Empire of Savages (Savage Hunt MC #1)

12. Nick

Chapter 12

Nick

A set of nails dragged down my torso, lingering on the long, bumpy scar on the left side of my abdomen. The fingers smoothed over the long-healed injury for a moment longer before sliding under the waistband of my shorts and stroking my semihard dick.

“You ready to make me scream again, baby?”

I pried my eyes open to stare at the club girl who had followed me back to my room last night. Ithaca’s mouth was still swollen from where I fed her my dick. On her knees. Seeing my attention lingering there, she bit her bottom lip, rolling it between her teeth in invitation.

“So, what do you say?”

I didn’t care what any other man said, waking up and getting your dick sucked first thing in the morning was the fucking best.

“I’ll get you off after you get me off,” I rasped, my voice rough from sleep.

With a sly grin, she slid down my body and settled between my legs. Pulling my cock out fully, she wasted no time taking it between her lips, hollowing her cheeks as she took me deep into the back of her throat. I knew she could take that last couple of inches, though, so I held the back of her head and flexed up. As I hit the final barrier of her throat, my cock made her choke with a wet sound.

As she sucked me, I thought of my little voyeur and how good she would look with my cock in her mouth, struggling to fucking breathe. I bet she would use her teeth on me, swirl her tongue around the head, and suck at my pre-cum.

I snapped back to the task at hand when Ithaca’s fingers flexed on my thighs. With lingering thoughts of Alex hijacking my mind, I felt the tingle of my orgasm starting down at the base of my spine, and every garbled moan and drop of saliva only spurred me on. After two more deep thrusts, I was coming—shooting my load down the back of her throat. Ithaca swallowed everything I gave her, licking the head of my dick one last time before sitting back on her heels.

She spread her legs, snaking a hand down to her clit. With her other hand, she played with each of her pierced nipples in turn, rolling the buds between her thumb and forefinger until they were sharp points. Behind her, the door to my room opened and Gunnar stood there silently, watching.

“How do you want to eat my pussy?” she asked me with a coy smile, unaware of the audience.

“Save that pussy for later, Nick,” Gunnar called.

Ithaca turned to look at him, then back at me. Her grin intensified. “I’d take both of you right now.”

“Another time, sugar,” Gunnar said. “We have club business to take care of.”

With a playful pout, she got off my bed, collecting her clothes as she made her way to the door. Gunnar watched her every move, staring at her breasts and her bare cunt. She sidled up beside him, running her hand down his chest.

“Do you have time to play?”

Gunnar took her hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans. “What do you think? Go to my room. Wait for me.”

She walked across the hallway and into his room, shutting the door behind her.

“I thought we had club business?” I asked, stuffing my spent cock back into my shorts.

“You do. I have a pussy to eat…” He paused, then asked, “Did you take her bare last night? I don’t want to fucking snowball you as well.”

“I don’t fuck the whores bare.”

Gunnar grinned like he didn’t give a fuck either way.

“So, what is this club business I have to take care of?”

“I heard from my source inside the Michigan PD. They had someone at the cook house all night while it burned, and they said a couple of Devils drove by the scene. Said they slowed when they went past, checking to see what the damage was.”

Walking to my drawers, I pulled out a clean t-shirt and put it on. “Think they suspected it was us?”

“If they did, we would’ve heard about it by now.”

“Is that all you came to tell me?”

He shook his head. “My source also found out something else. Something you’d find very interesting.”

“What is it?”

“A witness has come forward. Said they were there the night your brother was shot. He said a guy on a Harley Fat Boy was the shooter.”

“Half the fucking Devils have a Fat Boy. Hell, half the Hunt do, too.”

“The witness noticed something about this Fat Boy, though. It had a demon riding a motorbike through the gates of hell painted on the gas tank. Now, there’s only one man in Detroit, probably even Michigan, who has that kind of elaborate artwork on his gas tank.”

La Croix . That motherfucker. “We leave. Now .”

Gunnar’s smile grew. “That’s not the best bit of news. We’ve found out where La Croix’s daughter, Alexis, has been hiding, and it’s been in plain fucking sight this whole time.”

I swore if Gunnar kept drip-feeding me this fucking information he was going to find himself staring down the barrel of my gun. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. “The address where you can find her.”

And with his words ringing in my ears, Gunnar turned, opened his bedroom door, and stepped inside. My blood was a furious thump through my veins, the darkest parts of my soul coming out to play. I had a plan. I could finally get the revenge I needed for my brother’s death.

Killing La Croix could only happen once, but if I went after his daughter first, inflicted so much pain that he was nothing but a shell after I was done with her, then La Croix would finally get what was coming to him.

As I leaned against the chain-link fence across the road from ELA Automotive, I wondered whether Gunnar’s source had made a fucking mistake. Bringing the hand-rolled to my mouth, I inhaled deeply, holding in the smoke until it burned my throat. This couldn’t be the right place, because if it was, Talon La Croix’s estranged daughter was my little voyeur.

Exhaling sharply, the smoke hovered in front of my face for a split second before being dragged away by the hot breeze. Sweat was beginning to bead on my brow and soak the back of my shirt. Beside me, Lucifer groaned. I flicked him an irritated glance. The mutt rolled his big brown eyes up at me, as if asking, What the hell are we doing out here?

The street was quiet with it being a Sunday and all, but even then, I wasn’t worried about someone getting jumpy and calling the cops to report me for loitering. Running my gaze over the building, I noticed the boarded-up window on the door still hadn’t been fixed. There was also some graffiti on the roller door that looked fresh.

My eyes were suddenly drawn up to the small bank of windows above the shop, where Alex peered through the gap. Our eyes locked. She didn’t seem surprised to find me standing outside her apartment. I took another drag from my cigarette before flicking the spent end on the ground. Blowing out the smoke on a steady exhale, I pushed off the fence and began to cross the street.

By the time I was standing in the office entryway, another smaller door opened off to the side. Alex stepped outside in a tank top and a pair of fucking bike shorts so short and tight that I could see the curve of her ass peeking out the bottom and the outline of her pussy in the front.

Fuck, this woman was made for sin, and I was the sinner she was going to damn for all eternity.

“Nick,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself and lifting her tits up higher in the process. She peered up at me with eyes the color of spring skies. “What are you doing here?”

Licking my lips, I said the words she needed to hear. “I needed to see you again. Can I come up?”

“Is that your dog?” she asked, gesturing across the street where Lucifer was tied to the chain-link fence.

Fuck. “Yeah. Don’t worry about him though.”

“You can’t leave your dog out there. Someone might take him.”

“Maybe someone should,” I mumbled to myself.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Stepping closer, I used my size to press her against the wall. Her body responded beautifully, becoming supple, molding to me. Her nipples pebbled against her shirt, and I bit back a groan. “Not wearing a bra, baby?”

“It’s my day off and underwires are fucking torture.”

I drifted a lazy finger across one hardened peak, watching her expression change from wariness to desire in a heartbeat. “Were you hoping I’d stop by?”

Bringing a shaking hand to her head, she ran it over her ponytail and let out a huff of a laugh. “Honestly, I didn’t think you would. I thought I was just a one-and-done fuck, you know? Don’t get me wrong,” she added quickly. “It was great, but I knew what it was.”

Only great? I’d have to change her assessment of our time together. “What did I tell you on Friday night?”

“You told me a lot of things.”

Running my hand across her hip, I let it drift between her legs and cupped her pussy. “I told you your cunt was mine. I meant that. I want it. Again. I want you to sit on my fucking face and rock your pussy against my lips until you come. I want you dripping down the back of my throat.”

She let out a slow breath, but I could see how affected she was by my words. “Seems a little one-sided.”

“You want to take care of my cock, baby?” I asked, taking her hand, letting her feel how hard I was. “Tell me what you would do?”

She hesitated a moment. “I—I don’t…”

Squeezing her hand tighter around my cock, I helped her along. “Would you get down on your knees for me? Would you look up at me with those big blue eyes of yours, part your pink lips and take me deep into the back of your throat? Would you gag for me? Choke yourself on my dick as I thrust deeper and deeper until you have no choice but to swallow?”

Alex squirmed on the spot, her hand flexing and growing tighter. I let out a groan to let her know that I liked how rough she was being.

Leaning forward, I placed my lips against her ear and said, “Would you let me fuck you out in the open again?”

A small shudder rolled through her tiny body when I stroked against her slit once more. She was liquid heat beneath my fingers, an inferno waiting to consume me. Her pulse thrummed against her neck, her heart rate rising, her breathing growing shallower.

“Stroke my cock, Alex,” I murmured against her neck. As soon as her hand moved, I bit the sensitive flesh beneath my lips, loving the fuck out of her little sound of surprise. She looked so innocent, but there was a fucking siren lurking beneath her skin. And even though she was the daughter of my enemy, I knew letting her go would be hard. For Dimitri, though, I would let her go… but not before I took what I wanted from her.

“Would you let me fuck you out in the open again?” I repeated my earlier question. I needed her to say yes. I needed her to hear herself say the word so I could take what I wanted from her freely, then give her everything she never knew she needed from me.

Spurring her on, I slipped my hand into her shorts, my fingers parting her pussy to give me better access to rub her clit.

“Someone will see us,” she gasped, her hand not stopping against my cock.

“There’s nobody around.” Dipping two fingers inside her, I rubbed her arousal all over her clit, giving her more sensation.

She bit her lip, tucking her chin and dropping her gaze to my hand where I worked it in and out of her.

“Can I make you come? Can I play with this perfect pussy until you’re dripping into my palm?” I bit her neck again, drawing in the scent of her arousal and her perfume. “Don’t deny me what I want, Alex.”

“Yes,” she whispered, stroking my cock more firmly.

Yes. Fucking, yes . “Take my cock out.”

Her small hands scrambled to undo the zipper on my jeans. My hips bucked forward when her delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft and jerked upward roughly. My hips punched forward more violently this time, the pleasure and the pain wrapping around the base of my spine.

With two fingers buried third-knuckle-deep into her pussy, I rubbed at her clit with my thumb. The combination of standing in public and being fully clothed made this little interlude a hundred times better. Alex’s soaked cunt didn’t disappoint, her arousal pooling in my palm, making that beautiful, obscene wet sucking sound as I thrust my fingers inside her.

She ran her hand over my cock, her thumb swiping at the pre-cum leaking from the tip, but I needed more.

“Spit in your hand, baby,” I told her.

Without asking why, she released my cock and spat into her palm.

“Good girl. Now, jerk me off.”

She wrapped her hand around me again, her hand sliding more freely. She tugged a little more roughly, and I stifled the moan that was trying to break free.

“I’m close,” she whispered hoarsely.

My woman was soaked knowing she was getting finger fucked in public, and I was right there fucking with her.

“I’m coming,” she suddenly moaned, her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip. “ Ohhh , I’m coming. I’m coming. Nick! Oh… fuck !”

Her inner muscles spasmed against my fingers, pulsing with her pleasure. Seeing her come made that same pleasure wrapped around my spine constrict, and I muffled a shout against her neck as ropes of my cum hit her hand and my stomach. My hips jerked forward violently, riding the movement of her palm, which hadn’t stopped stroking yet.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned, finally releasing her hold. She blew at a piece of hair that had fallen over her face, and I smoothed it away with my free hand.

“Can I come up now?” I asked.

She looked at the mess she had made. “I guess you’d better.”

Leaning down, I kissed her mouth, savoring the little gasp. “Good answer.”

Moving around her, I went to enter the garage, but stopped when she asked, “Nick, what about your dog?”

The motherfucking dog. Tucking my cock back into my jeans, I went to retrieve Lucifer who was looking at me like I’d fucking kicked him. Walking him back over the road, I expected Alex to be wary of him, but she dropped to her haunches and greeted him on his level.

“I saw him at the party,” she said. “I didn’t know he was yours.”

I grunted. “Let’s go.”

I let her lead the way through the two-bay garage that was set up with a pit in one bay and a hoist in the other. The tools were expensive—every piece of equipment top of the line. At the back of the garage, there was a spiral staircase that led to a small landing and hallway. There were two doors opposite each other. One was slightly ajar, and I saw that it was a small laundry. Alex went to the other door and opened it.

Lucifer was the first to walk into her apartment, an L-shaped room with an open-plan kitchen and living room.

“The bathroom is there if you want to clean up,” she said, going to the kitchen sink to wash her hand.

I looked at Lucifer. “Stay.”

The dog settled onto the floor resting his head on his paws. Confident that he wasn’t going to be getting up, I went into the bathroom and shut the door. I cleaned up the best I could, then washed my hands. Staring at my reflection, I couldn’t quite believe that I was in the inner sanctum of La Croix’s daughter. I could crush the man right now but knew that waiting would give me maximum impact.

When I exited the bathroom, I found Alex on the couch.

And right beside her was Lucifer.

“Off,” I barked at him.

Lucifer whimpered and looked to Alex for support.

She wrapped her arm around his thick neck. “Don’t be mad at him. I invited him up.”

Fucking dog. I made my way to the couch and sat on the other side of Alex. She turned her head to face me but kept a hand on Lucifer.

“What’s his name?”

“Lucifer.”

Her eyes widened. “Like the devil?”

I shook my head. “Couldn’t tell you. I inherited him.”

“Inherited? Who would leave someone else a dog?”

Clearing my throat, I answered, “My brother.”

“Oh? Did he have to move somewhere that wouldn’t allow dogs?”

“He was murdered. Two weeks ago,” I said, staring into her face and trying to see the resemblance to her father. “By a fucking coward.”

Her blue eyes widened. “You know who it was?”

I nodded, mentally willing her to ask. To ask who it was that had pulled the trigger. I wanted to tell her it was her father. That he had taken away the only person I gave a damn about in this world, and to get my revenge, I would take away the only person he had left in this world.

“Have they been arrested?” she asked, still stroking Lucifer. “Charged?”

A shake of my head. “No, the bastard is still walking around while my brother rots in the ground, but he’ll get what’s coming to him soon enough.”

Alex shifted her attention back to Lucifer and cleared her throat. “Well, I think he’s sweet even if he does look like he’s about to eat my face off.”

I grunted. The damn mutt was a cinnamon roll, but he looked the part. Desperate to change the subject, I said, “So, tell me about that broken window. When did it happen?”

Alex’s eyes darted away from my face.

“Look at me,” I commanded.

She sighed, dragging her gaze back to mine. “A couple of nights ago.”

“Who did it?”

She leaned away from me. “Why?” she asked in a snarky tone. “You going to take care of them for me?”

“No. I just want to know.”

She shook her head, not looking me in my eyes. I’d found her fucking tell. “I don’t know.”

I let her aversion to be truthful with me slide. “Why hasn’t it been fixed yet?”

“Because I couldn’t find anyone to come out on a weekend to fix it.” She threw her hands up like this is a question she’d been asked a hundred times over.

I leveled her with a stare. “It’s not safe to have plywood covering the door to your office. Do you keep cash in there?”

She snorted.

“What about your tools? Someone could come through the office and clean your shit out. It wouldn’t be too hard for them to find your fucking apartment afterwards either.”

Alex looked stunned like she hadn’t even conceived these ideas before. Licking her lips, she confirmed, “Jesus, I hadn’t even thought of that.”

I noticed the way she stroked Lucifer, watched the way the tension melted from her shoulders as she did.

“You need protection.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I’ve heard it all before, Nick.”

“From who, huh?” This time when she turned her head away, I forced her to look back at me with my hand around her jaw. “From who?” I asked again, more gently this time. I was used to getting the things I wanted through force, but Alex needed a softer touch.

“My brother’s best friend.”

I blinked, unprepared for that answer. And why the fuck did I want to wrap my hands around the faceless guy’s neck and strangle him for even speaking to Alex? “Does he hang around here?”

“Sometimes,” she whispered, as if sensing the building storm of rage inside me. “He made a promise to my brother a long time ago, and he’s determined to keep it.”

“What does your brother think about that?” My tone was sharp, and I mentally berated myself for being so forceful.

“He doesn’t think anything… because he’s dead.” Her pain leaked out with her words, and I felt the need to pull her into my arms. Fuck it. I did pull her into my arms, wrapping them around her—protecting her.

“I’m sorry, Alex. What happened?”

“He was murdered.”

Hearing my words being said back to me made me realize we had more in common than I thought. I cleared my throat. “When? How?”

“Two years ago. He was…” She hesitated, stumbling over her words. “He was doing something for my father when he was shot.”

Her father . Talon La Croix.

“Did they ever find out who had done it?”

She shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. I cupped her face, wiping away the wetness, then pulled her mouth to mine. The kiss was meant to comfort her, but it soon turned into something more when she slid her tongue against mine and invited me inside. Lucifer groaned and moved off the couch, and I lifted Alex onto my lap. She straddled my hips, and the heat of her body invaded mine. With my hand wrapped firmly around the back of her neck and head, I deepened the kiss.

It's all part of the plan , I told myself, unwilling to consider any other reason for wanting to bring this woman comfort. It was all part of the game, and I was the expert player. I’d take what I wanted from Alex—learn what I could—then use her to get my revenge, hurt her father like he’d hurt me, then raze his fucking empire to the ground.

Alex’s hands circled my neck, her fingers diving into the hair at my nape. Feeling her touch made me feral in my need to get back inside her. Her pussy had consumed too many of my thoughts since Friday night. Even while I was with Ithaca, all I could think about was Alex’s mouth. At the time, I hadn’t known who she was, and knowing now hadn’t changed a fucking thing.

Grinding her against my dick, I waited for her gasps of pleasure, needing to drive the nail deeper into this charade.

“Nick,” she moaned against my lips. “I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t.”

“Why not, baby?” I sucked on her neck. “We fuck so good together.”

She tilted her head to the other side, giving me better access to her throat. “Outside was a mistake.”

I chuckled darkly. “Why? Because I didn’t get to have my cock in your pretty pussy again?”

Sucking in a sharp breath, she let it out, taking my mouth in a savage kiss. When we broke apart, we were both breathing hard.

“We didn’t use protection last time. If we do this, we should?—”

“You’re on the pill,” I replied. “I saw the fucking foil tray on the bathroom counter.”

Working her hips over my dick, she looked down at where we were dry fucking. Her arousal had already drenched her panties and bike shorts and had also soaked through the front of my jeans. I’d be fucking smelling her cunt for days after this.

“Got any other excuses why I shouldn’t take your tight pussy right now?”

Alex bit her bottom lip and stared at me. I could see the answer in her eyes. There was no fucking reason she could give me, so I was going to take it all.