Zorica and Declan: Restless Spades MC (A Bad Boy Paranormal Vampire Romance)

by Daniela Jackson

  Declan bows his head at me and glances at Alastar. “You continue to train Ross.”

  “Aye, Prez,” Alastar says.

  “Jax,” Declan says. “Get rid of the human meat. No human whores in the compound from now on.”

  Declan

  I exit the office and enter the bar. Zorica is sitting on the bar stool. Neve is standing behind the bar and wiping the top with a damp cloth. I move closer to my wife and lean towards her.

  “You have to obey me from now on,” I say into her ear.

  “I heard,” Zorica says. “President? Wow. Any orders for your old lady?” Her voice teases and seduces, promises a lot of fun.

  I kiss her on the cheek. “You’re gonna suck my dick off twice a week.”

  “Be quiet.” Zorica slaps my arm. “Neve can hear you.” She shakes her head and looks at me sternly.

  I look over my shoulder and see my daughter sneak out of the bar in the company of Brad. Yes, they should definitely start the training today. The little shit has so much potential, but she can’t embrace it. She has a lot of respect for Brad, so maybe he’ll be able to make a hunter out of her.

  “Brad and Neve,” Zorica says and gasps.

  I close her sweet mouth with mine then scoop her up into my arms and settle myself on the sofa. My dad opens a bottle of vodka as the boys surround me. We grab our shot glasses.

  “To our new president,” my grandpa says.

  We clink glasses and I gulp my vodka. Zorica moves her sweet ass on my lap and my dick demands that I shove him into her tight cunt.

  The dark bitch saunters down the stairs and joins us. She’s wearing a white corset with the back lacing and a petticoat like it’s some fucking bordello not a biker bar.

  “So, the little boy has become the president,” the bitch says.

  I don’t twist her neck only because my wife and daughter seem to love her.

  “Sit down, sweetheart,” Hugh says and pulls her into his lap.

  That’s fucking embarrassing. My grandpa looks like an old cock trying to impress a young hen. Yep, I’m embarrassed by him.

  The bitch grabs a shot glass and empties it in one sip. “Nazdarovye.” She refills the shot glass and passes it to Hugh. “Drink.”

  “From one shot glass?” Hugh asks.

  “Da,” Yeva says. “You need only one shot glass.”

  “You heard the lady,” Hugh says.

  So we use only one shot glass as our way to show the respect we have for our former president. I must admit I like this strange custom—you drink, pour and pass. Zorica giggles into my ear.

  I hold her chin, tipping her face up to mine. I latch my mouth on hers, our tongues tangled together. I put my hand on her swollen stomach and the baby kicks me.

  The dark bitch starts sobbing. “My family is so far away.”

  “We are your family now, sweetheart,” Hugh says.

  Like hell.

  Zorica cups my face with both her hands and looks at me sternly.

  “What?” I plant a kiss on her chin.

  “Hugh wants to marry her,” she mouths to me.

  “How do you know this?”

  She rolls her eyes.

  I look at my grandpa. Fucking hell. He looks like a teen in love. Maybe it should be like this. He’s lonely as fuck. He deserves happiness. My grandmother was the love of his life, but she died at the age of twenty-three. Committed suicide after she had discovered who Hugh really was.

  But the dark bitch? Chills go down my spine.

  Yeva’s red eyes lock on mine, causing the hairs on my back to stand on end. She smirks at me and kisses Hugh on the mouth.

  Alright. None of my business.

  I shove my wife off my lap. “Have fun, you all. I’m gonna clear off now.”

  “You too have fun, Prez,” the boys rumble.

  I pat my wife’s ass with my palm and we exit the bar.

  “Declan,” Zorica starts, her voice shaky. “Brad and Neve—“

  I walk right behind her, palming her full breasts. “Neve is off our head. Now, she’s Brad’s responsibility. We’ll kick Ross out of the house soon and we’ll have our privacy at last.”

  “If you say so…”

  “Brad’s gonna take care of Neve.”

  “Of course he’s gonna take care of her. He is a very caring man after all.”

  I sense a pinch of sarcasm in her voice. “On all fours, woman. You’re gonna cum on my cock three times.”

  “Aye, Prez.”

  I turn her and slam my mouth on hers.

  It’s never enough.

  I could kiss her for hours and it’s never enough.

  I could fuck her for hours and it’s never enough.

  She’s my sweet poison, intoxication and addiction.

  We tumble into our house and then into our bedroom.

  “Ross is in the bar, right?” I rasp.

  “Yes, only you and me.”

  She opens my trousers and frees my hard cock. Her fingers close around my shaft and she strokes me up and down. My muscles shiver. Heat shoots to my toes.

  Zorica chuckles as she moves back. She strips gracefully, crawls onto the bed and waits for me, positioned on all fours. Her pussy is on display; her pink flesh is glistening, pleading for my cock to fill it. I move closer to her and line my member up with her entrance.

  “Fuck me, Prez.”

  Hell yeah. My wife is in a fierce mood and I love it. I enter her slowly and she lets out a gasp.

  “Good baby?” I rasp as her walls clench around my cock.

  “Very good.” She turns her face to me. “Promise me…”

  “Anything you wish for.”

  “Promise me you won’t be mad at Brad.”

  “Brad?”

  Why is she even talking about Brad?

  “Promise me.” she demands.

  “I promise.” I thrust into her. Her heat and tightness strip me of rationality. “Fuck, so good with you, baby.” My balls tighten and I empty myself inside her. “Love you.”

  Zorica turns to face me, still on all fours. She holds my cock gently and swirls her little tongue around the head. I’m still hard. She draws my cock into her hot sweet mouth and sucks me gently.

  I growl my excitement. She’s so eager tonight.

  She runs the tip of her tongue along my shaft and her eyes meet mine. “You promised.” Her mouth wraps around the head.

  “I did. Just don’t stop, baby.”

  She takes my cock deeper into her mouth as her fingers caress my balls.

  “Harder,” I demand as my muscles become taut.

  When the baby is born, I’m gonna gag her. She looks so fucking erotic when I slam my cock on her throat. She’ll gag and tears will trickle down her cheeks. But she’ll take my cock willingly. Enjoy me as much as I enjoy her.

  Zorica bobs her head up and down my length as her fingers stroke my ass crack up and down. Yes, my woman knows how to make me feel good. Insane. I’m at her mercy.

  Bliss surges through me and I hear myself moan. I collapse onto the bed as my wife bites into my wrist. Her fangs give me even stronger bliss. I black out for a split second.

  “You promised,” Zorica says as her voice drifts to me and from me like a blurry echo.

  I try to steady my breath as a stream of warm liquid flows over my thigh.

  “Declan,” Zorica says.

  “What is it, darling?”

  “I think the baby wants to come out.”

  I jump to my feet and almost lose balance. “Fuck.”

  Zorica looks at me with wide eyes. “Fuck?”

  “I mean calm down, baby, everything’s gonna be fine.”

  ***

  The dark bitch looks at me. “Get out.” Her voice sounds commanding like she’s my general and I’m her soldier—lowest of the low.

  I growl with fury. “I’m always with my wife during the labour.”

  “Oh really?” She waves her hand like I’m an annoying fly.

  “He is
a good husband,” Zorica gasps as sweat beads her forehead.

  Yeva rolls her eyes. “So stay if that’s what you want.” She perches on the bed and strokes Zorica’s stomach. “Now focus, child. You’re going to be a good mother.”

  I start pacing around the room as my wife’s gasps make me feel so anxious I want to throw up. Neve sneaks into the bedroom.

  “Get out,” I say.

  “The baby…” Neve squeaks.

  “Yes, the baby,” I say.

  Neve smiles at me with both her thumbs up and sneaks out of the bedroom.

  Neve

  Brad is sitting in the armchair while Ross is leaning against the windowsill. I pour us three glasses of orange juice.

  We were heading to the training area when I felt my mom’s joy and anxiety. I knew the baby wanted to come out. I grabbed Brad’s hand and we ran over to my house.

  “The bitch knows what to do,” Brad says. “She’s ancient and knowledgeable.”

  Ross grins as he tosses his long brown hair back. “Prez looks like he’s drunk with her.”

  Brad chuckles. “Never expected the old git to fall for a monster.”

  “I’m part monster,” I say with sarcasm. “And so are you, Ross.”

  My brother drops his head as Brad’s jaw muscles twitch.

  “A war is coming,” Ross says.

  A gloomy silence layers the room and envelops us like a mourning veil.

  “Yep,” Brad says. “We need numbers. We need the dark bitch on our side.”

  “She said there were others,” I say.

  “She’s crazy,” Ross says.

  “A bit.” I nod.

  Yeva’s been burbling since I met her. She’s burbling about her past, present, future—blurry scraps of information, hazy scraps of mystery. Names, events, impossible things. Really crazy stuff.

  I sit on the armrest of Brad’s armchair as his eyes meet mine. There’s electricity between us, a storm that threatens to smash us.

  I missed him so much. I hated him so much. I hated him for his experience, for the trash he’s fucked in life, for my young age and my lack of experience.

  He said he loved me and I panicked.

  I’m a kid to him. I know nothing about love. About sex. About being with a grown man.

  Because this is the problem, right? I’m too young and he’s too old.

  I rise to my feet and go to the kitchen. I prepare snacks for us.

  We wait.

  Three hours later, I hear the baby’s first breath. My dad enters the living room with my little brother against his bare chest. Tears prick my eyes. Ross, Brad and I form a circle around him and glance at the baby.

  “Looks like a red worm,” Brad says, raw emotion in his voice.

  “You don’t want such a red worm of your own?” I ask.

  “I want,” Brad says. “I like kids. They’re fun.”

  Pain squeezes my heart at the yearning in his voice and the intensity of his gaze.

  My dad goes back to my mom as Yeva joins us.

  “They need space,” Yeva says. “You.” She juts her chin out to Ross. “You’re going to move into the clubhouse. There’s plenty of rooms to choose from in there.”

  Ross widens his grey eyes at her, but he says nothing.

  “You.” She looks at me and rolls her eyes then sweeps her hand and exits the room.

  Brad chuckles. “I’m gonna get drunk.”

  “Can I get drunk with you?” I ask.

  “No.”

  “Why the fuck not?”

  “You’re too young.”

  It hurts so much that tears well up in my eyes. Ross sneaks out of the room.

  “Neve.” Brad leans towards me. “I’m sorry.” He strokes my head as a tingle runs down my spine. “I sometimes forget you’re grown, that’s all. Come on. Let’s sit in the bar and have a drink.”

  I nod and we leave the house. Silence sits on my shoulders as we walk towards the clubhouse, so close, yet so apart.

  We enter the bar and Alastar waves his hand to us from behind the bar top. Right. There’s no bar trash and I’m not working tonight. Brad replaces him and pours us two glasses of beer as I sit on the bar stool.

  “Happy?” Brad asks.

  “Very happy. You like it when I’m happy?”

  “I love it.”

  “You’re sweet, Brad.”

  He puts his elbows on the bar top and leans towards me. “You’re sweeter.”

  He is so gorgeous in his Viking-like crudeness blending with bear-like warmth. I love everything about him.

  I raise my ass, my feet pressed against the metal footrest. My forehead rests against his. We’re somewhere else. His lips brush against mine. It’s as delicate as a spring breeze, but causes a storm to fill my body and mind. The boys’ whistles and howls bring me back to reality.

  “Can I talk to you someplace quiet?” I ask.

  “In the armoury room?” Brad winks at me.

  “In the armoury room.” I slip away from the bar stool and climb the stairs.

  My heart hammers in my chest as I go along the dark corridor and climb the spiral staircase that leads to our armoury room. I know Brad’s following me. I can smell his light sweat and hear his heartbeat.

  I enter the rotunda of a room filled with our swords, bows, and guns. Brad walks in and closes the black ornate door behind us.

  “So,” I start, “you want a baby, huh?”

  Brad chuckles. “Three babies.”

  “Over a longer period of time it could be doable.”

  “Kiddo, just say that straight. I’m a simple man and I need simple information.”

  I huff out as my heart almost escapes from my chest. “I love you. But I kind of feel like I’m too inexperienced, you know. Like you have needs and I’m not able to accommodate them. Like I’m not good enough.”

  “You’re my only need,” Brad rasps.

  A blast of realisation lights up my mind. “You want to fuck, right?”

  “I want to fuck.”

  He steps forward, his hands raised. We almost kiss. We almost touch. Our bodies resist the magnetic force that’s gonna make us as one in a moment.

  “Say it,” he demands.

  “Fuck me and make me yours forever.”

  I’m torn off the floor, and he slams me on the wall. His body crushes mine. I can’t breathe.

  Brad wraps my thighs around his hips and I feel him lower my trousers and panties enough to expose my bottom. I guess, this is not gonna be romantic. He unzips his jeans and the head of his cock pushes at my entrance. His mouth covers mine as he shoves it in. A yelp escapes my mouth. Brad moves his hips and buries his whole length inside me. A searing pain fills my tummy.

  “Mine,” Brad growls.

  I need his blood. I grip the back of his neck with my hands and expose my fangs. I bite into his neck and let the dark pleasure fill me. Brad wraps his arms around me and carries me towards the round oak table, so thick and stiff inside of me. I tear my mouth off his neck, dark caramel pleasure diffusing into my blood. He lays me on the top, pulling out of me. He removes my trousers and panties and puts my calves on his shoulders. He slides his cock into my heat and I shiver from the stretching sensation.

  Brad fucks me hard and fast.

  Pain mixes with pleasure inside of me.

  Brad starts moaning, his thrusts even deeper. He trembles and fills me up with his cum. Our lips meet in a frantic kiss.

  “You’re gonna move in with me,” Brad says.

  “Now?”

  “Now.”

  Chapter 13

  Declan

  I lay my baby into the cot and slip under the comforter. My wife rolls on her side as her sleepy eyes sweep over my face. The magical greyness of dawn creeps into the bedroom, meeting the flickering yellowness of the fire burning in the fireplace.

  It’s been crazy for two weeks. My baby boy’s crying a lot and Zorica’s very tired. She offers him a breast every night, but during the day I give him a
bottle of formula. He’s hungry all the time.

  “I’m thinking, Zorica.”

  She curls up into my chest. “About?” A yawn escapes her mouth.

  “Where’s Ross? Where’s Neve?”

  “In the clubhouse. In Brad’s house.” She moves aside as she stretches her arms and yawns again.

  “Brad’s looking after them?”

  “The boys are looking after Ross and Brad’s looking after Neve.”

  Uneasiness sits on my chest. “She’s too old.”

  “She’s old enough.”

  “Old enough for what, Zorica?” Something pricks my chest like a needle.

  “Get some sleep and go to the bar in the evening.” She yawns, shudders, and drops off to sleep.

  I have a nap then my son demands that I give him my full attention. When Zorica wakes up, she takes over from me, and shoves me out of the house.

  “Remember that you promised me, Declan.” She nods several times, her lips held tightly together, and she slams the door shut.

  Something is wrong, but I can’t name that wrongness.

  I walk over to the bar. As I enter it, all eyes fix on me. There’s an awkward silence.

  I see Ross freeze behind the bar with a consternated grin crossing his face.

  I see Yeva move on Hugh’s lap. She smirks at me like I’m an idiot.

  I see Neve freeze on Brad’s lap.

  “I’m gonna kill you, motherfucker,” I rumble.

  I sense someone’s fragile presence beside me. I turn my head as my eyes travel to Zorica holding our baby boy against her chest.

  “You promised,” she says in a sharp voice.

  “You knew?” I growl.

  Neve slips away from Brad’s lap. “I can explain, Dad.”

  Brad stands in front of her, sheltering her with his bear-like body. “The wedding is in a month. Prez.”

  “Like hell,” I growl. “Your funeral is in a month, brother.”

  “You promised,” Zorica hisses.

  I take a deep breath. Yeva rolls her eyes and then flashes me a pitying smile.

  Yes, I fucking promised. Fury rages inside of me, but I kill it off. I’m a man of my word.

  I drop onto the sofa and wave my hand to Neve and Brad. “Talk to me, you two.”

  “I love him,” my daughter says dramatically like this is a theatrical performance.