The Princess of Chaos

by Candice M. Wright

  “What is it? What's happening?” Wondering if he can hear the panic in my voice. For all I know, bullets could be flying and I wouldn't know. Oh god, Viper, Grim.

  “I need to fuck you,” he groans out, kissing the edge of my jaw, his words making me freeze.

  “You need to fuck me?” I question. I grip his hair and yank his head back hard so I can see his face.

  “Goddamnit, Zero. I thought we were being attacked or invaded by aliens from the way you took off,” I scold.

  “Oh, you’re going to be invaded in a minute, trust me,” he promises turning his head and kissing the inside of my wrist, making me shiver in anticipation.

  “You’re an ass,” I inform him as the others crash through the door.

  “You like my ass,” he sasses before dipping his head and kissing me, effectively stealing my ability to argue, speak, or think. Damn him.

  I shut out the room and everyone in it, focusing on the slide of his tongue against mine and his rough hands snaking their way under my T-shirt.

  He sits up abruptly and pulls me up with him but only enough to whip my T-shirt over my head and to free my breasts from my bra.

  I look for the other two and find them gone.

  “Where are Grim and Viper?” I ask before gasping as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth before popping it free and pushing me back down on the bed.

  “Don’t know, don’t care.” He yanks off my boots and tosses them aside before tugging my jeans and panties down my thighs.

  “The compound could be on fucking fire and I wouldn’t give a fuck.”

  He throws my disregarded clothing behind him then spreads me wide.

  “I am one lucky fucker.”

  He frees his dick and leans down over me, rubbing his cockhead up and down my slit, coating it in my wetness.

  “There will be times when I will want to lavish you, Megan. Sucking, biting, tasting,” he lists off, still sliding his throbbing cock through my folds, making me squirm with need.

  “I’ll bring you to the edge over and over but won’t let you come until I say so.”

  “Please,” I beg, his words driving me crazy.

  “But there are times when I’ll just want to fuck you so hard you won’t know where I end and you begin.”

  “What…” I gasp as he bumps over my clit. “What do you want now?” I ask because I’ll take whatever he’s offering. His grin turns downright sinister and damn if I don't feel myself gush because of it.

  “Ready those claws, Raven,” he warns me a second before he surges inside me.

  I scream as a heady mix of pleasure and pain wash over my body and my eyes lock on to his lust-filled ones, before dropping back to his lips.

  “Fuck yeah, scream for me.” He slides almost all the way out before thrusting back in even harder than before, making me grant his request by screaming his name.

  He pauses for a second, making sure I’m okay, but I don't want him to stop. I tighten my pelvic muscles around his cock, squeezing him as hard as I can and get rewarded with a groan that vibrates across my collar bone.

  Suddenly it's too much and yet not enough. I pull at his T-shirt, wanting it off, needing to feel his slick skin against mine.

  He figures out what I’m trying to do and reaches up to pull it over his head in that sexy way that only guys seem to be able to do. Pressing his body against mine again, he snags my lip between his teeth, biting down before swiping over it with his oh so talented tongue. I wrap my legs around his hips as he fucks me into submission. There’s no fight for control. I willingly give myself over to him.

  “More!” I cry, using my legs to pull him onto me, the edge of pain at him being so deep pushes me over the edge of the wave of pleasure I had been riding. I rake my nails down the skin of his back as my body draws up as tight as a bow before folding in on itself.

  Zero pulls free from my body and finishes himself off with his hand, shooting his cum over my navel and chest as I lie there panting and taking in the erotic sight before me.

  He leans over me, kissing me softly, the demon riding him before having been sated.

  Sliding his fingers through his cum, he paints my skin with his essence, branding me. Marking his territory in the most animalistic way.

  “I like my mark on you,” he rumbles with a wink before climbing off me and heading to the bathroom. When I catch the view of his back, I gasp out loud, drawing his attention.

  “What?” I can’t see his back now, but it doesn’t matter, I can still picture the scratch marks, some bleeding a little where I broke the skin. I squirm a little as heat pools low in my belly. He takes in my face with a frown, disappearing into the bathroom for a second, before returning moments later with a smug look of contentment on his face.

  “I think you like marking me too.” He picks me up bridal style and carries me to the shower, climbing in with me still in his arms.

  “I don’t remember ever losing control like that before,” I admit as he stands me on the shower floor in front of him. He soaps up my back before turning me around to face him and washing my front.

  “Bleeding for you makes me hard as a rock,” he states, making me laugh out loud but when I look down and see his cock hard again, I can see he’s telling the truth.

  I guess bikers really do, do it better.

  “I thought I was prepared for anything when I came here,” I muse, reaching for his cock with my hand.

  “What I wasn't prepared for was you.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Grim

  “Remind me again why I'm here with your ugly ass when I could have my dick in Megan?” I grumble at the man who I thought was my friend until he yanked me out of our apartment earlier.

  “We all need time alone with Megan as well as time together if we are going to learn to trust each other. I mean, fuck, we hardly know each other at all and let’s be honest, we can be an overbearing bunch of assholes.”

  “Speak for yourself, Viper,” I tell him with a smirk, collapsing in the chair opposite his desk.

  “When she threw herself at that Lucky guy, I was this close to losing my shit. It was like a red haze descended and all I wanted to do was rip her away from him and lay into her for showing that her loyalties lie with the wrong club.”

  I nod in agreement, accepting the glass of whiskey he slides my way.

  “I would have done it out there in front of everyone, not giving a flying fuck who witnessed it because she fucked up and made us look like limp dicks.”

  I stare at him, waiting for him to continue. It’s not that I don’t know where he’s coming from, but she stood by me and defended me to her brother even though he was right to be pissed. There is never a good excuse to betray your brothers.

  “But I would have been wrong. For starters, I keep reacting as if Carnage is the enemy when the whole point of this fiasco is to build an alliance with them. If we punish Megan every time she shows loyalty to her brothers’ club, we can kiss this truce goodbye. What would you do if it was your sister?” he asks before a look of remorse crosses his features. “Fuck, Grim, I wasn’t thinking.”

  The familiar feeling of sorrow and bone-breaking guilt swamps me but I force it down and swallow the whiskey in my glass, tipping it toward Viper for a refill.

  “I think we can both agree I’m the wrong person to ask in this scenario. Even so, like fuck would I have let my sister go with an enemy MC, especially given the torrid history between us.”

  “We didn’t give them much of a choice, Grim. Their sister or their old lady,” he reminds me as I swallow the contents of my refilled glass.

  “Not a choice to make in my book. Their answer should have been to shoot us in the back of the head before we even left their compound.”

  “And what? Start a war that leaves every man, woman, and child in danger? Remember, Luna is pregnant. No, I actually think that deep down they trust us not to hurt their sister.”

  I shake my head.

  “Who know
s? But that was a risky as fuck gamble to take with someone’s life.” I think back to her reaction to seeing them, the joy on her face, and marvel that there is no animosity from her towards them.

  “She hardly knows them and yet she shows them love and loyalty. Can that possibly be genuine?” I wonder out loud.

  “I sure as fuck hope so because that’s exactly what we’re asking from her.”

  We sit quietly for a moment thinking about the captivating woman who unexpectedly went from a pawn to a game-changer.

  “Speaking of sisters,” I broach the subject that can bring me to my knees.

  “Without Carnage, what is our next step to finding this Gemini fucker?” The only name that had come up in connection with my sister's disappearance had been Gemini, the elusive arms dealer who provided Carnage with their weapons before he ghosted them. I had been playing prospect and finally scored a meet with the guy before everything went tits up.

  “From what I’ve heard, Gecko had set you up. He knew he had to take you out as you were the only person left who could point out his duplicity within the club. There was never a meet, it was just a way to get you alone and take you out. Gemini had disappeared on Carnage weeks before. Why? Well, they still don’t know, but whatever the reason, it more than likely died with Joker.”

  “So I was never any closer to finding her,” I deduce. Part of me wishes that fucker had taken me out and finally put me out of my misery.

  “You can wipe that look off your face right fucking now,” Viper tells me. The asshole has always been good at reading people, it’s what made him such a good leader.

  “We won’t stop until we find her, Grim. I give you my word.” I know he means it. Men like Viper build their reputations on their promises. Not like me. I couldn't even keep my promise that I’d keep my kid sister safe.

  “Maybe,” I concede. “But what, exactly, will we find, Viper? That’s what fucking haunts me the most,” I admit, standing up and leaving the office without another word knowing if I stay, I’ll lose it.

  I make my way to my bike and climb on, ignoring everyone else around me. Not that many people go out of their way to speak to me anymore. Nobody wants to get their heads ripped off just for saying hello.

  The prospect who lets me out, Wizz, is actually a friend of mine. We were soldiers together and when we came home, he agreed to help Viper out by joining the club. The bonds forged in a war zone are bonds that stay intact for life. Nobody will ever understand what it's like dragging your buddy, who is bleeding out at your feet, across five miles of sand and dust, then another buddy dragging him out by his other arm.

  It’s what’s missing from Chaos. Trust and loyalty, which Viper is determined to bring back to a club I’m not sure had it to begin with.

  I drive for the next couple of hours with no destination in mind, letting the wind blow the memories through my mind like cobwebs.

  I thought I was doing the right thing enlisting when I turned eighteen. There were no other prospects for a boy like me, from where I came. It was either sign up or get locked up. I chose the former, not realizing it would be the worst mistake I would ever make, and lord knows I’ve made a few.

  I left behind my mother and kid sister with promises of visits and letters but I hadn't been prepared for the war zone I would find myself in. In an effort to keep them from finding out what kind of man I had become, I stayed away, figuring they would be better off without me. If I had kept my word and come home, I would have known they were fighting a war of their own.

  Instead, when I did finally return, it was to find my mother dead and my sister missing. The worst thing is, I don’t even know when she disappeared. It was almost like she never existed at all and part of me wonders if that was the plan all along.

  I hold on to the guilt. It’s what I deserve but I let the memories drift and fade until I can breathe without feeling like my soul is being torn from my body.

  Eventually, the skies start to darken so I turn my bike around and head home with thoughts of Megan on my mind. After everything she endured, and I have a feeling we only know a fraction of it, she is still here, fighting tooth and nail to carve out a life for herself despite how many times it gets derailed.

  If she can survive and somehow find her way back to her brothers, it makes me wonder if my sister is out there, somehow trying to find her way back to me.

  Pulling up at the gates, I can hear the music blasting from inside but I’m not in the mood for it tonight. I park the bike and head back to the apartment. It’s dark inside, letting me know the guys are elsewhere. I take a shower and crawl into bed in the backroom I’m claiming as mine and pass out as soon as my head hits the pillow.

  I’m blissfully oblivious to everything until sometime during the early hours I become aware that I'm no longer alone. I don’t need to open my eyes to know it’s Megan. I’d recognize her unique fragrance anywhere. I just wonder why she ended up in bed with me. Unless Viper and Zero had her dropped home by a prospect and they are still not back yet. That would make better sense, after all, of the three of us, I’m the poor man's choice.

  I’m a selfish fuck though and will take whatever she’s offering. As much as I wanted to push her away, there is a part of her that thaws the frozen numbness inside me.

  I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close until I can rest my head upon hers and feel her warm breath against my skin.

  When one of her hands slides over my ribs and holds on to me, I feel something inside me click into place. I don’t know what’s going to happen down the line, but this woman is starting to mean something to me in a way I could never have predicted and there is a small part of me that can’t help but think I’m sadly unprepared.

  It’s the feel of a finger drawing a figure eight repeatedly over the skin of my back that has me slowly opening my eyes.

  I look down and see Megan’s startling blue ones staring back at me.

  “Hey,” my voice rumbles out, blowing across her face, making her grimace and raise her hand to cover her nose.

  “Your breath smells like ass,” she tells me, making me bark out a surprised bout of laughter.

  “If I go brush my teeth will you let me play with your ass?” I tease her.

  “I’ll let you play with my ass even if you don’t brush your teeth, but your mouth isn’t getting anywhere near mine until you do.” I tickle her ribs, making her squeal. When she puts her hands up to protect herself, I lick up the side of her face.

  “Eww...biker cooties!” She pulls away and launches herself off the bed, running into the bathroom and closing the door. I lie there and smile, feeling lighter than usual. My smile only grows when I realize she hasn't locked the door.

  I climb from the bed and walk over to the bathroom in exactly the same way I went to bed, naked. Only this time, I’m so hard I could hammer nails with this thing. Well, there is one thing I want to nail for sure.

  I push open the door and see she has washed her face and the little wisps of hair around the side of her face are damp. She looks at me with a mock glare in the mirror as she brushes her teeth, but most of my attention has slid to her long-ass legs. She is wearing one of my T-shirts, which is huge on her slim frame, but when she leans over the counter to spit out her the toothpaste, I catch a glimpse of the bottom of her very naked asscheeks and home in on them like a missile seeking out heat.

  I stalk towards her as she rinses her mouth and places her toothbrush on the counter next to my electric one.

  I press up against her back, stopping her from being able to move away as I stretch over her and grab a new head for my toothbrush from the shelf above the mirror. I pin her hips against the counter with mine as I reach around her body for my toothbrush. She follows my movements with a frown as I put toothpaste on it without changing the head and brush my teeth behind her. I keep my eyes on hers as I lean around her and spit. Then I switch the tap from cold to hot and run the whole brush under the water, scrubbing it until it’s clean. I grab the
towel from the rail and dry it before pulling the head off and tossing it in the bin beside the counter and slipping the new one on in its place.

  She looks puzzled for a moment but doesn't say anything. When I place it next to hers she looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to move back, I’m sure, but I have other ideas.

  I snag the hem of the shirt she’s wearing and before she can protest, pull it over her head, watching her black hair tumble down in a riot of curls as I pull the shirt free and toss it aside.

  I press my chest against hers again only, this time, I can feel the sleek smoothness of her skin against mine. I reach around and cup her breasts in my large, rough hands, loving the dichotomy of my rough to her smooth. We watch each other in the mirror, her eyes boring into mine with unleashed desire.

  “I love your hands on me. They’re so large and strong, they make me feel safe and protected,” she tells me, softening my jagged edges even more, but I can’t have her thinking I’m some kind of hero because I couldn't be further from it.

  I pinch her nipples hard, making her gasp and push back against me.

  “Don’t build me up into something I’m not, Megan. I’m not a good man, far from it.”

  “Be who you need to be. As long as you're good to me, I couldn't care less if you’re the devil himself.” My eyes narrow at her words, not sure I should believe her or not. All women tell you what they think you want to hear but then spend the rest of their time trying to change you.

  “Oh, I’ll always be good for you.” I smirk at her before pushing her down over the counter, making her gasp when the cold tile presses against her pebbled nipples.

  I get on my knees behind her, ignoring my painfully hard dick in favor of the pretty pink pussy that’s now at eye level.