Chapter 11
Ace
It was fucking hard leaving Cat behind, even though I’d called a prospect to keep an eye on her place in my stead. Until the threat of Kane was eradicated, my girl wasn’t going anywhere without a personal bodyguard. Period. End of story.
Before I left her apartment, I’d called a Club meeting.
What happened tonight needed to be dealt with and dealt with quickly.
I knew Cat was my mate before she’d sucked my dick like a goddamned pro.
But afterward, it was all I could do to tear myself away from the comfort of her warm bed and hot body.
However, Anna’s presence had put an end to my plans of bedding and turning Cat tonight. As much as it pained me to do so, I had to wait to reveal the omega she was always meant to be. To do it any other way would be unsafe.
The ride home on my bike had been fucking uncomfortable.
I still had a rock-hard dick, and it didn’t seem like it was going down any time in the near future.
How could it? I still had the smell of Cat’s pussy on my hands and my lips and in my nose.
It was fucking heady. Like I’d been shot up with a syringe of adrenaline after snorting several lines.
To put it bluntly, it was unlike any high I’d ever known.
And as a biker and a ware, I’d nearly tried them all.
I found the majority of the guys gathered in the living room of the compound, shooting pool and pleasuring themselves with the Club girls.
As I entered, I saw that Domino had one of the regulars, I couldn’t tell which one from this angle, up against the wall.
He was fucking her so hard I could hear her back slamming against it every time he thrusted, punctuated by his deep grunt.
Blitz spotted me and walked over with two beers in hand. “You’re back earlier than I would have thought.”
I frowned, irritated to be reminded of how my evening had been cut short. “Cat had unexpected company. Human company. I couldn’t exactly fuck her and trigger a change until we were alone.”
Blitz casually sniffed the air. “You sure you didn’t fuck her? Sure smells like you did.”
I laughed, slapping my best friend on the back. “I’m not a saint, Brother. I had to have a taste before I left. If I didn’t, I would have gone insane.”
“I’m impressed that you were able to pull yourself away at all. Unclaimed omegas are some powerful beings. It’s rare that an Alpha has the strength to not stick his dick inside one,” the biker acknowledged with a respectful tip of his bottle.
Just then, Domino threw his head back and bellowed his climax. Ramming hard one final time into Ginger, I could see her red hair from here now, before stilling and dumping a sizable load into the petite woman. He pulled out and set her feet onto the ground before dragging his pants up.
“I guess the Blood Moon has really gotten to Dom. If he’s not careful, he’s going to scare away the girls,” I teased, as Ginger dazedly began to put herself back together again. Even from where I was standing, I could see that her skirt was on backwards and her left tit was hanging out of her top.
Blitz chuckled. “Nah! Those bitches love ware dick too much. They can’t get enough of it. It’s what keeps them coming back night after night.”
“True,” I acknowledged, before checking my watch. “I’m going to go take a quick shower. Let the guys know to meet me at Church in about twenty minutes.” They might be my brothers, but I didn’t want them smelling my girl’s pussy all over me.
“Will do,” Blitz agreed, and I turned and walked out of the room.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I went to the second floor where our personal rooms were located.
As soon as I was inside mine, I closed the door and stripped.
Cat’s smell, still so pungent, tickled my nostrils and shot straight to my dick, causing it to harden and the knot at the base to tingle.
If I didn’t do something about it soon, I was going to suffer even worse than I already was.
Surprisingly, Cat hadn’t noticed the glands on my dick when we’d fooled around earlier.
In the throes of the early heat that overtook omegas when they were around Alphas and hadn’t been fucked yet, she’d been so distracted by her blind need, she’d somehow missed them.
Lucky for me, because it would have been a difficult thing to explain to someone who didn’t know anything about the supernatural world.
I didn’t bother testing the water before I stepped inside. The cold stream cleared my head some as I pumped a few squirts of liquid soap into my hands and began to scrub up with it.
Cold water or not, my dick wasn’t going down any time soon. I was going to have to beat off to relieve some of the tension, though that was going to be a pathetic second to what the real deal would do for me.
Pumping another shot of soap into my palm, I lowered it to my cock and began to stroke. I was so close to the edge, it wouldn’t take long to tip myself over. Slapping my hand against the tile wall, I began a slow, steady tug.
Cat was immediately present in my mind as I began to stroke myself.
I hadn’t given any attention to those perfect tits that I knew would feel like pillowy soft clouds in my hands, an oversight I couldn’t wait to fix.
That bow shaped mouth had sucked me so good I’d almost blacked out.
And that pussy! Fucking Christ! It was utter perfection.
She tasted like honey. Pure sweetness. Like the nectar of the gods.
I could lick her all day long and never get enough.
Somehow, my dick grew even more engorged. The thought of Cat on her knees, worshipping my cock with her tongue before she swallowed me deep down her throat, played on a loop in my head.
Growling, I began to jerk faster. My breaths came faster and harder as did the pressure on my shaft. In my fury, I imagined picking up where we left off. Tossing Cat on her back, spreading her thighs wide, and plunging deep into her wet heat.
I grunted as I imagined penetrating that snug pussy hole of hers.
The tight walls of muscle parting under the forced pressure of my cockhead.
On the first thrust, I was a goner. My muscles seized, my hips began bucking, and I tossed my head back with a guttural howl that sounded both euphoric and lonesome for my missing mate, all at the same time.
Thick ropes of hot cum spurted out of my dick onto the shower wall in multiple pulses. I shivered as the pleasure coursed over me as tangibly as the water.
When I had milked every last drop from my greedy dick, I leaned against the cool tile and let the water pour over me for a bit. Then, when I’d come back down to Earth, I washed myself again. To my dismay, I looked down and saw my cock was still semi-hard.
Sighing, I leaned over and cut off the water. I was just going to have to accept that I wasn’t going to have any relief tonight, or any other, until I seated my knot deep inside Cat.
Checking my phone once I’d gotten out of the shower, I saw that I had two missed calls and a handful of messages. Since none were urgent, or from my pretty omega, I pocketed my cell and headed down to Church, our name for a Club meeting.
As I strolled into the wood paneled room, I noted I was the last to arrive. Good. That way we could get started straight away. Taking my seat at the far side of the room, the men immediately quieted down as I sat in my chair and were now staring expectantly at me.
Gazing around the table, I let the impact of silence precede me before stating, “We have a problem gentleman. Kane Dyer, the President of Los Lobos, has crossed a line tonight he can step back from.”
Many of the expressions in the room mirrored my own. Kane was an enemy to all of the Night Stalkers, but to some, it was personal.
Smokey, an old timer, had a look of pure hatred written across his grizzled face. Like me, he had a personal stake in ending Kane. Before the Los Lobos leader had ever assumed power, he’d severely beaten the man’s human nephew for the miniscule offense of bumping into him at a bar.
Since the boy was human, and Kane was not, he’d taken a beating that nearly cost him his life.
He’d spent three days in a coma before miraculously pulling through.
When everything was said and done, the boy had suffered several broken bones and had to relearn to walk, needing the aid of a cane and months of physical therapy sessions before he could manage on his own again.
The unforgivable experience had put Smokey and his family through absolute hell.
His sister, also a ware, had never fully recovered.
She still lived in fear that Kane would return one day to finish the job. To be fair, I’m surprised he hadn’t.
To put it mildly, my brother wanted a chance at revenge, just like I did.
He’d have taken it years before, when the incident occurred, if our former president had allowed it.
Instead of real blood, Kane had been forced by his club to pay a blood debt, money paid for a personal wrong when physical bloodletting wasn’t permitted by your Alpha.
Now that I was in the driver’s seat, my brother was going to get the belated chance to rectify his old grievance.
Money, no matter how much, would not right this wrong.
Sure, we’d take that too, but not until we’d taken everything else the man had to give. Including his worthless life.
“What did Kane do this time?” Donner, a ware who’d recently joined the Night Stalkers, asked in a bored tone.
Donner came from a pack on the East Coast, and I didn’t know him as well as the rest of my Club.
He was a surprisingly business-minded ware who’d significantly increased the MC’s coffers since joining our pack.
Still figuring the elusive man out, I explained my story about Cat.
As I spoke, I absorbed the varied reactions around the room.
Some were passive, most were interested, a few were eager to draw blood in the name of our honor.