Chapter 12 Callie #2
I wanted to text Hawk but didn’t dare until I left the building.
Walking back to my office, I typed a quick correspondence to the mayor and shut down my computer.
I wouldn’t send it until after I sat in my car.
I reached for my purse and rushed into the hall, avoiding conversation with any of the staff.
If I wanted to take sick time, I didn’t need permission.
I just had to let Elliot know I wasn’t feeling well.
Outside the building, I sucked in fresh air, trying to calm my anxious heart. I nearly ran to my car, throwing my purse inside as I sat behind the wheel. My fingers shook as I started it, pushed down the locks, and logged into my work email.
I found the request for sick time in my draft folder and sent it to Elliot.
This was a fucking disaster. Why did I think it would be safe to come back here?
I scrolled through my contacts and dialed Agent Phillips, but his number went to voicemail like it had every day for weeks.
Full-blown panic threatened to consume me, but I forced myself to focus. Backing out of the parking space, I headed toward the garage exit.
There, across the street, smoking as he leaned against his bike, stood Hawk. I realized he probably spent most of the day there, waiting for me to leave. Bet he thought it would happen sooner, but it didn’t matter now.
As soon as I saw him, a sob escaped my chest.
He noticed. His jaw clenched as he flicked the cigarette to the ground. It bounced, sparking as it hit the asphalt. He tapped his chest over his heart and ticked his head in the direction of The Roost, his club’s location.
I nodded, merged onto the street, and gripped the steering wheel as I drove.
The rumble of Hawk’s bike alerted me to his presence a few seconds before I saw him appear in my rearview mirror.
I couldn’t help the tears that formed as I blinked them back. Only two people were there for me when I needed them most in my life. One was missing, kidnapped by a monster. Riding on an iron beast, the other would follow me into hell. A dark knight and savior. The man who had claimed my heart.
I WAS BORED. WHEN I grew bored, it spelled disaster.
The gun in my hand spun around as I twirled it, knowing I loaded it earlier and was itching for a reason to use it. Maybe I could sense the change coming in the air. My body grew restless, and even fucking didn’t calm the beast.
He wanted blood. Carnage. A fresh kill.
Excess energy slid over my body and filled it, begging me to shift. I could go on a run. Hell, most of my club brothers would love it. They ached for the freedom of the beast as I did.
Of course, my animal was different. Always had been.
I was the alpha, and by process of elimination, I also became the president of the Dirty Death MC.
Wolves were pack animals, and the life of a biker easily fit into our mentality.
My father had been a wolf shifter, and his before him.
But none had done what I did to ensure I became the strongest alpha.
The vargulf could only be controlled by an alpha. No other possessed the will or power to do it. The legend of the vargulf had been passed down for generations. Rumors of my family controlling the wild beast circulated among my brothers.
The Dirty Death MC was formed as a way to keep our lives hidden from the public, allowing our pack to thrive and grow. My lineage always ruled as president. We killed to ensure it, destroying all opposition. Other alphas were eliminated or sent into exile.
But in order to take on the vargulf, a member of my family had to kill an innocent, leave the body and organs without feasting, and force the shift under a moon that wasn’t full.
Every generation, a new vargulf emerged.
Each completed the initiation to become the monster.
As far as we knew, only one could exist at a time.
Ten years ago, I slaughtered my younger sibling to become the vargulf. She was only eight years old.
My lip twisted in a snarl as I pushed from my chair, leaving the bar where I’d been drinking since dawn. The wolf’s metabolism burned off the liquor faster than I could consume it—one of the few things I hated about what I became.
When my mood was this foul, only Sadie calmed me.
I found her locked in her room, reading a book as she lounged on the balcony. I’d entered without permission, but that was nothing new.
“Sadie,” I growled, overwhelmed with her scent. Clean rain. Fresh wildflowers. A hint of spice.
My cock swelled, engorged within a few seconds.
“Come to me.”
She set down the book and entered the bedroom, closing the sliding glass door behind her. “Hello, Undertaker.”
I’d given her the best room in the compound. The balcony overlooked Lake Tahoe and the Sierra Nevada Mountains. I spoiled her and indulged her because I needed a mate.
The vargulf wanted to breed.
“Lay down on your back and show me your pussy.”
“As you wish.”
Sadie’s hips mesmerized me. She had childbearing hips. The kind that would bear my children without worrying about miscarriage. A sturdy frame and curves in all the right places.
She stripped naked, laying her clothes on the bed. Then, taunting me as she usually did, she climbed onto the mattress on all fours. Her ass jiggled as she turned, flopped onto her back, and opened her legs.
“Wider.”
I snapped the button on my jeans and released my cock, gripping it hard as I began to pump the length from base to tip.
“Touch yourself. I want to see your face as you come.”
She never denied me.
With every dip of her fingers into her wet, juicy cunt, I stroked faster, harder. A grunt left my lips as I felt my orgasm build.
Sadie’s hips began to move, her body responding to the lust unleashed freely between us. I had no illusion she did this for me. She obeyed because she was my prisoner.
But that would change soon.
I approached the bed, watching her beautiful face as she escaped me, lost in her thoughts and erotic fantasies. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to do that. I wouldn’t let her focus on anyone or anything but me.
My large hand landed on the mattress next to her head.
I got as close as I could, still pumping up and down my cock.
When her mouth opened, and she let out a moan, I watched her body convulse through her orgasm, joining her.
Cum exploded from the tip of my swollen cock, coating her generous breasts, flat stomach, and then lower.
I kept leaking fluid, excited as I hit the entrance to her pussy, hoping I managed to get some inside her.
Lowering to my knees, I shoved my head into her cunt, feasting on the combination of our fluids. I lapped at her with my thick, rough tongue, spearing it inside her until she couldn’t resist playing with her clit, coming a second time as I ate up every drop.
“You are mine,” I growled.
“You promised.”
“I never touched you. Only my tongue. I’ll use it anytime I wish.”
She gasped, unable to hide the fear in her eyes.
Good. She understood I would claim and mate her soon. I needed a reason to keep her from resisting. Something she couldn’t fight.
If I wanted Sadie to cooperate, there was only one way to ensure it. I licked the last of her essence and swallowed it down my throat, a slow smile working its way across my mouth.
Callie Withers. Sadie’s sister.
My wild card.