Empire of Savages (Savage Hunt MC #1)

6. Nick

Chapter 6

Nick

Opaque white smoke hung in the air around my face as I stared at the door the dark-haired woman had just left through. The two club girls had been so absorbed in one another that they hadn’t even noticed her burst into the room. She didn’t look like one of the usual girls, but I hadn’t been around for years so what the fuck did I know?

A moan brought me out of my thoughts, my attention returning to the two club whores.

“Mmm, you should taste Candy’s pussy, baby,” Jewel said, sucking her fingers deeply into her mouth. With a wry grin, she buried her face between Candy’s legs, causing the other woman to writhe beneath her. Candy gyrated her hips, following the path of Jewel’s tongue.

“Yes, yes, yesss,” Candy begged, digging her fingers into Jewel’s bleach-blonde hair, holding her in place as she rubbed herself to orgasm. Both their moans filled the room, and I gritted my teeth—the noise grating on my nerves. Even my dick had retreated as the overdone porn sounds took over.

Jesus, fuck. Stubbing out my cigarette, I got to my feet, stuffing my deflating cock back into my jeans and walked to the door.

“Where are you going, baby?” Candy called after me, her voice dopey in her post-orgasm bliss.

I didn’t bother to reply as I made my way down the narrow hallway made narrower with guys getting their dicks sucked and couples fucking against the wall.

“A beer,” I told the prospect stuck serving behind the bar. He slid the bottle over a moment later, and I muttered a “thanks” before draining half the bottle in one swallow. Candy and Jewel swayed into the room, both women latching on to another club member. I’d entertained the idea of those two women just to satisfy Gunnar’s fucked-up need to drown me in pussy since I’d been inside for so long, but my mind had never strayed from what was really important.

“Another one,” a woman said, and I turned my head to find my little voyeur at the other end of the bar. There were at least five shot glasses already in front of her, and as she reached for the sixth, I could see exactly where this was going.

So could Jaxon and Karter.

They zeroed in on her, crowding her on either side so there was no escape. Her head jerked up when Jaxon leaned down to whisper in her ear, almost like she hadn’t seen him coming. Whatever he had said to her made her eyes widen. Those two would chew her up and spit her out. Jaxon put his hand on her lower back, while Karter ran the back of two fingers down her arm. My voyeur stiffened at the touch, but the two bastards hadn’t noticed—or didn’t want to notice.

Placing my bottle down, I walked over to the trio.

“She’s mine,” I announced, drawing their attention.

“Come on, Nick,” Jaxon started, but I focused my attention on the girl.

“Are you interested in these two?” I asked.

She shook her head mechanically, her chest heaving.

“She’s not interested,” I told Jaxon. “So, back the fuck up and leave her alone.”

Jaxon held up his hands in surrender, smiling at me. “I’ll let you have her since this is your party and all.” He slapped Karter on the chest. “Let’s go find someone else to play with.”

I glared at the pair as they left, waiting until they were out of earshot before asking, “Are you okay?”

Looking suddenly pale, she shook her head. She clutched at her heart, her fingers scrabbling to find purchase. Her nails, although short, were leaving red welts on her bare chest and I grabbed her hand, stopping her. I recognized a panic attack when I saw one. Dimitri had had them when he was a kid.

“You’re having a panic attack,” I said in a low voice. “You’re hurting yourself.”

Her eyes were still wide, her hand kicking in mine every now again with the urge to claw.

“I’m going to pick you up and take you to the couch, okay? We’ll sit down and wait for this to pass.”

Without waiting for her permission, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the couch, noting that she didn’t fight me. Interesting . She looked small in my arms, the material of her black dress soft against my skin. Sitting down with her in my lap, I banded one arm around her waist, locking one of her arms down at her side, while I gripped her other wrist in my hand. Her dress rode up, the slit in the side giving me a flash of her panties. My cock began to swell—the release I’d denied myself earlier coming back to haunt me.

She started to struggle against me, so I dropped her wrist and began stroking her newly bared thigh. My touch was firm, but gentle.

I didn’t know how long we stayed there, but I did know that I fucking enjoyed the way her little body felt against me.

When her breathing finally calmed, I dipped my mouth to the shell of her ear. “What’s your name?”

She turned to look at me, recognition flickering in her deep blue eyes.

On a shuddered breath, her muscles began to unlock. “Alex.”

“Alex,” I repeated. “Is that short for anything?”

She shook her head. “Just Alex.”

“Well, Just Alex, I’m Nick. Talk to me. Tell me how you’re feeling.”

She struggled against my grip, and my cock liked it, thickening even further behind the fly of my jeans.

She paused, trying to move away from the bulge prodding her ass. “Let me go.”

“Not until you tell me how you’re feeling.”

“Fine. I’m fine.”

Leaning closer, I inhaled the scent of her neck, my mouth edging closer to her warm skin. “I don’t believe you.”

She squirmed against me again.

Even though I knew she was trying to break free of my hold, I wasn’t willing to let her go just yet. “If you don’t want to see my cock again, I suggest you stop moving like that, little voyeur.”

Alex stilled. “I’m not a voyeur.”

“No?” I asked gently, pressing a kiss to her jaw. All the while, I kept stroking her bare thigh. “You seemed to enjoy watching Candy and Jewel.”

She turned her head away from me, breaking the intimacy between us. “I was looking for someone.”

“Who were you looking for?” Leaning forward, I sucked on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, feeling her whole body shudder against mine. When she didn’t reply straight away, I asked her again, “Who were you looking for, little voyeur?”

She let out a deep, shaky breath. “A friend of mine.”

Sweeping my fingers down her thigh, I followed a different path on the way back—one that stroked the inside of her leg, edging closer to her pussy barely hidden by the fabric of her dress. She let out a little gasp, rolling her head back toward me, becoming liquid heat in my hands.

“What do you need?” I asked her quietly, hoping she was shutting out the sound of the party like I was.

She was silent for a beat, then said, “I need you to let me go.”

“No.”

Her chest rose with a deep inhale. As she exhaled, I willed her resistance to break. To give in. She was a club girl, after all. Most of them couldn’t wait to sit on a dick and invite the next guy, but Alex was different, and whether she knew it or not, I was going to be the asshole who took advantage of it.

If she wouldn’t vocalize what she really wanted, then I would show her. I was blatant in my touch. My fingers dipped between her legs, where I could already feel the heat from her body even though I wasn’t touching her where I wanted to. “Do you need me to slide my fingers under here?”

She shook her head but made no effort to slam her thighs shut. Looking up, I caught the eye of Maverick, who was staring at where my hand worked against Alex’s flesh.

Shooting him a smirk, I whispered into Alex’s ear, “Open your legs a little wider, voyeur. I want to see if your pussy is wet for me.”

Her eyes shot to mine. “We’re in the middle of the bar,” she whispered back.

“Nobody gives a shit. It’s just you and me here. Don’t you want my fingers, sugar?”

After a beat, she widened her legs a fraction. I pressed two fingers to the slick panel of her panties. She was soaked—just like I knew she would be.

Biting back a groan, I slid the thin barrier between us aside, then ran my fingers through her soaked cunt. Throwing her head back, she arched against me, pushing against the restraints of my arms. Releasing her, I gripped her hip instead while sliding a finger into her wet pussy and rubbing her juices against her clit.

With my thumb massaging her clit, I drove deeper with my fingers, thrusting roughly, feeling her soak my palm. She was dripping all over me, over my jeans, over my hand. Her tiny fingers dug into my arm, holding herself in place as she took the pleasure I was giving her. Beneath her ass, my dick was hard, the pressure growing past the point of pain.

But there was no way in hell I was going to stop.

Small sounds of pleasure broke free from her throat, and I was aware of more of my club brothers nearby watching us hungrily. Unaware of the spectacle she was making, Alex widened her stance a little more, her hips rolling to catch my rhythm, to get my fingers right where she wanted them to be.

“Please,” she begged.

Tightening my grip on her hip, I said on a harsh whisper, “You’re going to come when I allow you to come.” She made a small sound of protest, but I shook my head. “And the only time you’ll be allowed to come is after I edge you over and over and over again until I’m sure you’ve earned it.”

This time, the small sound of protest turned into an all-out groan. “Please.”

I stopped the movement of my fingers, making her writhe in my lap. “Open your eyes, Alex.”

They flickered open slowly, her lashes fanning against her cheek. Her mouth parted when she saw everyone staring at us.

“That’s right. Look at them watching you. Look at them wanting you. But you’re mine, aren’t you?”

Her body tensed. A strangled sort of noise escaped her, and she shoved my hand that was in her panties away frantically. I released her, and she jumped to her feet, swaying a little. Fuck, I’d forgotten about all that tequila she’d had. Alex attempted to walk away, but stumbled. I managed to catch her before she hit the ground.

“Let me go,” she gasped desperately. “I need to get out of here.”

“You shouldn’t drink so much while you’re entertaining.”

She frowned. “What?”

“Rixon only wants girls here who have self-control and don’t touch the alcohol. He doesn’t need any fucking cries of rape after one of our parties.”

“I’m not a club whore,” she seethed. “You asshole.” Alex tried to break free of my grip again, but there was no way in hell I was letting her go.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

She looked around the room. With my hand on her jaw, I forced her to look at me. Her eyes were wet with tears she refused to let fall. “To get my purse. I’m leaving.”

“I’ll take you home.”

“No—”

“It’s not fucking negotiable.” Taking her by the hand, I snagged what I assumed was her purse off the bar, dragged her outside, and put her on the back of my Harley. She clung to the leather seat, her wild eyes darting around. Taking my attention off her for a second, I grabbed my helmet and slid it onto her head, then mounted my bike. “Where do you live?”

She was stubbornly silent.

I turned to her. “Either tell me where you live, or I’m taking you back to my room.”

Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. “Oakwood Boulevard.”

“Was that so hard?” I asked before starting the engine and rolling out of the compound. Alex’s arms snaked around my middle, holding on tightly, her face tucked into my back. The warmth of her body was something I never expected to like, but she felt right sitting there behind me.

When I turned onto Oakwood, I waited for Alex to tap my leg to tell me where to stop. After pulling onto the pavement outside a mechanic’s shop, I extended the kickstand and killed the engine. I looked up at the building, noticing the piece of wood sheeting in place of glass on the office door.

She followed my gaze. “I’m getting that fixed.” She took off my helmet and handed it to me. “Thanks for the ride.”