Chapter 2 #2
“Wilder?” Marie asks as I walk in. “What’s wrong?”
“Just making some calls,” I explain, cursing myself when I remember I haven’t called Henry yet. “I need to shower and get ready before the club gets here. They want to have a meal together and have church. Do you mind?”
“Why would I mind?” she asks.
“It’s your house too, and you don’t really like club business,” Storm mumbles against her skin as she turns to face me.
“Things change,” she admits. “The club needs something stable, and I’m willing to help. I still don’t like this life, but it’s yours, so I’ll bend.”
The unspoken words of “don’t break me” feel loud in the room as I nod.
“Understood,” I say. “Come shower with me, baby. Both of you.”
“Mrgh, fuck,” Storm groans.
“I know, none of us have slept enough. Up and at ‘em,” I tease, putting my phone and gun away.
Stealing Marie away from Storm, I kiss her neck as I walk. Her little whimper makes me insane, and I purr for her as I walk toward the bathroom.
“You look so pretty,” I admit, flicking on the light. “I have no idea how you can survive on so little sleep.”
“It’s a night nurse’s super power,” she mumbles. “I need coffee or good dick to wake up all the way. There’s no in between.”
“What?” I sputter, chuckling as I set her on her feet. “I haven’t had a good morning, fuck you, or nothin’, beautiful. Now you’re trying to use me for my dick?”
“If the shoe fits,” she mumbles, pulling off Lore’s sweatshirt.
Careful to place it in a safe place, I grin in a predatory manner. It’s not lost to me that she isn’t on birth control, so I’ll happily breed her pink pussy without remorse. Does that make me an asshole?
Possibly. I’m trying to reform myself, but I’ll never be perfect. I’m just a biker with a streak of wildness who is obsessed with his pack.
She’s not wearing any panties, and I lift her onto the cold marble of the bathroom countertop, smirking as she makes a face at me.
“Can’t have my dick without giving me breakfast,” I murmur, lifting her legs over my shoulders. “Open up, and give me what I want.”
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers, watching as I drag my tongue up her cunt.
“I’m getting there,” I growl, smirking before I begin to eat her out.
Her pussy is delicious, and I suck and slurp as my mouth covers her slick covered lower lips. My tongue pushes into her slit, searching for every apricot and vanilla flavored drop as she gasps and mewls.
“Damn,” Storm says, coming up behind me to watch our omega. “Such a juicy cunt. Squirt all over his face, baby. Show him what a good fucking girl you are.”
Her eyes roll back as her fingers clamp around my hair, keeping me in place as she rides my face. Her hips roll in small movements, chasing her orgasm as her slick pushes out of her cunt.
“Such a gorgeous praise slut,” I growl, enjoying how she cries out. The vibration travels right up her body, exactly how I want it to. “Lose yourself to me, Baby Girl. Forget it all and give me everything.”
Tears slide down her face as she comes, and I suck hard on her clit, pushing my fingers into her cunt so she has something to clench down on. Neither Storm or I draw attention to her tears, fully aware she needs to feel something other than the gnawing, clawing sadness we both feel.
We see you, sweet girl.
My lower face is covered in her release as I lift my head, and Storm pulls my head back so he can lick and suck it all off. Marie’s moan as she watches us is sexy as fuck, and when Storm moves back, it’s to turn on the water in the shower.
“Still want more?” I ask Marie, leaning forward to kiss her.
“I want to forget for a little while,” she whispers against my lips. “Is that wrong?”
“No,” I reassure her.
“Marie?” Storm asks, turning to face her.
Oh shit.
“Storm…” I hiss.
“I remove my command to not allow you to reject us,” he says.
“I want you to use us however you need to. Lean on us, allow us to be there for you because we’re the only ones who understand how you feel.
This is the only way I know to make us all on the same level. I’m sorry I panicked when I found you.”
“I was pissed at you,” she growls. I pick her up from the counter and walk toward Storm, sandwiching her between us before I place her on her feet to face him.
He started this, he can get himself out of it. I hoped he’d wait a little longer.
“We fucked up by leaving you,” he says, leaning toward her. This concession costs him as she slaps him. His jaw drops right before she grabs hold of his hair and pulls him down to kiss him.
Groaning, he grabs a palmful of her ass, he pushes his boxers off his hips until they fall to the floor. I smirk as he steps out of them in a hurry and Marie climbs up his body when he lifts her. Storm walks her right into the shower, leaving me to undress and follow them.
He kisses her under the running water, his cheek still red with her handprint. I can’t help but wonder what Lore would think about this, and if he’d tie Marie’s hands behind her back for hitting Storm before fucking her in reward for standing up for herself.
Cutting her wings isn’t something we’re after. Marie’s spark is what attracted us all to her. Even after she almost ran me over, I wanted to spend more time with her.
My lips press to her shoulder as my thumb presses against her puckered hole.
“Please, Alpha,” she gasps, making my dick jerk as all the blood flow heads south. “Fuck me.”
“Why?” I tease, spitting on my thumb even as her asshole slicks to ease my path inside her. “Please, enlighten me, Little Omega.”
“Storm, Wilder is being mean,” Marie whimpers.
“Don’t look for mercy here, Kitty,” Storm chuckles, his thumb moving in lazy circles over her clit as she writhes between us. “Slick for your alpha. He’s going to stretch your tight hole so good. All you have to do is feel and forget.”
Marie whines in shame and I remove my thumb to push two thick fingers inside of her asshole instead.
“Hide from the world with us,” I purr, kissing up her neck. Her hair is tangled and wet, and I hope we’ll have time to help her take care of it before the club descends on us. “That’s it. Fuck, you’re strangling my fingers like a goddamned queen.”
Storm takes pity on her and hikes her up in his arms to push his way into her cunt.
Marie gasps as he stretches her, and he praises her as she slicks from both holes.
Fuck, a part of me hates that she wants to hide from the pain of losing Lore, but there will be plenty of reminders for her soon enough.
The club will come in with anecdotes, and I’m pretty sure there will be booze to toast Lore’s too short life.
“Arch that gorgeous back for me, Marie,” I groan, removing my fingers and replacing them with the crown of my cock.
Marie whimpers as I push my body weight forward, her sweet hole slicking to help me. She wants to forget. I can do that with pain, orgasms, and the reminder Storm and I fucked her hard.
“Oh,” she moans, her fingers digging into Storm’s shoulders.
“Oh what?” I groan, my forehead against her shoulder as I watch my cock disappear inside of her. “Have you lost your words already? I want to hear all of them while Storm and I destroy you with our cocks.”
“You promised to wake up if you got good dick,” Storm croons.
“Maybe it’s not good enough yet,” she gasps, shuddering as my hand swats her ass hard. Her holes clench so hard, I swear my dick will break off, and Storm curses as his fingers imprint themselves on her skin. “Do better.”
My lips suck and bite her shoulder, knowing the spot will turn a gorgeous purple later from the broken capillaries. A bond bite is out of the question for now, but I want her to dream about how good it’ll feel when it finally happens.
“Game on, Little Omega,” I rasp, my hips pulling my cock out at the same time as Storm.
“Noo! Give it back!” she cries, though she screams for us when we do exactly that.
Over and over, we drive our cocks in and out of her. Her screams are explosive, real, and she holds onto Storm as if her next breath depends on it.
“Ahh!” Our omega’s sounds are pornographic as Storm muffles them with kisses, though they get louder as he ignores how pressed for time we are.
The fucker pulls her down on his knot, and I can’t help but tease her with mine as I rub it against her hole.
“Marie, goddamnit!” I roar, cursing as her asshole sucks at my knot.
“Teasing is mean,” she mewls. “Give me what’s mine.”
“Oh, I fucking love the sound of that. Our cocks, knots, weapons, and honor belong to you, Little Omega,” I growl.
Marie is the equivalent of a backpack worn on Storm’s chest as she clings to him, and my thrusts and grinding hips rock her harder over his knot.
Her skin is slippery, forcing Storm to squeeze her ass as a handhold.
He also fists her hair to angle her face to kiss her harder, mumbling things I can’t understand against her lips.
His knot is disappearing into her cunt, which means she loses the friction of it against her clit. Like the gentleman I am, I reach between them and squeeze and pinch her clit.
“Oh fuck, oh oh, Wilder,” she moans, coming up for air.
“I’m not doing anything,” I chuckle. “It works for a cock, does it not work for a clit?”
“You know damn well….oh god…you can work my body like a fiddle,” she mewls.
“Hmmm. So the dick and finger blasting is top tier,” I growl.
Storm’s hand becomes a necklace around her throat as he pushes her face up so I can kiss her. Her lips are wet from the shower and Storm’s sloppy kisses, and she grabs a fistful of my hair as if to keep her balance.
“We got you,” I grunt, nipping at her bottom lip. “You’re not falling, not on our watch.”
Every word is a promise, oaths Lore couldn’t keep but Storm and I fully intend to.
“That…may be true,” she says breathlessly, “but I really want to fall apart for you. I’m so close. Please.”
“So let Storm finish knotting you so you can come for us,” I growl, pinching her clit as I kiss her.
Storm pulls her down on his knot, groaning as she gushes and squeezes around him. I have to force myself to pull out slightly so she won’t be able to trap me in her sweet heat, and I hiss as I feel Storm’s cock rub against mine as he ruts up inside of her.
The tumble of sensations has me following them over the cliff, and I fill her with my cum.
“I should plug you and make you sit in our cum. Everyone will know you’re ours, even without our bites,” I rumble, kissing her once more before I push both Storm and Marie out of my side of the shower. “Turn the other faucet on so she’s not cold, Storm.”
He doesn’t tease me for going soft, instead holding her against him as he does as I say. I wash my body quickly as he worships her, and I’m sad I can’t stay with them.
I’m walking out of the shower and drying myself off as he washes her hair, while I’m reminded my sweet detour from sadness is over.
I rub the towel over my hair as I grab a toothbrush to brush the taste of my girl’s cunt from my teeth and tongue.
It feels like a sin to do, but I don’t want anyone else to smell what her pussy tastes like.
Hurrying through my routine, I walk into the bedroom to find a well worn pair of jeans to pull over my ass without boxers, a long sleeved lightweight plaid shirt, and my cut. Sighing, I scowl at my facial hair, walking back into the bathroom to fix my light scuff on my face.
I need to appear serious and commanding. I can’t fucking do that if my facial hair looks like pubes crawling over my face.
“You’re obsessing,” Storm calls to me. Marie moans, and I raise my brow at him. “I’ll be ready in time. Don’t you worry. Our girl needs to come again.”
“Don’t fuck her into a coma,” I mutter, washing my face. Next, I fix my hair, running product through it so I look sharp without appearing to be worrying about what I look like.
The doorbell rings, and I growl at Marie and Storm just as she mewls out her release.
“You’re late,” I grunt, washing my hands yet again before drying them.
My socks and boots are the last things I pull on before I put my harness on for my gun at my waist, and I grab my phone last as I jog downstairs.
My heart thumps with anxiety. All I can think of is how Lore is going to spank us for fucking this up, until I remember he’s gone now.
“The club wants what you want,” I whisper to myself as I cross the room.
They want freedom and a life worth living. Those are the tenants of the club, and none of that has changed.
“Hey,” I say, opening the door. Twenty-odd men stand on my front steps, the men in my club who are in town currently. Not everyone is able to make it in, and some of them hate the way the city feels, so they won’t cross into Minneapolis except for Lore’s funeral. “Come on in.”
The guys come in and surprise me by taking off their shoes. It’s difficult to keep my jaw from dropping and they roll their eyes.
“We’re not tracking dirt and shit into the house,” Burner snorts. His road name reflects what a firebug he is. “I’d let your girl light me up with my own lighter if I did that. We brought booze and food to grill up. It’s almost noon, which means it’s acceptable to make steak.”
“The grill is on the back porch,” I murmur. “There are chairs back there and the yard is fenced. If you decide to smoke, try not to make it too obvious, please.”
“We saw the kids,” Arsenal grunts. “We’ll save the pot for another time.”
As nice as it would be to smoke a joint and relax, I simply nod and let the club run free in the house. Soon, beers are passed around and food is being cooked up. They’re all respectful of the house, though eyes move toward the stairs as Storm and Marie come downstairs.
Shine bright, Baby Girl. It’s time to see how you fare amongst some of the meanest sons of bitches on the open road.