Chapter 34 – Grim
Chapter Thirty-Four
Grim
My vision is tinged with red, and not from the blood splattered all over my face. Shaking my head doesn’t force away the red sheen. Someone grabs my arm as we walk down a hallway that feels like it should be familiar.
I spin, wrap my hand around their throat, and shove them against the wall.
“Back the fuck off.” It comes out a nearly incoherent snarl.
The man’s fist flies at my face, but I shove it away. He has dark hair and deep blue eyes, and I feel like I should recognize him.
I just don’t.
“Fuck. Come on, man. Enough of that bullshit.” The voice is familiar, but again, no clarity sparks in my mind.
Whoever the voice belongs to jabs a fist into my kidney, and I growl, spinning around.
“Well, at least you released Wilder.” He chuckles.
“Don’t show your ass now. You have a pretty little omega to take all that pent-up energy out on.
” The man tosses a thumb over his shoulder.
The woman is tiny.
I don’t know why he thinks it’s safe to let her anywhere near me. Her wavy dark hair falls just past her shoulders, and her hazy eyes sparkle as she meets my gaze. She has eyeliner or mascara smeared under her eyes, and her puffy pink lips seem swollen.
My stomach tightens.
She looks unsure of something, and my system riots at the thought she could be afraid of me.
I don’t hurt women.
My chest pangs, and I bring a hand to rub at the ache.
“You don’t recognize me. Do you?” she whispers.
It makes my heart feel like it’s ripping in two. She’s familiar, and I feel like I should know who she is, but my memory is gone. I don’t even know who I am.
“Mine,” I hear myself growl.
She sobs, nodding frantically. “I am.” With that, she bolts across the hallway, chucking herself at me.
I catch her, dragging her up my front.
There’s no way I should be touching something so delicate, especially when I’m stained in blood, but she pushes her mouth to mine.
I don’t have the heart to deny her, so I cradle her to my chest, kissing the fuck out of her in return. My hindbrain must be in charge because I find myself stomping down the hallway with her in tow.
The omega’s back bounces against the lockers as I rut up into her. Her fingers dig into the back of my neck, and every ounce of her desire seems to spill into me. It’s an unreal level of connection, only made more intense by her slick dripping down my bare cock.
I’m not an animal, but she makes me feel unhinged. Every inhale floods me with her pheromones, and the fury starts to subside.
“I told you he wouldn’t actually harm her,” Callum says, and it’s a shock to my system to know it’s his voice.
“We apparently weren’t included in that,” Wilder says.
I’d grimace if I wasn’t tongue deep in Lacey’s throat. It’s a relief to finally remember who I am and where we are.
Apparently, I won.
I’m also fairly sure I can taste Callum’s cum on her tongue.
Flashes of the show he put on play through my mind.
He winked at me while I was busy cleaning the floor with those assholes.
He’s lucky I’m distracted with my hands on Lacey’s ass.
I’m confident I could fuck her through the lockers and strangle him one-handed.
Her pussy locks down on my cock, and I groan against her lips as it gets almost impossible to thrust. Her cunt is like a goddamn vise, and the way the first inch or so ripples, searching for a knot, is even more surreal.
If I hadn’t already bitten her, I’d sink my teeth in now. I settle for growling into the kiss as I empty deep inside her.
“This is getting tedious,” Wilder grumbles. “I’m ready to go home and climb into bed.”
Fuck.
The fog got me again.
“Here, switch places with me,” Callum says, sliding Lacey’s hands to rest on the back of the love seat rather than his shoulders. “She was trying to get my dick into her mouth, so if you sit on the back of the couch…” He chuckles. “Just don’t fall off the back. I’m not holding your ass up.”
Glancing down at the little omega, I’ve got her bent over the front of the love seat, and I’m locked inside her pussy.
Jesus.
It’s taking longer than I would like to fully come back to myself this time, but I’m grateful Callum and Wilder seem to be taking care of Lacey when my mind is too addled to manage.
Wilder scrambles onto the cushion and prepares to push himself up to be at mouth level for Lacey, but I wrap my hands around the front of her shins.
“Don’t bother,” I grunt, moving to kneel in front of the love seat.
The pressure around my knot is unreal as I direct Lacey on how to position her legs. She ends up squatting over me.
I fist her hair and guide her to lean forward. She moans, wrapping her palm around Wilder’s length.
“Jesus, beautiful. You’re feverish again,” he says, brushing his fingers over her cheek.
“Rut,” Lacey demands.
I frown.
It seems like she doesn’t understand that she could bounce on my dick, but I’ll chalk that up to her being overloaded.
Callum comes to kneel next to Lacey, and he reaches over, teasing her clit. “You gonna fuck her or what?” The hoops in his lip and nose glint in the light as he taunts me with a condescending smile.
I move my hands to Lacey’s hips, pulling her ass cheeks apart with my thumbs. It completely changes the feel of the position, and she moans loudly. It’s muffled by Wilder’s cock in her mouth, but somehow the thought only spurs me.
Bucking up into her as much as I can when we’re locked together, I tell myself to stay focused in the moment. It would also be nice if she didn’t end the night covered in bruises that I’ll have to feel like shit about tomorrow. I let up on my hold, brushing my fingers over her soft skin.
She eventually finds her rhythm, rocking on her knees to force her pussy over my throbbing length at the same time she sucks Wilder like her life depends on swallowing a belly full of his cum.
I frown, realizing my hands are still covered in one of those asshole’s blood. Possibly both, now that I think about it.
“Come on, pretty girl. Embarrass them both at once.” Callum’s hand brushes my balls as he squeezes her pussy, and Lacey’s euphoria rips through the bond.
It ricochets into me with no warning, and I don’t have a chance of holding out. My knot pulses, swelling slightly as my cock empties deep inside her. My vision goes hazy, and I can’t even tell if this is real.
Hell, maybe they took my ass out in the ring.
A low growl rattles out of Wilder’s chest, making it sound like he lost the battle too.
Jesus.
How the hell did we get so lucky?
Lacey curls up in my lap in the back of the car with her feet hanging over toward Wilder. He wraps a hand around her ankle, smiling softly.
My instincts scream to growl and snarl, but she’s content, welcoming the touch.
Callum sits across from us with his back toward the front of the vehicle. I only sit in that row of seats when I have to. I find it disorienting, and it makes me carsick.
He kicks my foot and smiles. “You gonna thank me now?”
“Thank you?” I scoff.
If I could have gotten my hands on him earlier, I would have ripped him in two.
“Yeah, fucker. A thank you for ensuring you survived would be appropriate,” Callum says, laughing.
“Pretty sure I did that myself,” I grumble, soothing my hand up and down Lacey’s side.
“If things got questionable, I was going to strip out of every stitch of my clothing,” she mumbles sleepily. “Trust me, my dancing skills are so bad it would have been the perfect distraction.”
“Little one,” I growl, smacking her ass in warning. “No one else gets to see you like that.”
Callum snorts.
Wilder even gets in on the action, chuckling softly.
I tease my hand over Lacey’s butt, gently rubbing away the ache. But she didn’t seem to mind the playful swat.
“I appreciate you having a plan to come to my rescue.” Leaning down, I kiss her temple.
Wilder moves around in his seat, digging for something. “It’s Patrick. He’s probably looking for an update.” He sighs, answering the call. “This is Wilder.”
There’s some huffing and puffing coming from his direction that leads me to believe the other MC members didn’t just decide to let tonight stand.
Callum hisses out a breath, muttering, “Oh, fuck.”
My head tilts as I try to pick up what’s being said on the call, but his hearing must be better than mine.
“Yes, well then, it appears we’re both complicit. Does it not?” Wilder asks into the phone, but he stretches out a foot, kicking the shit out of Callum’s shin. “I say we both stay silent and see how everything plays out. There’s nothing that can be done tonight, anyway.”
There’s a bit more back and forth, and Wilder hangs up.
Lacey frowns, pushing up to look at him. “Is everything okay?”
Wilder’s eyes fall shut as he curses under his breath. He takes a few centering breaths, and the little omega climbs off my lap and over to sit with him.
He wraps his arms around her and glares at Callum over her shoulder. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I was technically going to let them live if they left the fight without a problem…” Callum offers a chagrined smile. “Only, I forgot to call Malachy, and I’m guessing he went ahead with the contingency plan we put in place.”
“You blew up an entire wing of a shitty little motel in your quest to murder those guys and destroy their bikes!” Wilder snarls, making Lacey jolt.
Her eyes widen, and she hugs Wilder like she has a hope in hell of holding him back if he decides to toss himself across the back of the car.
“It’s the middle of winter in Boston,” Callum says.
“It was a stupid move on their part to bring them. And secondly, I made sure not to blow them up outside of the warehouse.” He shrugs.
“That was Malachy’s idea about how to send a message, but I made sure they were nowhere it could be tied back to us. ”
“Oh, yeah?” Wilder growls. “Unless the fucking feds decide to track their whereabouts tonight!”
“That would be highly unlikely, when they had a meth lab in their hotel room,” Callum says, sounding exasperated.
“And yes, my guys helped Malachy ensure no one else was staying on that side of the motel. They also controlled the size of the blast, so don’t worry about innocent people being caught in the crossfire. ”
“This is a fucking nightmare, and you know it,” Wilder hisses.
Lacey pushes up on her knees, burying her face in his throat.
My nose twitches.
She’s dumping out soothing pheromones, but they don’t seem to be helping at the moment.
“If anything, the feds will start looking into their home chapter in Florida. I’m betting the cops assume they were trying to find a buyer to build a pipeline.
We have no connections to drugs. Sure, maybe they came to bet on a fight, but whatever they were up to tonight had nothing to do with them going boom.
If we do take any heat…” He shrugs. “We can lie low for a while. We have the perfect excuse. No way we could be out murdering MC members when we’re locked inside our sweet omega safe and sound at home. ”
“I think I’m having a stroke,” Wilder mutters, rubbing his forehead.
If Callum had all that set up…
I squint, trying to feel him out in the bond. He blocks me off immediately, which tells me all I need to know. He was never going to let the remaining guys walk away after the fight.
Not under any circumstances.
He would have put something much less elaborate in motion if it wasn’t a guarantee that he was going to act.
If nothing else, I imagine he would have called in an anonymous tip to Boston PD about the meth lab. If he went that route, one of them could have talked. Taking them out completely probably was the safer option.
Still, he should have let us in on the plan. At the very least, we could have helped coordinate logistics.
This is why he’s a loose cannon.
He puts his mind to something, and that’s that.
He better be right that this won’t come back on us. If this shit causes any trouble now that we have Lacey to protect, I will gut him myself.