Chapter 9 Undertaker
“Fuck. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
My fingers grazed the cut slut’s skull, moving her head back and forth on my cock as I fucked her mouth. She slobbered all over my dick, saliva dripping from her chin in long sticky strands. Her eyes bulged as I shoved in deeper, slamming into the back of her throat.
The sounds she made. Like she was about to choke and couldn’t breathe. Fucking beautiful.
I reached down, pinching her nose as she began to panic, sputtering around my girth. Her slim body jolted with every snap of my hips. I kept up the brutal pace growing excited as her body grew limp. She almost lost muscle control.
“I’m going to come. You swallow every fucking drop,” I ordered, tugging her head back until the glazed look in her eyes began to disappear. “I want to see my cum sliding down your throat.”
Her neck bulged as I pumped a few more times.
With a growl, I unloaded, coming so fucking hard that I couldn’t stop, filling up her mouth and throat as she struggled to obey. Milky fluid spilled out of the corners of her lips as she repeatedly swallowed, shoving the cum back up from her chin and trying to stuff it into her mouth.
Fucking hilarious.
I slapped her lips with my dick, spurting a few more times before I finally finished. Sure, the release felt good, but not exceptional. Never would. Not unless I mated.
A fucking curse if you asked me.
I shoved the bitch away from me, disgusted. She was nothing more than a hole to fill. I hated the sight of her.
“Leave,” I spat. “Send in your cousin.”
The girl shook her head. “Please. You can fuck me anywhere you want. Just not her.”
Did I fucking stutter? Hell no.
“Are you refusing me?” I roared, pissed I had to deal with this shit when I had enough on my mind. Fucking Devil’s Murder MC was making my life difficult. I hated those cocky motherfuckers.
“No-no,” she stammered.
I didn’t think so. “Tell her to come naked. I need to fuck some pussy.”
My libido always grew unbearable when I got pissed or agitated.
I had to fuck the restless beast into submission.
Not much else subdued him except for bloodshed.
He fucking loved the hunt. Ripping flesh apart and gobbling up the organs kept him satisfied and healthy, but I couldn’t go around killing people every fucking day.
He loved the kill more than feeding, and that had become an obsession.
Maybe I shouldn’t have embraced the vargulf.
Too late to fucking regret it now.
“Go!” I shouted when the girl didn’t listen.
She ran from the room, choking on a sob as she went.
Fuck. The monster inside loved the scent of fear. I inhaled, taking in the spicy, slightly acrid odor. So fucking intoxicating. A fucking aphrodisiac. Excitement stimulated my cock, and I stiffened, swelling with lust.
By the time the girl’s cousin entered the room, I danced on the edge of my control. This wouldn’t be gentle. Of course, it never was. The beast fucked. He needed wild and uncontrolled sex, submissive women he could dominate.
I let my thoughts slip to my prisoner. She didn’t invade them often because I coveted her and didn’t want to share. I had grown possessive over my pretty doll. Her life became mine as a debt. And oh, how that excited me.
The beast enjoyed knowing she belonged to us.
“Fetch my bride,” I ordered as I stuck my head outside the door, barking my orders to my beta who also happened to be my new VP. I demanded loyalty and obedience both as the leader of my pack and the president of this club.
He dipped his chin. “Yes, Alpha.”
I growled, pacing as I waited for the women.
The first arrived. A petite blonde with a tight ass I already enjoyed several times this week.
“On all fours,” I snarled, watching as she climbed the bed, assumed the position, and her body quivered.
Fear. Desire. They formed a strange scent entangled together.
Delicious.
“Play with your pussy while you wait for me.”
I continued to pace, ignoring my cock as it bobbed with every step, swollen, hungry, waiting to unleash his fury.
Just as I thought my patience would snap, she entered—my darling captive.
“Hello, Sadie,” I practically purred, struck by her beauty.
“Undertaker.”
My hand rose, fisting my erection. Slowly, I began to stroke.
She didn’t react.
The perks of being an escort. Nothing sexual usually fazed her. I’d have to change that once I claimed her.
“I want you to watch while I fuck.”
“As you wish.”
She never denied or sassed me. Her years with the DOLL Agency had taught her exactly how to please a man without ever allowing him to dominate her spirit. Such a remarkable, rare trait few women possessed yet alone wielded. This temptress could handle it all with finesse.
There was something different about Sadie.
A bond I sensed could form between us. A link I had never been able to feel with any other creature or human.
She would be ripe, her womb open, ready to receive me, and her body would welcome me into her depths.
I could breed her, fuck her, and mate her.
The shock and thrill of it still pulsed through my veins since the moment I figured it out.
Mine. All fucking mine.
This angel belonged to the devil.
“I’d like you to masturbate while I fuck her.”
“Yes, Undertaker.”
Sadie sat on a nearby chair, spreading her long luscious legs open as she lifted the hem of her dress, pushing it close to her waist. I spotted the perfect outline of her pussy through her silk panties, lost to the beast and his carnal needs as I salivated.
Her fingers began to swirl her clit, and I groaned.
My body trembled while I positioned myself behind the girl on the bed, unaware of her name or unwilling to learn it.
Only Sadie mattered. Shaky fingers played with her clit, but I smacked them away, taking my cock in hand and sliding from base to tip.
The excitement and expectation rolled through me.
Without warning, I slammed inside the girl, unleashing the monster’s sexual aggression unrestricted. I fucked her so hard I heard her teeth click together, forcing her head to the mattress.
My hips pistoned, driving into her even when I spotted the drops of blood on the sheets. They spurred on the beast, coaxing him into a partial transformation. My claws lengthened. My mouth ached as I felt my teeth sharpen. My vision enhanced, heightened awareness brightening the room.
I looked down, watching my dick plunging in and out of the girl, transfixed by the blood coating my length, staining my dick with every brutal thrust. Too bad it wasn’t because she couldn’t take me. No. I had her in my bed all week because her monthly cycle began, and I loved to fuck a bloody cunt.
My head lifted, and I locked eyes with Sadie, watching her hips as they moved in tandem with mine, the rhythm we found together exciting and sensual.
It wasn’t hard to imagine her body beneath me, taking every inch as I pumped harder.
She never tried to hide her reactions or deny her body’s desires. Another reason I needed her to be mine.
When her nipples grew hard, straining against the material of her dress, I knew she was close. Her hormones saturated the room with her sweet, sharp scent, like cloves and anise. Someday I would have my tongue inside her when she came.
Her soft cries filled my ears, blocking out any other noise.
I gripped the girl’s hips on the bed, pulling her back against my thighs as I pounded into her pussy.
Vaguely, I heard her screaming as blood gushed around my cock.
Her cum disgusted me. I only wanted the woman across the room, staring at me with a hunger that matched mine.
Well, fuck. Maybe her appetites were a wickedly perfect match for a beast.
That thought brought me to completion, jerking as I filled the hole I needed but didn’t truly desire. My nails and teeth returned to normal, no longer embracing the partial shift. The room darkened. When I pulled out, I chuckled at the stretched, loose flesh left behind.
Sniffing, I sensed her period had ended. She no longer served a purpose.
“Go,” I snapped. “Get out of my bed.”
The girl rushed to obey, dripping fluids as she stumbled from the room.
I turned to Sadie, flopping down on the bed. My cock remained engorged, ready to go again if I wanted.
Satisfied for now, I patted the mattress. “Sleep next to me.”
She arched a brow.
“Do it. I’ll keep our bargain.”
No touching her until she asked me.
“If you like,” she answered, smoothing her dress over her hips. “I won’t deny you.”
Fuck. That phrase got to me every time she said it.
“You please me,” I stated, stifling a yawn.
“Good.”
Her sweet smile was the last thing I saw before closing my eyes, allowing my body to seek the rest it needed.
Did I trust her? No. But that only inflamed my obsession.
“WE NEED TO MAKE A SMALL detour,” I announced as I uncovered my bike in the parking garage.
“Where?”
She didn’t ask why, although I could see the question burning in her eyes.
“I need to pick up a package at a local gym. It’ll be quick. Something for my pres, okay?”
She opened her mouth to protest, thought better of it, and closed her lips, licking them before she nodded. “Okay.”
Fuck. What a good girl.
“Get on, beautiful,” I ordered after I tucked the tarp into my panniers and fired up the engine. “We don’t want to linger here long.”
Her eyes widened like she just remembered the Dirty Death MC and our whole reason for coming here.
As she slid behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, it occurred to me that I never had a woman on the back of my bike until now.
Some of my brothers weren’t as picky about that shit as me, but I saw it as a statement—a declaration of my intention.
No woman rode behind me unless I planned to claim her as mine. Hence the reason no one ever had.
Until now. Callie was quickly breaking all my rules.
Did I hate it? Fuck no.