Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Justice
Fuck me. I can’t get enough of my mate’s body.
Her little thoughts had me ready to blow my load within seconds, but no way was I gonna do that like some teen shift pup who hit puberty.
Dislodging from Annahi’s pussy, I fight the need to slide right back inside.
My cock is still hard and ready to go. I love being in her sweet heat, but it was time to get her back to the clubhouse.
With it getting dark, danger would be swarming around in the darkness, and I want her nowhere near it.
“Come on, Peanut, let’s get you dressed and back on my bike,” I tell her, helping her to her feet.
I grab her discarded jeans, pulling the panties from them and tucking them into my pocket.
“Hey, I need those,” she murmurs, a blush tinting her cheeks.
“You won’t be needing them or anything else once I get us back to the clubhouse.
I intend to take you straight to bed, baby, where I’ll be diving into that sweet pussy all over again.
” I grin and help her pull on her jeans before fixing my own.
I needed a moment to let the erection go down at least marginally before tucking myself away.
Not fun dealing with a hardon and righting jeans.
Taking Annahi’s hand in mine, I guide her on the small walk back to where my bike was parked. I help Annahi on behind me, loving how natural she seems to be at wrapping herself around me.
I start my bike, and it comes to life with a thundering rumble. Damn, I love the sound of my bike. Lifting the kickstand, I hit the throttle, heading back down the narrow road leading to the one heading to the clubhouse.
We weren’t far from the clubhouse when suddenly we were not alone, and it wasn’t a friend who was joining us.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The last thing I need is for anything to happen to Annahi. She’s not protected on the back of my bike, and if they run me off, she’ll be hurt, if not killed.
I refuse to let that happen. I call my beast forward enough to call out into the night, not just to warn my brothers but to ask for help. The return of a howl makes me feel marginally better, but not by much.
The enemy is too close, and my brothers might not make it to us in time.
I was going to have to think. Get ahead of them before they end up causing me to wreck my bike, which would only piss me off that much more.
Granted, it’ll be a close second if they cause anything to happen to the woman holding tight to me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks through the connection between us.
“Just hold tight, baby. Whatever you do, don’t let go. No matter what,” I tell her, not wanting to freak her out.
Annahi does as I tell her, tightens her arms around me, her fingers clenching in my shirt. “Something’s wrong, I can hear them.”
“Don’t worry, help is on the way, but I’m not gonna lie, shits about to go down and it’s not gonna be pretty. If I tell you to run, that’s exactly what I want you to do.”
“But I don’t want to leave you.”
Fuck me. This woman is mine, and I love her. I don’t want anything to happen her.
The howls of the enemy come closer, and then I see them.
One on either side of my bike, teeth bared and looking for blood. I refuse to let them have it.
Snarling, I twist the throttle and start to pull away when Writ uses his nose to clip my back wheel.
I didn’t have to get a good look at him to know it was him.
Nor do I have to look to the other side to know it’s Law.
They were all here. All of them, and they were trying to get me to wreck my bike.
Damnit.
Annahi lets out a scream and buries her face in my back as I struggle to keep the bike upright at the speed I’m going.
I swear to all the gods, I’m going to kill them all.
Every last one of them.
One of them leaps and snaps at the back tire. There’s no stopping what happens, and I see red. Both Annahi and I go flying through the air.
I shift, midair, doing everything I can to take the brunt of the impact for Annahi.
The ground slams into me with a bone-crushing force, my fur taking some of the impact, but not all of it.
Pain explodes through my body as I roll, desperately keeping Annahi tucked against me.
I hear her whimper, the sound making my beast howl with rage.
I wanted my brothers’ blood for that whimper alone.
“Justice!” she cries out, her voice trembling. I could feel her fear flowing into me like it was my own.
“I’m okay, baby,” I try to reassure her through the connection. It’s a damn good thing that she and I can communicate through our bond. My massive body curls around her protectively while I scan for our attackers, ready to launch at them at any movement they make toward us.
Writ steps forward, his blackish-brown fur nearly similar to my own, catches in the moonlight.
Right behind him, the others, brothers I refuse to claim any longer.
I recognize them all by scent and the cocky stances.
The way they’re snarling, looking ready to launch themselves at me at any given moment, has me ready.
“Annahi, you need to run, Peanut,” I tell my mate. “I’ll keep them distracted.”
“No, Justice,” Annahi all but screams in my head. “That could be what they want. Separate us.”
Fuck.
She’s right.
These fucking rogues are gonna pay for this bullshit they’re playing at.
I brace myself, my muscles coiling with tension as I prepare to defend Annahi with my life.
There’s no way I’m letting her get hurt.
She’s been hurt enough in her life, and it’s my job as her mate to see that it doesn’t happen anymore.
“Stay behind me,” I command. I’m barely holding to the rage flowing through my bloodstream.
Annahi is all that matters to me, and I hope like fuck my club brothers will show soon. I need to be able to hold them off until they get here.
The circle tightens as my former brothers advance, their muzzles pulled back in snarls that once might have intimidated others but now only fuel my fury racing inside me.
I can feel Annahi’s trembling body pressed against my flank, her fingers clutching my fur.
The mind shield, she only today figured out how to put up, comes down.
But it’s different.
I’m able to hear the thoughts of the rogues. The way they come at me isn’t like it was before when Annahi didn’t have a handle on her gift. She was projecting them to me, sharing it with me. Giving me the upper hand that I need to keep her safe.
Writ takes another step forward, his eyes glinting with malice.
I don’t wait for him to make the first move.
I lunge, teeth bared, aiming straight for his throat.
He dodges, but not quickly enough—I catch his shoulder, tearing through fur and flesh.
The taste of his blood fills my mouth with the foulness that I know I won’t be able to wash away easily.
Granted, I don’t care. I relish it as I go for more.
Distant howls and snarls fill the air, a slight calm coming over me, knowing it was my real brothers coming to assist. And it wasn’t just a few. It was all of them. Every last shifter that I’ve called brother since joining the MC.
Thank fuck.
I feel one of the rogues, probably Creed or Rule, jump on my back, biting at my neck, trying to get a grip of me to take me down.
With Annahi’s shield down and me being able to hear, I’m able to stay ahead of them to keep them from doing what they’re trying to do.
It’s hard to focus on getting these bastards down with Annahi so close and making sure they keep their focus on me, but it seems they’re all focused on me and not her.
“They want to kill you and take me,” Annahi’s voice is trembling in my head.
Snarling, I start fighting harder. Not just for her, but for myself as well. I need to be here with her.
The weight of the rogues is lifted off me as I sense the others entering the fray.
Focusing on Writ, I see he’s foaming at the mouth.
Eyes are blood red, and I know him. He’s about to go for a death shot at my throat, and I’m ready for it.
He thinks he can take me on, let him try.
He had a better chance when it was them against just me, now the ones I trust most are here to help.
Snapping my jaws and snarling, growling, swiping my claws at Writ, the fight is ugly. He’s stronger than he had been when we were both just whelps learning to fight. Regardless, he’s no match for me.
Finally, I get him pinned, my teeth in his neck, clamping down, and I give one last snarl as I twist, breaking his neck.
I release his neck immediately, taking a step back, though my eyes are on the dead coyote on the ground. I dip my head and nudge Writ once and let out a scoffing snort.
Looking away from him, I turn to find my brothers had taken care of the others, though it seems Writ is the only one to die. All of them were in human form.
All of them, my blood brothers, were there on their knees.
“What do you want to do with them, Justice?” Corbin demands, looking directly at me as he asks.
I shift, not giving a damn about my nudity. Shifters never worry about it, but as I glance at Annahi and reach for her, I see her cheeks are flushed and she’s doing her best to divert her gaze.
“Come here, Peanut.” I reach for her as she comes in my direction.
I tuck her into my front, and she wraps herself around me, burying her face in my chest, not caring a damn about the blood and sweat coating my body.
I turn my attention back to Corbin, then look to those I was raised with.
“Tell me why we shouldn’t just kill you. ”
Law sneers and shakes his head. “We had no choice in the matter.”
“Still don’t,” Creed growls, eyes wild.
“We don’t take care of you and take your mate to Mother she’ll have Court killed,” Rule explains, seeming to be the level heading one.
“All of this was to protect Court?” I don’t believe it. Not with the way Writ was fighting me.
“Writ was mother’s favorite. The one she put in charge. We had to listen to him. Follow both of their orders. It’s always been that way. They’d punish Court if we didn’t,” Creed remarks.
“She’s innocent in all this,” Law proclaims.
“They’re telling the truth,” Annahi whispers, tilting her head back to meet my gaze. The shield she had to have put back in place lowers, and I hear what she hears. The uncertainty. The fear. The need to save our sister.
“Where is Court?” I demand.
“We don’t know,” Rule answers. “Creed and me, we can’t feel her wherever she’s at.”
“The witch Mother works with, she took her somewhere,” Law explains.
Annahi gasps, her face going pale.
Fuck.
They’re talking about the woman who claims to be her mother.
This shit just got worse. A hell of a lot worse.
Looking to Corbin, I sigh. “We take them to the clubhouse and find out what all they know?”
I say it in question, but the ultimate decision is his.
Corbin glares at them and then nods. “We’ll take them to the clubhouse then,” he agrees and looks to the men still on their knees. “But you try anything. I mean any fuckin’ thing and I’ll kill you all instantly.”
“Swear, man, we were only doing it to protect our sister. We didn’t even want to fuck with Justice,” Creed mutters.
“I didn’t even go for his neck, as Writ wanted me to,” Law grumbles. “If I’d really wanted to, I could have killed Justice several times while he fought us all.”
“You might think that, but . . .”
“If your mate hadn’t been sharing with you her gift . . .”
“How the fuck do you know . . .”
“Could hear it myself. Remember, we share DNA, and her mother, the witch, has been putting her blood in mine and Writ’s veins for years, trying to make it so she’d become our mate. Writ wanted her and was pissed when he found out she was yours.”
It’s hilarious how Law answers me before I finish my question. We used to do that all the fucking time.
I shake my head, not wanting to listen to all of this shit right now. Not in the middle of the goddamn road while my ass was hanging out and my bike was lying on its side, wrecked.
“I’ll send someone to get your bike and bring these assholes back. You take Annahi and get cleaned up. Zavier will go with you and make sure you don’t have some infection from the bites or some shit. Last thing we need is you getting rabies.”
Rolling my eyes at the last of Corbin’s comments. Shifters couldn’t get rabies. There’s not much a shifter could get, but that’s not one of them.
Taking Annahi to the tree line, I let her go in order to shift.
“Climb on, Peanut,” I tell her, lowering myself to my stomach to let her do so easily.
Annahi does and gently curls her fingers in my fur. The beast loves having her like this. It’s just as good as having her on the back of my bike.
Or underneath us.
I shake the thought away for the time being. Right now, I need to get her to the clubhouse. Once Zavier sees to me, then I’ll see to her. I knew she didn’t have any cuts to her from the impact. I’d taken the brunt of it to see that she didn’t. Plus, I’d have felt her pain if she had.
But there was more going on to see to, and one of them was my sister, and I didn’t know what to think about it.