The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Complete Series

by Jenika Snow

“Go for the cock,” Joker said. “It’ll hurt, but they’ll stay alive for you to hurt.”

  Grabbing the man’s dick, Striker sliced the blade through. He didn’t want to know how Joker knew about the cock. The night was only just beginning. By the time he was through with these two men, no one was going to recognize them.

  Elena woke up as the bed dipped. She looked behind her to find Striker climbing in. Glancing toward the clock on the bedside table, she saw it was a little after seven in the morning.

  “What’s happened?” she asked.

  He cupped her cheek and stroked his thumb across her lips. “Nothing, baby. Skull told me what you did.”

  She turned her gaze toward him. “I had to go and see her.”

  “I know, baby. How was she?”

  “Deanna’s coping. Her baby is in the world, and it’s scary because she doesn’t know if he’ll be okay.” She shook her head. “Where were you?”

  “I had shit to do.”

  She grabbed his hand, and with the light spilling into the room, she gasped. “You’re hand? What happened?” Her heart started to pound, and when she looked into his eyes, she just knew. “You saw my father and uncle?”

  “Baby, their shit was fucking bad, the worst.”

  Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she stared down at his cuts. All of her life, her father and uncle had terrified her. They always had control of everything, and she hated it. Her mother hadn’t been allowed to leave and had to deal with his control. The women were forced to remain at home, even the daughters.

  “I don’t want to know what you’re talking about. They’re gone?”

  “They’re gone, and they’re not coming back.”

  “What about the cops?” she asked. Elena didn’t want to lose her man because of what her father and uncle had done.

  Striker shrugged. “You don’t need to worry about them, baby. You had nothing to do with it, and you ran a few months ago. You’ve not heard or seen from them since. If they ask about me, say you don’t know shit. I was at the club with you the whole time.”

  “Lie?”

  “Can you do that?”

  “For you, I can do anything.” She cupped his cheek, stroking across his stubble. “I missed you.” She felt like she should care that her mother was still there, but the woman had been just as bad as her father with the mental and emotional abuse. She’d run not just from her dad and uncle, but also from the whole circle. She wanted nothing to do with them.

  “I love you, baby.” He placed his hand on her waist, and she glanced down, loving the feel of his hands on her body.

  She felt the warmth, the reality of listening to him say those words. Never had she felt truer words. “I love you too.” And she meant them with all her heart.

  “Demon’s going to be at the hospital until Deanna is discharged. He might be taking time off to stay with her at their place. I need to get some sleep, but when I get up, I’m going to the hospital to see them, give them my support.”

  They needed to be together and get through this as a couple. She leaned in close and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’ll come with you. I like Deanna, and I don’t want her to feel alone.”

  “Women stick together, right?”

  “Yep, women stick together, and men just have to deal with it.” She rubbed her nose against his. It was so strange to feel so close, so connected with him when they hadn’t been together that long. But Striker had done so much for her, and he and the club had made sure she was protected. “You coming into that diner was the best moment of my life.”

  He chuckled. “You know I fought myself. I didn’t want to follow you, yet I couldn’t resist.”

  “You’re my protector.”

  “Baby, I’m not a good man.”

  “I know, but you’re my man, and that’s all that matters to me.”

  Chapter 28

  “It’s going to be a long road, but right now he’s fighting, hanging on.”

  Demon looked at the doctor, felt his throat tighten, and felt every part of him break. He didn’t want his son to die, didn’t want Deanna to have to go through that. He just wanted everything to be right with the world.

  “He’s strong,” Deanna said through tears. She had her hand covering their son’s. Ty was in a plastic box, tubes hooked up to him, his little body so small.

  Damn, everything in him hurt, and his anger wasn’t diminishing, not even after they worked over those two assholes.

  “It’ll be okay, baby,” he said and wrapped his hand around her shoulder. She nodded but didn’t speak.

  “I’ll leave you alone and give you privacy,” the doctor said.

  And then it was just the three of them, and all Demon wanted to do was go out and hurt someone for what he and his old lady were feeling.

  “He’ll be okay. He’ll pull through.”

  He looked at Deanna, his throat tight. “Yeah he will, baby. Ty will be okay, and then we’ll go home as a family.”

  Nerd stared at Hannah, the girl he’d helped out of that fucking cult hellhole. She was currently curled up in a ball on the club’s couch, a thick blanket wrapped around her, and her breathing easy. He didn’t know what it was about her, but he felt transfixed. There was something inside of him that felt primal about the way she’d been treated. It wasn’t just because she was a woman who had been abused. It felt more like he had this possessive, proprietary feeling toward her.

  Hell, he hadn’t even wanted her to leave the club. He wanted her by his side so he could watch over her, and make sure she was okay.

  “Man, you’re fucking creepin’ me out.”

  He turned and looked at Skull, the brother at the bar pounding down the shots. “Fuck you.”

  Skull held up his shot glass right before he tipped it back. “You keep watching her and people are gonna start talking.”

  “Yeah, about what?” Nerd turned away from Hannah and walked over to the bar.

  “I don’t know,” Skull said and glanced at Nerd. “Maybe that you want her as an old lady, or maybe that you’re a fucking creep.”

  Nerd flipped him off.

  “I’m just saying.”

  “Well, quit saying, man,” Nerd said and grabbed the bottle of whiskey Skull was pounding down.

  “You’ve been drinking all night.”

  “Yeah, well a lot of shit has gone down these last few weeks.”

  Nerd grunted in agreement. He couldn’t argue with that.

  “We just have to live our lives like it’s our last day on Earth.” Skull got up and stumbled down the hall.

  Nerd sat there thinking about what Skull had said before he turned and glanced at Hannah. The club did live their lives recklessly, and on the wild side, but he had a feeling Skull had meant something deeper. Did he want to see where his feelings for Hannah went, how far they were embedded in him? Or did he just want to say fuck it and not allow himself to get hung up on a piece of ass?

  He scrubbed a hand over his head and exhaled. Either way, he was fucked.

  Elena breathed out roughly and clenched her hands on his biceps, digging her nails into him.

  Striker kissed and licked her neck, sucked at her pulse point. The feel of her on top of him, her pussy heat nearly burning straight through his jeans and right to his dick, had him reigning in his desire by the skin of his teeth. Being with Elena, and going through all this shit, had taught Striker that every minute of his life was precious, and so much more now that he had her.

  They were at his place, the sexual tension thick in the air. Fuck, he wanted her like a fiend. Gripping her hips tighter, he forced her pussy down on him at the same time he lifted his hips slightly.

  Pulling her on top of him, he dragged his mouth up her neck and latching it back onto her mouth. Striker deepened the kiss until he was fucking her mouth, siding his tongue in and out of her, just like he wanted to do with his dick in her pussy.

  Moving his hand lower, he gripped her ass, curled his fingers around the fleshy mou
nds, and groaned. He squeezed the flesh again, bringing her as close to his body as he could. A growl of approval left him when she rubbed herself on him, moving her hips back and forth. Damn, he wanted to grab his dick, pull her panties aside, and run his erection along her cleft. He moved his tongue out and teased her bottom lip, and a little cry left her. He quickly worked at getting them naked.

  “I love you,” she breathed against him, her voice a soft whisper.

  “And I fucking love you, baby,” he said as soon as she finished speaking. He lifted his hips up again, grinding himself on her pussy. She moved her hands to the back of his head to grip his hair, pulling at the strands.

  And then she started moving against him, back and forth, rocking herself on his lap, on his cock, and causing a tortuous pleasure to fill him. He used his hold on her to help her movements, pushing her back and then bringing her forward, over and over again. He heard the change in her breathing, and knew she could get off from this alone. God, that made him so fucking hard, harder than he was to begin with, and that, was saying something.

  Her movements slowed and he wanted to growl in disapproval. Striker wanted her to come on him, from this act alone. He slid one of his hands to the nape of her neck.

  “Look at me, baby girl.” He gentled his voice, but made sure it held a commanding tone. He wanted her to have no doubts as to what he wanted, and that was her in all ways. “I want you to just let go, to get off, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

  The feel of her breasts pressed against his chest was a temptation. Striker cupped one of them.

  Her flesh was warm and smooth, and he almost came undone right there, without being inside of her yet. Cupping the heavy mound, he swept his thumb over her puckered nipple, loving that she gasped in pleasure. The tips were hard, and he groaned in pleasure at their feel. She started rocking against him once again, a little faster this time, a little harder. And just like that, she exploded on him. A cry of pleasure left her, and he swallowed the sound as they kissed.

  After several seconds, and when he was sure she’d gotten off fully, he broke away from her mouth. He moved his hand back to her ass, curled his fingers into the flesh, so ready for this, for each other.

  She was everything to him and that would never change. Now, it was time to really make her feel good.

  Chapter 29

  Elena was so turned on, and she wanted Striker so badly. She didn’t want him to hold back. “I want you to fuck me, Striker,” she said.

  “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” He rubbed his cock against her clit, and she gasped, moaning at the instant shot of lust from his touch. She was sensitive from her previous orgasm, and any slight caress of her clit had her peaking once more. Her pussy was on fire, soaking wet, and she wanted his cock slamming so deep inside her.

  Any threat that had once been part of her life was gone. When she walked down the street, there was no fear of who might be coming to get her. She was free. Yes, there was the danger that now came with the club, but it also gave her protection. Striker always made sure there was either a prospect or a brother taking care of her. She was becoming quite partial to Skull. Elena liked having him around.

  Licking her lips, she cupped his face, and stared into his eyes. “I want you to use me, Striker. I want you to take your pleasure, and fuck me like you really want to. No holding back, take what you want.”

  The flash of lust was clear to see in his eyes. He wanted this as much as she did; only he was afraid to give in. Elena wanted him to realize that there was no need to hold back. They were going to have this together.

  “Fuck me, Striker. Anywhere you want.”

  Elena squealed as he spun her around so that she was flat on her back, and he was over her. She opened her thighs, spreading them wide for him.

  “You’re trying to get me to fuck your ass.”

  “I’m trying to get you to see that it doesn’t matter what you want. I’ll love you. I only want you, Striker. After everything, I need you to see that.” She wasn’t going to push him away. They were bound together by more things than just sex. Striker was her soul mate, and she loved him with her whole heart.

  Striker reached between them, grabbing his cock, pressing the tip against her core. “You want my dick in this greedy pussy?”

  “Yes. I want you.” She finished responding with a scream as he slammed every single inch of his cock within her.

  “This what you want, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  She moaned again as he pulled out of her only to slam back inside. He didn’t let up, pounding inside her pussy, and she had no choice but to remain open to his possession. Striker was the master of her body, and she was his slave. He leaned down, licking her nipple, and sucking it into his mouth, biting down. The burst of pain mingled with the pleasure was just too much, and her arousal started to build. It was all just too much and yet not enough.

  Lifting up onto her elbows, she bit his shoulder, crying out as he took her harder.

  “You’re a little firecracker, aren’t you?” He cupped her around the neck, pressing her back down on the bed. Striker didn’t cut off her air, and she loved the possessive way he held onto her so that she had nowhere to go.

  Suddenly, he changed, pulling out of her pussy and flipping her over so that her ass was in the air. Striker was a strong man, and she didn’t even try to fight his hold. He knew what he was doing, and she was there for his pleasure. Elena loved it. That freedom allowed him to do what he liked to her, and she knew she would love it. Striker was a hard man, a dominant man, but he always made sure she had just as much pleasure as he did.

  He yanked her hips back, and he stroked her cunt. “You’re soaking wet. You love it when I’m in control, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  Striker brought his finger to her back entrance and started to touch her, driving her wild. “Fuck, baby, you’re wild for it.”

  He slammed his cock deep inside her pussy twice before pulling all the way out. Slicking his fingers with her cream, he coated her anus. His cock was already wet from her pussy. Elena waited with baited breath as the large tip suddenly pressed against her back entrance. Yes, finally, he was going to take her.

  Striker pushed past her tight muscles, and she gasped at the sudden jolt of pain. She hadn’t anticipated the pain, but it was so worth it.

  “Relax, baby, and let me in.”

  Taking a deep breath, she pushed back, and it gave him enough time to push on through. The combined pain and pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever felt.

  “Fuck, Elena, you’re so damn tight and hot. You’ve got a hot little ass, just like your pussy.” He ran his hands up and down her back, reaching around to cup her breasts. “You’ve got no idea how damn much I love you. You’re in my heart, Elena. My heart, my head, and my soul. There’s no other woman for me. I would die for you, kill for you.”

  “I love you, Striker. You own me.” She belonged to him in every way that mattered.

  He pulled out of her ass and began to rock backward and forward, making her take him just a little deeper. It was all too much, yet not enough. She wanted him to fuck her, to pound inside her, and take his pleasure.

  “Fuck me!” She screamed the word, and Striker grabbed her hips and pounded inside her ass.

  She’d be incredibly sore tomorrow, but it would be totally worth it. Every step she’d take would remind her of Striker and his possession.

  “So fucking beautiful,” Striker said. “And all mine. No man is going to ever get their hands on you, baby.”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m going to marry you. I’m going to put my kid inside you, and I’m going to fucking love you for the rest of my life.”

  She already loved him. He slid his fingers between her thighs, and started teasing her clit. Biting her lip, she pushed back against him, trying her hardest to hold off on her orgasm. He was driving her crazy, pushing her to the brink of pleasure once again.

  “Fuck, I�
�m not going to last.”

  Striker pounded inside her, and she gasped as her orgasm rushed through her, making her scream. He continued to work her hard until he finally tensed, and spilled his cum inside her.

  He moved them so that they were lying on the bed, wrapped around each other. His cock was still inside her ass, and she wasn’t ready to pull away.

  “That was amazing,” she said.

  “No, you’re amazing.” He kissed her neck, flicking his tongue over her pulse, driving her crazy. Her ass tightened, and she was ready to go again. “You’re insatiable, exactly the way I like it.”

  It was crazy to think this was her life now, but she wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. Being Striker’s old lady was exactly who and what she was meant to be, and she’d ride that high of being his until she took her last breath.

  LOST IN YOU (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 6)

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  She was his drug of choice, his addiction. He'd kill for her, die for her. Nerd would walk through hell just to prove he was crazy for her.