Taking Avery: A Lilith's Army MC Novel

by Ker Dukey

The clubhouse is an old warehouse that used to be a food supply store right on the edge of town. It’s huge, and inside completely transformed to host a bar like any you’d see in town. It has a fully equipped kitchen and living quarters, office room, and function space. The gated yard spans acres with wire fences running the entire length, encasing the club behind its protection.

  Two prospects, Ash and Critter, stand guard at the gate when I walk up. It’s so hot that my mouth is dry and a sprinkling of sweat beads over my forehead. They don’t even look at me before opening the gate and ushering me inside.

  “Thanks,” I mutter over my shoulder, tired and deflated.

  Why the hell did I agree to this?

  Bikes line the courtyard with a few brothers gathered around them. My insides burn when I see Axel. He’s supposed to be on a run; that’s the only reason I agreed to come here.

  Dad likes to put on a show, pretend he gives a shit about me.

  “You’re a fucking idiot. You’ll never get patched in as long as I’m here,” Axel spits to Ricky, a prospect who is ridiculously intelligent and lonely as hell. He came here looking for a brotherhood; he found a bully. “How hard is it to polish a bike?” Axel continues, pushing Ricky to the ground. A few of Axel’s buddies howl and mock as Ricky gets to his feet and marches off in the opposite direction.

  I’m just about to slip through the side door that’s been left open when Axel’s eyes clash with mine.

  “Princess, wait up.”

  I don’t stop and he jogs in my direction as I close the door behind me and make it to the kitchen before he catches up with me.

  The scowl on his face signals his disapproval of me trying to ghost him. “The fuck, Av? You can’t be a brat in front of my brothers. It’s disrespectful and I won’t stand for it.”

  A retort is on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it down when he grabs for me, his hands tightening around my arms and shoving me back toward a cupboard. My stomach plummets and my eyes grow wide, scanning the small confines as he closes the door and pushes his body against mine.

  He’s twenty-three now, and heavyset. His broad shoulders are natural but his huge arms from lifting weights look too big on his frame. His skin has an array of color from tattoos, starting in full sleeves up his arms. Long, dark hair frames his sharp features.

  Cold blue eyes pierce through me. “I want you to come to my room after the party. I have a quick run to make but it will only be a couple of hours, and then I want what’s mine.”

  “And what’s that?” I ask bitterly, knowing exactly what he’s talking about.

  “Don’t play games, Av. You know your dad wants us together.”

  “And what about what I want?” I breathe, trying not to burst into a rage or sobs.

  His body pins me against the shelves holding condiments. His hand snakes over my hip while the other cups my jaw. “You’ll want it and like it, I promise. That cherry is mine, princess, and I want it tonight.”

  The door opens and Barb, my dad’s club snatch, squeaks out in alarm. Her hand covers her heart in mock shock. “Oh God, Axe. What the hell?” Her eyes fall on me tucked neatly behind him and her eyes widen. “Oh, hey, sweetheart. You should get out of here in case your dad’s looking for you.”

  My dad is never looking for me; he sees that as above him. If he wants me, it’s my duty to find him. But she either saw the need for me to escape, or she doesn’t want me around Axel. Either way, I thank her with my eyes and bolt. I run down the corridor and smack straight into Ricky. His hands reach out and catch me before I fall flat on my butt.

  “I’m sorry,” he tells me, releasing me.

  “No. I crashed into you. It’s my…”

  His green eyes search my face and then quickly look down to his feet. He has an innocence about him that no brother I’ve ever met has. He isn’t cut out for this life, but who am I to tell a person what and who they can be?

  “Ricky.”

  He peeks at me through his lashes. “Yeah?”

  “Come with me.”

  I grab the bottom of his shirt and drag him down to the only room that doesn’t have cameras pointed at it.

  Axel’s.

  His room is tucked around the corner at the end of a barren corridor.

  Ricky’s feet falter when I get to the door and push down the handle.

  “Axe will kill me if I go in there with you.” He shakes his head in confusion.

  “Axel is going out on a run and will never know.”

  His body loosens and he lets me drag him inside. The bed is unmade, and beer bottles litter the floor and surfaces. Condom wrappers fill a bin next to his bed and I almost gag. He expected me to come here and lose my virginity to him and didn’t even clean up his skanky room.

  “Avery, what the hell are we doing?”

  I slip my jacket down my arms and then grab him by the lapels.

  “You don’t have a girl, right?”

  His brow raises with interest. “No. Why?”

  I drive him backward until his legs collide with a chair positioned in the corner of the room. His body falls until he’s sitting.

  Waltzing over to the bedside table, I snatch up one of Axel’s condoms and turn, tossing it to Ricky. His arm snaps out and catches it, his eyes expanding wider with every breath that leaves him.

  I lift my skirt and push my panties down my legs, kicking them off.

  “Put it on, Ricky.”

  His mouth opens and closes like a fish gasping.

  “It’s okay; no one will ever know. Just us. Please.”

  I can see the hardness pushing against the zipper of his jeans. He hasn’t taken his eyes off the juncture between my thighs in full view for him.

  “I don’t understand, Avery. Why are you doing this?”

  His face is bright red and he keeps looking over at the door like Axe is going to come barreling through it any second and shoot him in the face.

  “Do you find me attractive, Ricky?” I ask, biting down on my lip.

  He nods. “Of course. Who wouldn’t? But…”

  “No buts. Just do this for me. Please.”

  Puckering his brow, he stares down at the condom. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  No. “Yes.”

  Unzipping himself, he takes his dick in hand and I gulp. He’s not huge but I’m still scared. Jenna said it hurts the first time and is uncomfortable.

  Rolling the latex over himself, his eyes dip and then rise to meet mine.

  Walking toward him, I straddle his legs, but he grabs my waist and stops me. “You look nervous.”

  I smile tightly. “I am.”

  “Is this your first time?”

  My cheeks redden, and I shrug.

  He points to the bed. I scrunch up my nose and shake my head.

  “At least let me get you ready,” he breathes.

  Lifting my skirt higher, his fingers dance along the length of my slit and I jolt from the sensation of it. His fingers are cold. The pad of his thumb pushes against me and begins circling. Warmth floods my stomach and hairs lift all over my body. It feels good. So, so good.

  One of his fingers pushes inside me and I gasp.

  “It’s okay. Relax.” All his hesitation and confusion appear to have evaporated because now his eyes have darkened and glassed over and he’s breathing hard.

  He pushes his digit in and out of me, stretching me while his thumb tortures me and sends pleasure spiraling through my body.

  My legs shake and I feel light, free almost.

  “That was beautiful,” I murmur, and he smiles.

  “Yes, you are.”

  He strokes himself and then guides my hips over him. The head of his dick butts against me between my entry and ass and we both cringe at the awkwardness. He manages to line us up and, slowly, I lower myself.

  Holding my breath, I bite the inside of my gum as the stretching feels more like a splitting sensation. It burns and feels horrible. Why do people do this?

  “Half
way. Take your time,” he tells me, closing his eyes and exhaling hard.

  I push further down on him and squeak out a little sob when burning invades me and I become fully seated on top of him. I swipe away a stray tear and breathe out.

  “Don’t move. Christ, you’re so tight. I don’t want to come yet.”

  He breathes in and out like he’s in labor and then smiles up at me. “Okay, I’m going to guide your hips. Okay?” He moves me over him painstakingly slowly. The burning has ebbed and I feel full and sore. My tummy aches a little and I swear I can feel him inside my gut.

  I gyrate my hips, taking tips on what must be good from the reaction each movement elicits from him. It’s not pleasurable for me, but for some reason, after springing this on him, I want it to be for him.

  He keeps saying, “Oh God.” I take the cue and pick up my pace until I feel him tense beneath me. His hands tighten painfully on my hips to slow my movements. His dick pulses and then he’s moving me off him and swearing.

  “That was incredible. Did I hurt you?” His eyes drop to the blood coating the condom.

  “No,” I lie, and slip back into my underwear and straighten my skirt.

  Pulling off the condom, he ties a knot in it and looks toward the bathroom. “I’ll flush this,” he tells me, looking sheepish.

  “No, you go. I’ll do it.” I take it from him and he doesn’t argue. Instead, the realization of what he’s just done seems to register. Turning pale, he scrubs a hand over his hair.

  “If you tell anyone about this I’ll be killed, Avery. Axe will put me to ground if your dad doesn’t.”

  “It’s okay. I promise no one will ever know.”

  Nodding his head, he sneaks out of the room.

  I toss the condom in Axe’s bin, right next to his bed. There are others in there because he’s disgusting and, clearly, flushing his used fluids is a job too taxing after sex. He won’t know it’s not his but the sweet satisfaction of me knowing will make me smile every time I see him. I know he will catch me at some point and take what I’m unwilling to give him, but at least my first time was my choice. Not love, but at least it was on my terms. Ricky can have that and know that no matter what Axe does to him, he has something Axe can never get now.

  I walk out of the room. My feet stutter when Ricky is waiting outside.

  “I just wanted to make sure you’re definitely okay.”

  “Thanks, Ricky,” I say, patting his arm.

  “For what?” he asks, confusion furrowing his brow.

  “For not being him.” I shrug and leave.

  “His name was Ricky,” I tell Slade.

  “What was his road name?”

  “Ricky,” I state and then elaborate before he doubles over with amusement.“He was a prospect and not given a name because one of the brothers, my father’s now VP, didn’t like him.”

  “You speak of him in past tense.” He lifts a brow.

  “He wasn’t cut out for this life. Took a bullet to the head on his first ride out. Clashed with some drug cartel or something.”

  I was never allowed to know about club business, but it didn’t stop brothers talking about it in the club where I rattled around, waiting to be old enough to flee that place forever.

  “You loved him?”

  “No. Ricky was a ‘fuck you’ to another brother.”

  Axel never did find out, and due to luck or my hiding skills, I’d managed to avoid any alone time with Axel. It helped that some club skank kept him busy in the bedroom. I would always find his eyes on me though, calculating and waiting.

  “A brother you were crushing on but wouldn’t give you the time?” He smirks, and I want to punch it off his face. Of course he would think I’d pine after a brother because that’s what women do, right? Idiot.

  “No. I’ve never wanted anything to do with a brother. Men that remind me of my father do nothing for me. Go figure.” I shake my head in annoyance.

  “What about the kid you were with before?”

  I search his features for clarification, but he can’t look at me. “Dean?” I ask, and he nods stiffly.

  “We hadn’t done any of that yet. We were supposed to be…” I trail off and stare out at the trees. It was going to be our first time that night. We were going to spend the summer together before we went off to separate colleges.

  The rumbling of an engine and tires crunching over dried dirt alerts us to visitors approaching.

  Slade grabs my hand, entwining our fingers. “This is it. Time to put your game face on.”

  Perfect.

  “You may kiss your bride.”

  Avery’s eyes narrow on me when I grin at her. “Buckle up, princess.”

  “Slade…” she warns when I pull her into my arms and stare down at her with as much fake love as I can muster.

  “Get in there! Get that tongue straight down that pretty little neck of hers!” Owl shouts, making the parson shudder slightly.

  “Christ, Johnny, ya’ big brute,” Owl’s old lady, Miranda, scolds. “We’re in fuckin’ church!” She has one of those voices that sounds like each word has been hacksawed in half; the first syllable high-pitched, and the last part of the word a long, slow drawl that makes me want to fasten my grip around her goddamn neck and force whatever she’s saying back down her throat.

  Avery looks up at me and I swear I see a faint hint of amusement in her eyes when she notices the clench of my jaw. Breaking her bottom lip from the tight clasp of her teeth, she swallows back the need to laugh and, in her best Miranda impression, says, “Kiss me, ya’ big brute. We’re in fuckin’ church.”

  My laughter spills into her mouth when I wrap an arm around her waist and lean down to kiss her. Her lips part, inviting me in. It’s a surprise to say the least. I had expected her to push me away, or at the most, allow a chaste peck on her cheek. Her fingers twist the back of my shirt as her other hand reaches up and curls around the back of my neck. Her lips are soft, and the faint taste of cherry from her lip balm tingles the tip of my tongue.

  Her eyes close, and for a moment, she’s lost in us. Her body relaxes as she inclines toward me and uses my hold on her waist to support her. Her tongue slowly dances alongside mine, and her grip on the nape of my neck strengthens.

  My dick is instantly hard, and obviously feeling it pressing against her belly, she moans and presses herself farther into me. Unable to hold back, I hold her against me and roll my hips, pressing my cock into the softness of her stomach. She pulls back, releasing our kiss, but, rather than stepping back, she stays in my arms. Her eyes are still closed and her body is still slack as she whispers on a soft breath, “Why do you always taste of lemon tea?”

  The vicar quirks an eyebrow when I reply, “I like lemon tea. Even my cum tastes of lemon tea, princess.”

  “Whoop!” Owl hoots.

  Avery’s eyes shoot open and she finally steps back. Her shoulders pull back stiffly and she glares at me. “Seriously, Slade?”

  Her feistiness is hot, and I twist my lips. “Well, so I’ve been told. But, hey, you’ll have to confirm it for me.”

  “In your dreams.”

  “Aww, darlin’.” I wrap an arm around her and pull her back into me roughly and whisper in her ear, “Don’t forget we’re fucking married. Don’t act like a goddam prude. We have to make it believable, and fuck if anyone thinks I’d ever marry an uptight virgin. And with fat, juicy lips like yours, there’s no way you’re not sucking cock.”

  She stuns me when she reaches down and covers my dick with her fingers. I had thought she’d react differently to my reprimand, mouthing off and ripping herself from my hold.

  “I’m so sorry, dear husband of mine.”

  I give her a curt nod. “Glad you know what’s what, princess.”

  However, her grasp on my cock hardens slowly, her fingers squeezing mercilessly. “Oh, I know what’s what, honey,” she drawls with artificial sweetness.

  I hiss slightly and warn her with a hard stare when her grip increas
es further.

  “Don’t forget, honey…” She smirks when my teeth clench. “We’re supposed to be in love.” She tilts her head toward Owl and his wife. “Have to put on a show, baby.”

  “Avery!” I warn quietly when my cock starts to feel like it’s gonna burst.

  “Mm-hmm?” She flutters those fucking long eyelashes at me.

  Slowly, I run my hand up the front of her dress and come to a stop at her neck. Her eyes widen when I embrace her throat with my hand. Squeezing, I lift an eyebrow at her, challenging her.

  “Look at us. Husband and wife, holding each other so fuckin’ tenderly.”

  I can feel the breath she’s dying to release in the swell of her throat and it makes me smile more when her grip on my cock suddenly releases.

  “Good girl,” I whisper, seizing her neck for a moment longer so she knows just how fucking serious I am. “Now, be a doll and give your old man a kiss.”

  She gasps when I slam my lips on hers, the hot breath I had refused freedom bursting into my mouth. I feel her struggle when I deny her need to breathe, kissing her deeper until she’s squirming in need.

  Finally, I pull away, and she pants heavily, her chest heaving with each breath.

  “In sickness and in health, princess. ‘Til death us do part!”

  She holds onto her neck, gasping. Her eyes are fierce with rage. She’s never looked so fucking hot. I have to fight the urge to spin her around, lift up that virginal dress of hers and tear off her panties, slamming home all the way inside her tight little cunt.

  “Save the freaking foreplay for the bedroom, Frost,” Miranda drawls. “I ain’t sure God wants to witness your kinky shit!”

  The vicar looks more and more uncomfortable as the seconds tick by, his eagerness to get us out of his chapel exposed in the twist of his sweaty hands. I can’t help but laugh and give him a wink. “God loves us all, kink or no kink. Right, Vic?”

  His eye twitches as he releases an uneasy laugh, an awkward nod of his head making him appear slightly deranged.

  “Jesus,” Avery huffs and storms back down the aisle. “Just get me out of here!”

  She jolts when I clap my hands together. “Time to consummate this marriage, princess. It’s one of God’s laws.”