazy over unclaimed omegas. For lack of a better comparison, they were like heroin to an addict. They were just too God damned tempting.
Once an omega was claimed, in other words, ridden hard and left dripping wet with our cum, their scent changed.
They still smelled amazing, but their pheromones mixed with ours and that was enough to make most other males back off.
Until then, their unique perfume would continue to draw every alpha within smelling distance.
Domino might be as much of an alpha as I was, but my being his Prez had allowed him the willpower to back off.
Packs were like that. Loyal. Trustworthy.
Devoted. The members respected one another, and that respect extended to their brothers’ mates.
But Kane was a different story. He didn’t owe me an iota of loyalty.
Hell, I doubt the feral man was even capable of it.
In fact, snaking his enemy’s girl would be like the icing on the cake for him.
The sweetest, most satisfying indulgence he could imagine.
With Cat, all bets were off. That ware would be willing to go to war over knotting her. Most shifters would.
Because Cat was essentially a lamb to the slaughter as an unclaimed omega, I couldn’t leave her unattended.
It wasn’t just Kane I had to be concerned about, either.
If another ware happened upon her, he wouldn’t be as benevolent as Domino had been.
He’d want a piece, just like Kane. And, just like Kane, he wouldn’t ask nicely for it.
Omegas were rare in comparison to alphas and thus were never left unprotected. It was simply too dangerous to do so.
“You’re right. Kane’s not going to back off until she’s claimed,” Blitz calmly stated, his intense blue eyes steadily meeting mine.
“I know he won’t. But the only problem is, I don’t know where Cat went after she left the bar. There wasn’t enough time to exchange our digits when Kane’s crew showed up at Chubs looking for a fight.”
A wave of anger swelled over me for the umpteenth time that night.
If Kane hadn’t blown into town, I’d be blowing my wad between my girl’s legs instead of bitching to Blitz about it.
What were the fucking odds of that, right?
Before this, I hadn’t seen Kane in months.
Now he showed up out of the blue, on Night Stalker territory, the night I met my mate!
Shit, if I didn’t have bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all.
“We’ll get Ringo on it. He’s a wizard with computers and shit. I’ll fill him in about it and see what he can dig up about the girl,” Blitz offered thoughtfully. “We’ll find her, Ace. It’s only a matter of time.”
Ringo was another prospect. He was a legacy, which meant he had family ties to the Club, and was proving to be helpful to the MC in more ways than one.
Nodding my head in gratitude, I begrudgingly accepted it had been the right call to confide in Blitz. He was one of the most solid, quick-thinking members in the Club. His right hook wasn’t so bad, either.
Domino strolled into the room then, Chrissy in one arm and Peaches in the other.
Because he’d run his mouth to Blitz about Cat, I wasn’t going to let him know where Chrissy’s had just been.
Not that the big bastard would care one fucking bit.
After missing the opportunity to bust skulls and go home with the bitch of his choice, he’d nut just about anywhere hot and wet right about now.
I shot him the bird and killed my third whiskey as the giant took a seat on the couch. Both club girls wordlessly got to their knees and began fighting to unbuckle his pants.
“What the fuck is that for?” Domino asked, mock wounded over my rude hand gesture.
“He’s mad you snitched about his girl,” Blitz provided, his humor still visible along the rim of his glass.
“Christ!” I ejected, pushing to my feet out of exasperation. “Does nobody keep their mouths shut in this damn Club?”
Chrissy won the race into Domino’s pants and swallowed down his cock with gusto. My brother hissed his pleasure, as she began working him over hard. Gripping her hair for leverage, he tugged her up and down his length, making her choke on his cock with each powerful stroke.
Wares were natural exhibitionists. Ware bikers even more so.
Sex in the open was a daily occurrence at the Club House.
A quick glance around the room proved this fact.
Many of the men were already in a state of undress, getting blown, fucking girls on the pool table, and generally making good use of the Blood Moon’s effects on our already legendary libidos.
My adrenaline spiked then from the energy all around me, and it felt like snakes were crawling under my skin. I needed some relief. Only Cat, the one I wanted it from, wasn’t here to give it to me.
Peaches, seeing that I was lazily watching the free show, smiled big and strutted over.
The woman was a walking advertisement for sex.
Long, bleached extensions that were teased to the max.
Bubble gum pink nails had been filed to a point.
Heels that were tall enough to give her a nosebleed.
And a dress so tight and short it could have doubled as a tourniquet in a pinch.
Lazily spinning a strand of hair around her finger, Peaches gave me a practiced, sexy pout. “You look lonely, Daddy. Let your girl, Peaches, make you feel good. You know exactly how sweet I can be.”
Her hand slipped between my legs and began to massage the epic bulge there.
Fuck me, it felt good! The only problem was, Peaches wasn’t my girl.
Sure, we’d had our fun together on more than one occasion, but we weren’t an item or anything.
Never had been. Never would be. After meeting Cat tonight, that point had become painfully obvious.
So, as easy as it would be to let Peaches unbuckle my pants and suck the cum from my balls, I decided relief of a different kind would be better for me tonight.
Placing my hand over hers, I gently removed it. “Why don’t you take care of Blitz, Peaches. I’ve got Club business to attend to.”
I was going for a run to clear my head. A run in wolf form. The whiskey, unfortunately, hadn’t worked. I needed to turn to the big guns: a shift. If that couldn’t calm me down, nothing could.
“You need some company, Prez?” Blitz asked.
Rising, he drained his glass and set it down on the bar top for one of the prospects to take care of later.
“If you’re up for it.” I told my oldest friend.
As suspected, Peaches didn’t go lonely for long.
Our brother, Gunner, walked into the room and she scurried to his side before one of the other girls beat her to him.
Before our brother could even finish the sentence, “Ride me as hard as you can, Peaches. It’s been a long day,” she had her skirt around her waist and was riding his cock and moaning loudly
“Easy come, easy go,” Blitz teased, as we headed for the front door.
I snorted, only wishing I had come at all tonight.