Taken By The Tiger

by Terra Wolf

  Big D had given me my instructions when I first joined, along with all the rest of my training. Employees were not supposed to sleep with any of the members, that is any of the guys with the vests. Which meant that Daredevil was off limits. I wondered if that was why he hadn’t come up and spoken to me since that first day. I had to keep my thighs squeezed together now, every time I saw him, because the more I thought about how he couldn’t have me; the more I wanted him.

  My shift had just started when Daredevil walked in that evening. Leather jacket, hair styled perfectly, his shoulders heaving and his blue eyes fixed on me behind the counter. He stood near one of the tables, sliding his gloves off. I’d heard the roar of his bike outside and I’d started to recognize the distinct sound of his engine. My body was already prepared for his entrance, but even then, I felt like I he had grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to himself.

  It was still early and the bar was empty. Only Big D was working away in the storage room behind me and there was one other patron at a far corner, having an early drink. Daredevil walked stealthily towards me, while I counted the cash in the register. I wasn’t really counting. I couldn’t actually concentrate with him there.

  “Are you happy working here?” were his first words. He hadn’t spoken to me in a week, and here he was, asking me this deeply personal question. I looked up at him daring to meet his eyes and I forced a smile on my face and nodded.

  Daredevil’s eyes were flitting over my body, drinking in the shape of my breasts, the slope of my neck…I felt naked and vulnerable again. I couldn’t help but imagine him taking charge, pushing me against the wall…

  “Yes, I like it here,” I said instead, gulping down my fantasies while he stared at me. I wanted to run my fingers over his skin, feel his muscles move.

  “You let me know if anyone gives you trouble,” he said and placed his helmet on the counter beside me. I could feel my cheeks flushing with those words. I knew that if there was any man who could definitely keep me safe, it was Daredevil. I didn’t know him, but I knew at least that much about him. He was still watching me with narrowed eyes and I looked away from him.

  “Thanks, but everyone here is good to me,” I replied and my shoulders stiffened when he leaned towards me over the counter. His face only inches away from mine. What was he doing? What was he going to do? We were not allowed to get this close.

  “You let me know if you think they’re being a little too good to you,” he said, in a low gruff voice and I felt my breath catching in my throat. I knew exactly what he was talking about. He was talking about the things that I wanted him to do to me. I could feel my fingers trembling under the counter. One week of fantasizing about him. One week of touching myself and thinking about his rough fingers on my pussy. I could feel my skin sizzling.

  “Melody, oh hey, Daredevil,” Big D had emerged from the storage room. Daredevil slid himself back into a respectable distance from me and tipped his head at Big D.

  “There’s a new shipment of beer in the back, you can go ahead and unload them into the fridge,” Big D said, taking over for me at the cash register. I tried to hurriedly gather myself. Being that close to Daredevil had an unnerving effect on me and I needed to shake it off quickly.

  “Sure,” I said.

  “I’ll help you,” Daredevil was quick to say and thankfully, it looked like Big D hadn’t suspected anything.

  My senses completely aware and my fingers still trembling with anticipation, I turned and walked to the back. Daredevil was behind me and I could feel his presence.

  “You shouldn’t be afraid to ask for help. Those shipments can be heavy,” I heard him say. Crates of beer had been stacked near the walk-in fridge and I walked towards it now, bending down to pick one up.

  “I can handle it,” I said, and Daredevil bent down to pick one up as well. But instead he grabbed three, like it was no big deal. Damn shifter strength.

  “You look delicate enough to snap,” he said, just as I lifted a crate. It was heavy all right, but I could still lift it and his eyebrows arched with surprise.

  “I’m impressed. What else can you do that I don’t know about?” he said, following me into the fridge.

  I pushed open the fridge door, turning to him to smile and he followed me in. It was a small square shaped room, chilly because of the low temperature and with a dim fluorescent blue bulb hanging from the ceiling.

  “Maybe I should ask you that question. I know what this place is, The Shifter Shack doesn’t hide it too well.”

  “You want to know about my tiger?”

  Tiger, hot. Jesus I had to get a hold of myself. “Yeah.”

  “Well he’s part of me, but we each have our own brains. Sometimes we don’t agree, and other times…”

  I placed the crate on the floor, and then I heard the door closing behind me. I turned and found Daredevil standing right behind me. I crashed into him and gasped with surprise. Our bodies had collided, and in the next instance, he was walking into me, guiding me backwards till my back pressed against the cool wall of the fridge.

  Daredevil towered over me, his face bent low and even in the dark, I could tell that he was looking deep into my eyes. I’d wanted to be alone with him for so long and now this was actually happening.

  “Other times we get exactly what we both want,” I heard him say, just as he lowered his face and our lips met in a sizzle. I felt his tongue slide over my lips, before he forcefully parted my mouth and slipped his tongue in. I gasped again, reaching for his muscular shoulders and just as I wrapped my arms around his neck, he lifted me up.

  He had perched me on top of a short tower of crates, his tongue exploring my mouth the whole time. My legs parted instinctually and he wedged himself between them. His tongue inside my mouth, arching and reaching…I angled my face to accommodate him, trying to kiss him back but he was in control. He was the one who was going to decide what would happen next.

  I tried to press my body to him, and his hand rose from my waist, lightly rolling up my t-shirt and then cupping my left breast. I moaned into his mouth and he kissed me even more furiously.

  I could feel his cock throbbing against my wet pussy now. We were separated by clothes, but I knew he could tell just how much I wanted him. I was ready for him.

  Daredevil pulled his mouth away from me, and I saw that he was smiling, while I was breathless.

  “So sweet, so shy,” he said in a low guttural voice and I arched my back, thrusting my breasts towards him. I wanted more. Just the kiss wasn’t going to be enough.

  His hand that was cupping my breast moved over my belly now, going lower till he touched my wet panties under my skirt.

  I bit down on my lip and closed my eyes. His fingers had started stroking my pussy through my panties and I could feel my juices dribbling out of me. Daredevil’s fingers were thick and rough and he wasn’t being gentle with me. Just like me, he too had tried to hold back for one week, but it was impossible now. I had to have a part of him inside me.

  “Let’s see how tight that pussy is,” he said, bringing his face closer to mine and I moaned again. He tugged my panties aside with his thumb and even though I had braced myself for what was coming, I hadn’t anticipated the thrust. Two fingers, quickly and expertly used. He pushed his fingers into me and I could hear myself cry. My legs were stretched open around him and he was sliding his fingers in and out of me. My juices helped him, invited him in, signaling to him that I wanted more.

  “Tight. Just like I thought,” he said and his thumb found my clit.

  I could feel my senses reeling. I reached for my breasts and squeezed them. The only thing that would satisfy me now would be his cock inside me. Daredevil was glaring at my face, with narrowed eyes, watching as he brought my body closer and closer to the brink.

  His thumb rubbed my clit while his fingers pounded my pussy, in and out, mingled with my low moans. I was close to begging him to do it with his cock, but I had a feeling that he wouldn’t want to be told what
to do.

  “Come for me, princess,” I heard him say, and that was all I needed. His permission. My body jolted and I could feel my juices slip out of me and on his fingers. Daredevil didn’t stop plowing into me, his fingers reaching me deep inside and sliding out, the friction making my folds quiver with pleasure. My clit was engorged and throbbing and he knew exactly how to make my orgasm last longer than ever before.

  It felt like an outer body experience, like my soul was souring. I couldn’t believe how good this had felt, and I hadn’t even touched his cock yet. When my breathing began to subside, my eyes started to adjust in the dark again. Daredevil was grinning. He was pleased with his result. He had made it look easy and natural, even though I’d never slept with a guy who could bang me like this. Just with his fingers.

  The sound of his cellphone beeping, suddenly filled the small confines of the fridge and Daredevil abruptly stepped away from me. His brows crossed immediately and he pulled his phone out. The white light of the screen illuminated his face and I felt an ache in the pit of my stomach.

  Sense was returning to my system. I had just had an orgasm. With someone I wasn’t supposed to sleep with. Could I lose my job over this? Would he brag about it to Big D or Hunter? My heart was racing. I couldn’t lose this job. I needed the money.

  Daredevil looked up at me, as he slipped his cellphone back into his pocket. He had jaw clenched and the smile had disappeared from his face.

  Without a word, he was backing away towards the door. I held his gaze, my heart still racing a mile a minute. He pushed open the door, just as I snapped my legs shut and light filled the room for a few moments.

  And then he was gone.

  Chapter 8

  Daredevil

  My tiger purred beneath my skin. He was happy, and I was satisfied.

  For now.

  I called Ace back as I got back on my bike.

  “Jordan has information,” Ace said into the phone as I revved up the engine.

  “Information on what?” I asked.

  “The Claws. He wants us to meet him,” Ace replied and I could hear him starting his own engine.

  “Where is he?”

  “He’s playing poker at The Pussycats,” Ace told me and I rolled my eyes. Of course he was. Where else would he be?

  “I’ll see you there in fifteen,” I said and cut the call.

  The Pussycats was a lounge downtown, and less of a lounge and more of a strip club. For some reason, after I’d just had Melody; I wasn’t interested in looking at other naked bodies.

  I clenched my jaw as I put my helmet back on and zoomed out of the bar’s parking lot. This was new to me. Since when did I not want to go to a strip club because I’d just fingered another chick? What had Melody done to me?

  I felt the wind lash against my face as I rode my bike, gripping the gears too tightly with my hands.

  I’d just broken one of Dad’s rules. A rule that had been religiously followed by every member of the MC. Technically, I hadn’t slept with her, I’d only made her come.

  But every time I thought of Melody, I thought about how I’d gone against the MC. I’d nearly slept with an employee when I wasn’t supposed to. I was going to take over as President of the MC eventually, and I couldn’t be the one breaking the rules my father had set.

  One thing I knew was that I wanted more. What had just happened wasn’t enough, and if it happened again, there would be consequences. Dad would not let it slide just because I was his son. Rules were rules for every member of the pride.

  The streets wound around and I rode my bike with fury. I wanted to get rid of that sticky feeling of having Melody’s mouth in mine, my fingers in her. I had a job to do. I had other things to concentrate on. Fantasizing about Melody was the least of my concerns. I should have been satisfied, but I wasn’t.

  Chapter 9

  Daredevil

  Ace and I walked into The Pussycats and immediately, the smoke surrounded us in a haze. The music wasn’t too loud but it thumped and the floor was shaking underneath my feet. I cracked my neck in annoyance, my tiger wasn’t having it. He was over this place already. Ace and I looked around for Jordan as we walked past the stages that were set up all around the lounge. Shiny poles and naked women with fake tits draped around them.

  The place was dark and lit with only fluorescent pink and purple lights.

  “There he is,” Ace snapped me out of my thoughts and I saw Jordan now, sitting on an oversized purple couch with a nearly naked girl on his lap.

  “My brothers are here!” Jordan threw his arms open.

  “What’s going on?” I asked Jordan, focusing on him again and ignoring his overtly happy greetings. He was drunk and I had no patience for him. I just wanted to get the information from him and get out of this place.

  “I just won at poker, brother,” he said and held up a hand holding a few hundred dollar bills.

  “Congratulations,” Ace said in a grim impatient voice, while Jordan took another shot. A girl leaned in and licked the side of his face, as though to comfort him.

  “Who were you playing?” I asked him, aware that we’d have to dig the information out of him now. He was in no mood to work.

  “With two guys from The Chaos Hunters,” Jordan said and Ace and I exchanged looks. They weren’t exactly a rival gang, but they were associated with The Claws.

  “Those motherfuckers are recruiting, The Claws I mean,” Jordan said, suddenly growing serious, and the girl on his lap wandered away.

  “You need to tell us exactly what you heard, Jordan. Concentrate,” Ace said and Jordan took in a deep breath.

  “Okay, okay. The guys said that The Claws are recruiting, picking up street kids again and training them,” he said. Ace and I exchanged looks again.

  “Training them for what?” I asked and Jordan ran a hand through his hair, like he was nervous about telling us this next part.

  “What did they say?” Ace coaxed him again.

  “They’ve got some underground fight ring going on. Gambling and taking bets on the fights,” Jordan told us and I stepped away from him and clenched my jaw.

  “And they’re using kids for this?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at Jordan.

  “That’s what those guys said. Shifter fights. Forcing them, ya know? It’s second hand smoke but it’s something. You told us to keep an eye out,” Jordan said and Ace stepped forward to thump him on his back.

  “Good work, man,” he told him and Jordan seemed pleased.

  Ace and I turned and started walking towards the exit. When I looked over at him, he seemed a little surprised that I wasn’t staying. We were at a strip club, and I wasn’t banging a chick. It wasn’t often that happened.

  “I think we should check out this fight ring,” I said, trying to distract Ace from asking me questions about why I wasn’t interested in all the naked tits around me.

  “We need to run it by Hunter first though, don’t we?” Ace said as we stepped out into the night again.

  “Yeah,” I replied, my mind already wandering to what Melody might be doing.

  Chapter 10

  Melody

  I was surrounded with books in Nina’s living room. She was in the kitchen behind me, cooking us dinner while I studied. I was trying to get into a Vet Tech program in the city, and I was determined to turn my life around. A few more weeks at this job would give me enough money to help me move out of Nina’s apartment and I could start repaying her for all her help in the past few weeks.

  “A few more inches, and you’re going to fall into your book,” she called out to me and I realized I had been leaning over the couch, trying to absorb every word on the page. My circumstances weren’t ideal to really concentrate, but I was trying my best. I had somehow managed to put Daredevil at the back of my mind and work on the entrance exam. The feeling of having his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy was still starkly clear in my mind, but I tried to not think about it.

  “Just one more chapter and we c
an eat,” I called out to her happily, just as there was a sharp banging on the door.

  I turned to look at Nina, who had her brows crossed.

  “Expecting someone?” I asked her, as the banging on the door grew louder. She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

  “Not that I can think of. Might be Mr. Brown, he lives next door and sometimes forgets which door he’s knocking on,” Nina wiped her hands on the apron at her waist as she walked towards the door.

  “That isn’t exactly knocking,” I said, with a detached smirk, turning to my book again.

  “He might have had a little too much to drink, he’ll be embarrassed tomorrow and apologize when he bumps into me,” she said with a laugh and opened the door.

  I heard his voice before I saw him, and immediately my blood ran cold.

  “Where the fuck is she?” Maxwell’s voice was harsh and icy as he stormed into the apartment. He had thrust Nina to the side and now she was pasted with her back to the wall as he lunged towards me.

  I screamed, with only a split second to react as he grabbed my arm and squeezed, pulling me off the couch.

  “Maxwell! You’re hurting me!” I screamed as he shook me wildly.

  “Did you think you could hide from me forever?” he barked, and some spittle flew from his mouth on my face. My eyes were widened, fixed on his enraged face. I could see that he was drunk, I could smell the beer on his breath. His face had turned red with anger and for the first time in my life, I was scared of dying. He was bigger and stronger than me and he could very easily kill me.

  “Maxwell, please. Just let me go and let me explain,” I pleaded with him and I felt the pressure of his grip on my arm. He was tightening it, squeezing my flesh and a sharp pain zapped up and down my arm. He was holding me just below my elbow, keeping me in position, just inches from his face.

  “Where is it?” he barked, spittle flying everywhere.