Wolf
Tank, Shooter, and Crystal are all waiting in my office when I enter. “Sorry, I had to take care of something.”
“Yeah, I bet you did,” Tank sarcastically says.
I shoot him a pissy glare and move behind my desk. I take a minute to settle into my chair, knowing the silence makes the others uncomfortable. I cock my brow and look at Crystal. “Go ahead, darling, tell us what you know.”
Her lip quivers as she attempts to speak, “Hitch is my uncle, on my daddy’s side. Hitch found my mother and me, moved my mother from the care facility where she was staying, and came to me with a plan." She describes the plan she told Shooter about, crying by the time she finishes. “Wolf, I'm so sorry but I didn't know what to do or who could help me. It’s only my mom and I left. I know she doesn’t even know me now but she is still my mother.”
“Crystal, do you have any idea what debt your dad owed to the Dwellers?” Tank asks.
“No, but Hitch did show me the agreement my dad signed stating that if he couldn’t fulfill his part of the contract, his children would. It must’ve been a huge debt for my dad to sign something that would impact us. Hitch told me that he was sure my dad didn’t mean for the debt to fall on me, but it did, so I better get my act together because he's in control of what will happen to my mom. He didn’t bat an eye when he told me he would kill her. That’s the only reason why I’m here.” Fear glistens in her tears, and I don’t know if she’s more scared of Hitch or me.
“I assume you’re supposed to give them information by visiting your mom. You’ll need to follow through with whatever arrangements you’ve made with the Dwellers until we can get your Mom to safety. We'll have to come up with a plan for you to go to whatever your meeting spot is.”
“Okay, I’m supposed to meet with them tomorrow to fill them in on what’s happening here. The meeting place is the nursing home. I don’t have anything I can tell them other than you caught a prospect. I know you're not going to let her, but Pepper may ask to come with me and I won't put her in that sort of danger, so I just want to make sure you do say no."
“Oh hell no, Pepper is not leaving this compound. I don’t even like that you need to leave, either! Fuck!” I growl, swiping a stack of papers off the desk.
Shooter grunts. “Wolf, maybe we ought to tell her why we don’t want any women leaving the compound.”
I side-eye him and huff in frustration. “Yeah, go ahead.”
“Dog’s sister is in the hospital because she was attacked and beaten severely. She’s nearly unrecognizable. We suspect it was a few bastards from Dwellers,” Shooter says.
Crystal’s eyes widen, and she brings her hand to her mouth to hide her whimper. “Two months ago I was safe, and now I’m scared for my life and for my mother.” She rakes her hands through her hair, more tears streaking her face. “If I don’t show up, they could kill her. I have to go."
Shooter takes a step toward her and stops. "I'm going to take you."
I stare at him hard. There's something more between them than a good fuck. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. Maybe someone who's not as close should take her."
His jaw pops as he holds back whatever he wants to say.
"You can take her, Shooter, but don't fuck this up. Make sure she's safe, but let her do what she needs to do without throwing suspicion on her. She won't be safe if they think she's lying." I respect that he held his tongue in this tense situation and hope to hell I'm not making a big mistake.
The release of a huge breath shows his relief and how worried he is. "Yes, sir. I won't fuck up."
I look back at Crystal. “We'll have something for you to tell them by morning."
“I will need to be at the nursing home by eleven. What if they see Shooter?” she asks, barely looking his way.
"They'll know we're on lockdown and won't think it's suspicious that a brother is accompanying you. Shooter will let you know once we’ve got a good plan.” I nod toward the door, signaling for her to leave. She quickly turns tail and softly closes the door behind her.
Crystal leaves. The rest of us remain in my office talk for a few minutes, then leave to get ready for tonight’s party.
As I reach the top landing, I notice Crystal coming out of my room, and alarms go off in my head. I don’t trust this bitch, and my patience is wearing thin with her and her damn games. “You fucking lost?” I ask calmly.
Her eyes snap up to meet my gaze, widening in fear. “W-wolf, I-I was helping P-Pepper pick out clothes f-for the party.”
I cage her against the wall, careful not to put my hands on her. I only want to taunt her with my warnings. “Is that so?” She nods, her lip trembling. I lean in close. “Careful where you fucking step in my clubhouse.”
Turning on my heel, I don’t even pay her a passing glance as I step into my room, slamming the door shut behind me.
I don’t see Pepper, but the bathroom door is closed, a thin stream of light glowing from the bottom. The shower is on. Fucking hell … just the thought of her under the steam of the shower and soap suds sliding down her milky skin has my cock straining against its confines.
I strip my clothes off as I enter the steamy bathroom, the mirror hazed over. Pepper gasps as I open the shower door and stare at her hungrily, my cock standing at full mast.
I can’t get enough of her beautiful body. She has curves in all the right places. Her boobs are out of this world, the perfect size with light pink nipples that are hard as little pebbles. I can’t wait to touch, lick, and suck them.
“Wolf?” My name is a plea on her lips. She rakes her gaze slowly down my body, her face twisting sharply at the sight of my scars, then her eyes hood over, lust-filled, as she looks down the V of my waist to my cock.
I step into the stall and grasp onto her waist, flipping her around to face me. Pressing her back against the shower wall, I cage her in. “I’ve been waiting two days for this, and nothing is going to stop it from happening.”
I let my hands roam down her tight little body, gripping her ass cheeks as I crush her mouth with mine. She relents, her tongue tangling and licking as she moans into my mouth. After dropping a kiss on her mouth, I lick a trail down her throat and across her collarbone, delivering rough bites beneath her ear. Her legs tremble and buckle, and she grips onto my shoulders to steady herself. My hands knead into her soft flesh roughly, marking her with my touch. I work my lips up to hers, devouring her and stealing her breath as she writhes in my arms. When the kiss comes to an end, our heavy breaths mingle vigorously.
I lean my forehead against hers. “I’m going to fuck you. Deep and dirty.”
I graze her pussy with just the tips of my calloused fingers, working my way through her slickness. She mewls against my lips, twisting her hips to fight back the storm building inside her. My fingers plunge deep inside her pussy without warning, taking her breath away as she cries out in surprise.
“Shit. Baby, you’re so fucking wet for me.” My thumb softly grazes in slow circles around her clit as my index and middle finger taunt and tease her sweet spot in a rapid pace. With a slight curve of my finger, I growl, “Come for me, baby,” nibbling beneath her ear, knowing it makes her spark. At my command, her orgasm wrenches through her. She arches her back, letting her head drop back as she falls over the edge, jolting against me.
I pull her bottom lip into my mouth, slowly dragging it between my teeth. Her eyes are hooded and star-dazed, and she looks thoroughly sated. But fuck if I’m done with this. I spin her around and press my cock against her ass.
Resting my head against the back of hers, I warn, “I’m sorry, baby, but I have to take you fast and hard. I want to do it bareback.”
Her eyes lull back and she bites her lips to suppress her screams.
“Are you on birth control? I'm clean, I swear.”
Her eyes meet mine, heady and sinful as she begs, “Yes. Please, fuck me now.”
Massaging her throat, I feed my huge cock inside her pussy, but she’s greedy—fucking impatient—grinding against me to work me inside her. “Wolf!” she groans, her voice low.
“Whoa, slow down, baby. We’ll get there.”
I try to give her body time to adjust to my size, but I want to just slam it into her tight pussy and take what’s fucking mine.
“I want you in me now!!” she demands impatiently.
Greedy little kitten. I shove in deep, and we both moan at the incredible sensation. I pull all the way out, slamming back in balls deep. I can’t believe how tight her core is, her fucking tight pussy swallowing me. I keep my promise and take her roughly, pounding in and out of her until she sees fucking stars.
Her orgasm hits, and a strangled cry escapes her as I feel the walls of her pussy tremor around me. I tighten my grip on her hips and pump into her faster, shoving deep inside her, and shout out as my orgasm erupts.
She falls limp in my arms, fighting to catch her breath. Damn, I revel in the feel of her pressed against my body. As we're catching our breath, she looks around at me. “I wasn’t expecting that…” she mutters, her breath ragged and weak.
“I told you, babe, you’re mine. You didn’t believe me when I claimed you earlier, but now that you’ve had my cock, there’s no turning back.” She turns in my arms and stares at me wildly, her mouth agape as she licks her lips. “No, baby. I’ll give you all you want tonight, but right now we shower and get ready for the party.” I pull her lip between my teeth and nibble, swallowing the small whimper she releases.
“That was…” She shakes her head and pinches her eyes closed.
With a cocky smirk, I tilt her chin to bring her face to mine. “Told you that you’d never want another.”
She sighs, her lips quirking into a sly grin as her gaze falls on mine.
I lather the rag with body wash and rub the suds all over her, memorizing the dips and curves of her sinful body. Her knees weaken as I wash her inner thighs, and I note that’s another sweet spot. “Now it’s your turn.” I press a sweet kiss against her lips and push the rag into her hand.
Her doe-like eyes widen in surprise as she slowly rubs the rag over my body from my neck to my feet, paying special attention to my manhood. “Stop rubbing my dick, baby, if we’re going to make it to the party on time.”
She smiles seductively and turns to rinse off. Climbing out of the shower, she covers herself with a towel as she pats the beads of water from her skin. I hurry and rinse, then shut the water off. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I pull her against me while loosening the towel that she’s now knotted around her breasts, letting it fall to the floor. She bashfully watches in the mirror as I cup her pussy and lock the other arm across her chest. She groans as my cock bobs against her, and I whisper in her ear, “What I’m holding is mine!” Her lips part and she sucks in a breath. “Tell me it’s mine, Pepper!”
“I-It’s yours, Wolf.”
I smile and kiss her throat.
We dress quickly, already late to the damn party. Music thumps through the clubhouse, the noise level growing louder with each ticking minute as my brothers get rowdy and let loose.
Making our way downstairs, the scent of sex permeates from the bedrooms, grunts and moans humming through the music. The sound piques Pepper’s interest, so she stops to peek into a room with the door ajar, her eyes widening at the sight of exposed flesh. Her cheeks flush with heat, and she rolls her lips between her teeth. I press close against her and look inside the room. I can’t tell who it is by the angle of their bodies, but the sultry sounds of pleasure tell me all I need to know. Pepper’s breath hitches, and she sounds winded. “You like watching them fuck?” I whisper against her neck. Just thinking that she’s turned on makes me rock hard. I know she can feel my dick pressing into her back.
Her spine stiffens. Clearly, she’s embarrassed. Her head lulls back against my shoulder. “Yes, just a bit too much. I never thought about watching like this before,” she admits.
“Fuck, babe,” I groan, holding her tighter. “I think we can party in my room—just the two of us.”
“No, everyone’s expecting us, Wolf.”
“Okay, sweetie, anything you want for now. Later tonight, we’ll see how wet I can make your pussy.”
Looking at me with wide eyes, she ignores what I just said and changes the subject. “Why are some of the doors open?”
“We have an open-door policy. It just means they don’t care if people stop to watch or join them.” I shrug.
“Oh my, Wolf, what if one of the children sees?!” Her voice in a high pitch, in obvious concern. She’s always thinking of others.
“They’re not even in the clubhouse. They’re having a movie night at the playroom building. The second and third floors of the clubhouse are off limits to anyone except members and their personal guests. Most members with children stay out back in the apartment complexes.”
She nods, satisfied with my answer. I link my hand in hers and reluctantly pull her down the stairs to the party—not to my room where I’d rather have a party of two.