No one blamed Crow for feeling the way he did. Undertaker was responsible for his father Rook’s death. We lost our president too fucking early and it nearly destroyed the club. We all had vengeance on our minds and wouldn’t rest until we got the justice the Devil’s Murder needed.

  Chapter 12

  “You’re going where tomorrow?” Hawk asked, cracking his neck, clearly agitated at my words.

  “Work. I have to go so the mayor doesn’t get suspicious.”

  He snorted. “That should be the last of your worries.”

  “Well, it’s not. I still don’t know where my sister is, even if Undertaker has her. You said I’m being watched. If that’s true, I need to pretend like nothing has changed.”

  He sighed. “I don’t like it, and I don’t fucking trust the mayor. He’s involved in some dangerous shit. It doesn’t make sense to put you in harm’s way by letting you return to that job.”

  “You’re being overprotective and not thinking rationally.”

  “Callie. Please reconsider this, beautiful.”

  “What if something happens to my sister because I don’t follow my routine? I couldn’t live with that.”

  He reached for my jaw, tilting my head up. “Babe. The mayor doesn’t have any control over what happens to your sister. I’m certain of that.”

  “But I’m not convinced.”

  “Okay,” he relented. “But I’ll be there after your shift ends.”

  “Thank you.” I lifted on my toes, trying to reach his mouth for a kiss, when his arms slid around me, hauling me upward.

  “Promise me you’ll keep in touch all day, so I don’t fucking stress about this.”

  He murmured the words against my lips.

  I closed the tiny bit of space between us, initiating a kiss as he groaned, loving how Hawk’s hands squeezed my ass. He was the type of guy easily turned on by affection, but it was more than that. With me, he became singularly focused. No other woman mattered.

  After what I learned about his past, it proved he wasn’t just using me for sex. He could have that whenever he wanted with any of those club girls, but he wanted me. Just me.

  “If you’re returning to work tomorrow, I get you today. All fucking day.”

  “Alright. What do you want to do?”

  He stole a quick kiss, then wiggled his eyebrows. “Babe, keeping you in bed sounds perfect.”

  “The whole day?”

  He thought about it. A slow grin spread his lips wide. “Is there a limit on how many times I can make you come?”

  Nope.

  He carried me across the clubhouse, nibbling on my neck most of the way. By the time we entered the room, I was ready to rip off his clothes.

  A dark laugh tumbled from his lips as he dropped me on the bed, tugging at my clothes. We’d taken it slow last night.

  For our first time together, it was perfect. Hawk’s patience and his desire to savor our joining meant the world to me. It wasn’t a quick, meaningless fuck.

  But now? Hard and fast was all I wanted.

  Both of us were naked fast. I reached for his cock, slowly working my hand up and down the shaft. Hawk’s eyes partially closed, half-lidded as he cursed, moving his hips as he increased the friction.

  There was something incredibly sensual and erotic about watching his facial expressions and noticing the increased rate of his breaths. The way that he responded to me, capturing my mouth as I continued to stroke him, made me grow wetter. The palm of his hand began to caress my hip, moving lower to glide across my thigh.

  My legs opened wide to give him access.

  “So fucking beautiful. I love how soft and wet you are, how ready you are for me to fuck you.”

  Two of his fingers slid between my folds, dipping into my pussy, coating his fingers in the slick, and then rising to press down on my clit. He began to rub tiny circles into the nubbin as I gave a little twist of my wrist and tightened my grip on his cock.

  “Fuck. Do that again.”

  I twisted again, rubbing my thumb over the crown.

  “Jesus. Fuck. I need inside you,” he growled.

  I guess I pushed him over the edge as I smiled, and he lined up his cock, pushing inside me as I gasped. His thrusts were fast and erratic, pumping hard as he placed one hand on the bed for leverage. The other grasped my jaw as he stared into my eyes.

  “You and me, this is real.” Thrust. “I can’t get enough of you.” Another thrust. “You feel so fucking good. So goddamn perfect.” His hips rolled, punching forward as he glided in and out of me, driving my bottom into the mattress. “You were made for me.”

  His mouth covered mine in a wet, open-mouthed, hungry kiss as the headboard slammed into the wall. The slap of flesh on flesh filled the room.

  “You hear that? That’s me fucking you, gorgeous.”

  God, I loved the way he talked dirty to me.

  I fell apart only a minute later, convulsing around him as my body exploded in euphoria, crying out his name as my nails clawed at his biceps.

  “Hawk. Oh, God. Hawk!”

  “That’s it. Come, babe. You’re soaking me and the sheets. So fucking addicting.”

  His eyes almost rolled back into his head as he pounded into me, jerking his hips as he found his release. I felt him spurting, coating my pussy, and I clutched him against my chest. Never in my life did I feel such a fierce attraction and completeness as I did with Hawk.

  He stayed buried inside me as he stilled, lowering to his forearms while continuing to kiss me, devouring my lips. He nipped my bottom lip, tugging on it lightly before releasing it. The way he looked at me as if I had become his whole world sent shivers down my spine.

  Falling in love with someone you just met seemed a fairytale. Prince Charming didn’t exist. Neither did a perfect relationship. But Hawk couldn’t hide how he felt about me, and I couldn’t deny that my heart was already falling for him.

  “I came inside you, Callie.” He seemed concerned. “I should have given you a choice.”

  “I wanted it,” I assured him.

  “You on birth control?”

  “I guess we should have discussed this earlier, but no. I’ve not been sexually active for years. It didn’t seem necessary.”

  His mouth swooped down in a wild, passionate kiss. “That was fucking sexy to hear.”

  “Not if you knock me up,” I joked.

  “Maybe not yet, but someday, when we’re ready, I want to fuck you until you are.”

  Oh, wow. He was serious. “Um, okay.”

  Okay? Really? I thought about it, waiting to feel anything wrong about it, and I didn’t.

  “Goddamn. I’m so fucking lucky. I love that no other guy has been with you that long.”

  He kissed me again, pulling out as he rose from the bed. I wondered what he was doing in the bathroom when he returned with a warm wet washcloth to clean me up.

  We spent the afternoon talking. His fingers interlaced with mine as I sat on his lap, and we shared an intimate moment I would remember for a long time into the future.

  Hawk surprised me later that night when he returned with a suitcase of my clothes and a bag full of my makeup and other necessities. “I knew you needed these.” He cleared his throat. “I hope you’ll be staying with me while we figure all this shit out.”

  “I am,” I promised.

  His shoulders relaxed. “Good.”

  The following morning, I showered and dressed for work, noting Hawk’s sullen expression.

  “Hey. It’ll be fine. Besides, I’m sure you have things to do.”

  “Yeah,” he admitted reluctantly.

  “Follow me there. I like knowing you’re behind me.”

  “Shit,” he joked. “I will be later, for sure.”

  His caution and worry were sweet. I understood his reasons for it, but I had to live my life too. We needed to be able to compromise and accept the differences in our lives. I already knew he was a biker and outlaw. He’d have to learn about me too.

  I parked in the garage a little before eight a.m., blowing Hawk a kiss as he sat on his motorcycle, waving before I entered the building.

  Most of the morning sped by with all the work piled up from an intern who quit. I spent hours catching up and finally took a break. As I sipped on coffee, I swiped across the screen of my cell. Hawk had sent a message every hour.

  How adorably stalker.

  I texted back, assuring him I was fine, just busy.

  The door to the break room opened, and Elliot walked inside. I hadn’t seen him in so long it was almost shocking to find his debonair but wicked smile settled on me. He didn’t stop at the vending machines or fridge, walking right up to my table.

  “Callie. How have you been?”

  “Great. Thanks.”

  His predatory, creepy grin popped a dimple on his left cheek. “That’s wonderful to hear. We missed you the other night.”

  “Oh?”

  “I had cocktails with a mutual friend. He mentioned something interesting.”

  I couldn’t imagine what mutual friend we would have together. “Is it a secret?”

  “No, actually.” Cue the narcissistic smile. “You have the same last name as an intimate colleague of mine. Her name is Sadie. Sadie Withers.”

  Oh, no.

  Shit. Shit. Shit!

  Blinking, I stared into his face, and the knowing grin that widened the longer I kept silent. My face felt hot as a flush crept up my neck and into my cheeks. “Oh really?”

  “What a coincidence. Don’t you think?”

  Nope.

  “I guess that happens a lot,” I mused, trying not to freak out.

  “Perhaps.” He strolled past the table, stopped, and brushed his fingertips over my shoulder. “You do resemble one another. Such pretty,” he paused, “dolls.”

  Oh my God! He knew. Elliot Goodman knew Sadie was my sister!

  I sucked in a breath, refusing to answer him, but I didn’t have to because I already gave it away by my reaction.

  “I’ve scheduled a meeting for five p.m. I’ll need your services, Callie. Don’t be late.”

  He straightened his tie, winked, and left the break room.

  Only once he left did I stand, rushing to the sink to rinse out my coffee mug. I couldn’t stay here, and I definitely couldn’t show up at that meeting. If it was a meeting.

  The mayor wouldn’t get his chance to blackmail or use me.

  I wanted to text Hawk but didn’t dare until I left the building. Walking back to my office, I typed a quick correspondence to the mayor and shut down my computer. I wouldn’t send it until after I sat in my car. I reached for my purse and rushed into the hall, avoiding conversation with any of the staff. If I needed to take sick time, I didn’t need permission. I just had to let Elliot know I wasn’t feeling well.

  Outside the building, I sucked in fresh air, trying to calm my anxious heart. I nearly ran to my car, throwing my purse inside as I sat behind the wheel. My fingers shook as I started it, pushed down the locks, and logged into my work email. I found the request for sick time in my draft folder and sent it to Elliot.

  This was a fucking disaster. Why did I think it would be safe to come back here?

  I scrolled through my contacts and dialed Agent Phillips, but his number went to voicemail like it had every day for weeks.

  Full-blown panic threatened to consume me, but I forced myself to focus. Backing out of the parking space, I headed toward the garage exit.

  There, across the street, smoking as he leaned against his bike, stood Hawk. I realized he probably spent most of the day there, waiting for me to leave. Bet he thought it would happen sooner, but it didn’t matter now.

  As soon as I saw him, a sob escaped my chest.

  He noticed. His jaw clenched as he flicked the cigarette to the ground. It bounced, sparking as it hit the asphalt.

  He tapped his chest over his heart and ticked his head in the direction of the Roost, his club’s location.

  I nodded, merged onto the street, and gripped the steering wheel as I drove.

  The rumble of Hawk’s bike alerted me to his presence a few seconds before I saw him appear in my rearview mirror.

  I couldn’t help the tears that formed as I blinked them back. Only two people were there for me when I needed them most in my life. One was missing, kidnapped by a monster. Riding on an iron beast, the other would follow me into hell. A dark knight and savior. The man who had claimed my heart.

  I WAS BORED. WHEN I grew bored, it spelled disaster.

  The gun in my hand spun around as I twirled it, knowing I loaded it earlier and was itching for a reason to use it. Maybe I could sense the change coming in the air. My body grew restless, and even fucking didn’t calm the beast.

  He wanted blood. Carnage. A fresh kill.

  Excess energy slid over my body and filled it, begging me to shift. I could go on a run. Hell, most of my club brothers would love it. They ached for the freedom of the beast as I did.

  Of course, my animal was different. Always had been.

  I was the alpha, and by process of elimination, I also became the president of the Dirty Death MC. Wolves were pack animals, and the life of a biker easily fit into our mentality. My father had been a wolf shifter, and his before him. But none had done what I did to ensure I became the strongest alpha.

  The vargulf could only be controlled by an alpha. No other possessed the will or power to do it. The legend of the vargulf had been passed down for generations. Rumors of my family controlling the wild beast circulated among my brothers.

  The Dirty Death MC was formed as a way to keep our lives hidden from the public, allowing our pack to thrive and grow. My lineage always ruled as president. We killed to ensure it, destroying all opposition. Other alphas were eliminated or sent into exile.

  But in order to take on the vargulf, a member of my family had to kill an innocent, leave the body and organs without feasting, and force the shift under a moon that wasn’t full. Every generation, a new vargulf emerged. Each completed the initiation to become the monster. As far as we knew, only one could exist at a time.

  Ten years ago, I slaughtered my younger sibling to become the vargulf. She was only eight years old.

  My lip twisted in a snarl as I pushed from my chair, leaving the bar where I’d been drinking since dawn. The wolf’s metabolism burned off the liquor faster than I could consume it—one of the few things I hated about what I became.

  When my mood was this foul, only Sadie calmed me.

  I found her locked in her room, reading a book as she lounged on the balcony. I’d entered without permission, but that was nothing new.

  “Sadie,” I growled, overwhelmed with her scent. Clean rain. Fresh wildflowers. A hint of spice.

  My cock swelled, engorged within a few seconds.

  “Come to me.”

  She set down the book and entered the bedroom, closing the sliding glass door behind her. “Hello, Undertaker.”

  I’d given her the best room in the compound. The balcony overlooked Lake Mead and the Sierra Nevada Mountains. I spoiled her and indulged her because I needed a mate.

  The vargulf wanted to breed.

  “Lay down on your back and show me your pussy.”

  “As you wish.”

  Sadie’s hips mesmerized me. She had childbearing hips. The kind that would bear my children without worrying about miscarriage. A sturdy frame and curves in all the right places.

  She stripped naked, laying her clothes on the bed. Then, taunting me as she usually did, she climbed onto the mattress on all fours. Her ass jiggled as she turned, flopped onto her back, and opened her legs.

  “Wider.”

  I snapped the button on my jeans and released my cock, gripping it hard as I began to pump the length from base to tip.

  “Touch yourself. I want to see your face as you come.”

  She never denied me.

  With every dip of her fingers into her wet, juicy cunt, I stroked faster, harder. A grunt left my lips as I felt my orgasm build.

  Sadie’s hips began to move, her body responding to the lust unleashed freely between us. I had no illusion she did this for me. She obeyed because she was my prisoner.

  But that would change soon.

  I approached the bed, watching her beautiful face as she escaped me, lost in her thoughts and erotic fantasies. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to do that. I wouldn’t let her focus on anyone or anything but me.

  My large hand landed on the mattress next to her head. I got as close as I could, still pumping up and down my cock. When her mouth opened, and she let out a moan, I watched her body convulse through her orgasm, joining her. Cum exploded from the tip of my swollen cock, coating her generous breasts, flat stomach, and then lower. I kept leaking fluid, excited as I hit the entrance to her pussy, hoping I managed to get some inside her.

  Lowering to my knees, I shoved my head into her cunt, feasting on the combination of our fluids. I lapped at her with my thick, rough tongue, spearing it inside her until she couldn’t resist playing with her clit, coming a second time as I ate up every drop.

  “You are mine,” I growled.

  “You promised.”

  “I never touched you. Only my tongue. I’ll use it anytime I wish.”

  She gasped, unable to hide the fear in her eyes.

  Good. She understood I would claim and mate her soon. I needed a reason to keep her from resisting. Something she couldn’t fight.

  If I wanted Sadie to cooperate, there was only one way to ensure it. I licked the last of her essence and swallowed it down my throat, a slow smile working its way across my mouth.

  Callie Withers. Sadie’s sister.

  My wild card.

  Chapter 13

  As soon as the gate shut behind us and we both parked, I hopped off my bike. Callie opened the door, flinging it open as I reached for the handle. All I cared about was comforting her. The terrified, worried expression on her face didn’t disappear even after I kissed her.

  Caw...caw.

  The crow. He sensed the danger, agitated by Callie’s fear.

  His round body dropped from the sky, landing at my feet. Ruffling his feather, he began squawking, berating me for letting her leave.

 

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