Wolf (A Hell's Lovers MC Romance, #1)

by Crimson Syn

  Nick leaned over me and frowned. “You realize who you’re talkin to, don’t you Wolf?”

  I frowned, and my eyes went from the bombshell in front of me to the old man. “What are you talkin’ ‘bout, Nick?”

  “That’s Ryder Chase’s daughter you got there, punk.”

  “What?!” My eyes shot over to her in sheer disbelief.

  Nick leaned in even more and whispered. “You better watch yourself.”

  Scarlett placed a hand on the old man’s arm. “Nick, stop it. Leave him alone.”

  “Just watching out for my girl.” He winked at her, but stared pointedly at me as he stood up and walked away.

  The warning hung in the air. Fuck off. The problem was, I didn’t really want to.

  The shock of meeting Ryder’s daughter was still sinking in. I sat there staring at her, speechless. I had thought of her as a teenager, but I had the timeframe way off.

  “How old are you?”

  “What? Twenty-three. Why?” She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

  “Twenty-three.” I whispered. I was a full ten years older. She was young, and full of life.

  “You know you’re not supposed to ask a woman her age.”

  “Ryder’s daughter, huh?”

  She nodded. “Yeah. Why?”

  I shrugged, feeling defeated. Damn it all to hell. There was no way I could touch her now. She was a legend’s daughter, and the members would never allow it. Just having her here with me was the equivalent of destroying everything I worked so hard for. But the temptation was staring me right in the face, and I wasn’t so keen on controlling it. I caught her pretty eyes looking at me and my body lit up. I had just entered hell, and it was going to be a long torturous ride.

  TWO WEEKS LATER, I had the pretty Scarlett Chase sitting in my office at Ravenous. Fortunately, she had shown up early to go over papers. Before the members got there, before the strippers were up on the poles and the “pass-arounds”, or “sheep”, as these women were referred to, remained hidden and hadn’t come out to begin fulfilling the members’ dirty deeds yet.

  I watched her dainty frame sitting on the edge of the chair, quietly looking around. She cleared her throat and gripped the leather notepad she held on her lap. A tight black skirt, like the one she had on the day we met, hugged her curves, and a bright silk shirt molded perfectly to those appetizing mounds.

  I came around and sat on the edge of my desk. “Did you assess the documents, Miss Chase?”

  “Y…yes.” Her eyes ran down the length of my frame and my damn dick stirred to life.

  “And?”

  “And you have a solid contract here, Mr. Stone.”

  “So, I should make an offer?”

  She nodded. “Definitely.”

  “What about my answer?”

  She gazed up at me, her pretty face seemingly chaste and sweet. “I’ll be your lawyer, Mr. Stone.”

  “Wolf.”

  “What?”

  “I want you to call me Wolf.”

  “I’d rather call you, Mr. Stone.” She whispered.

  I raised my eyebrows and she looked down. Her small defiance actually turned me on. “You can call me anything you want, Miss Chase.”

  She met my gaze and the heat in the room escalated quickly. “But I’d rather you called me Wolf.”

  Her eyes wavered. “Then I’d like for you to call me Scarlett.”

  “I’d rather call you gorgeous.”

  Her cheeks blushed a crimson red and my wolf stirred. Damn, I wanted to bend that sweet ass of hers over my desk and sink into her depths so badly.

  “You can call me anything you please, Wolf.” Her whisper was a tease and I once again found myself gripping tightly to my desk, holding myself back from her.

  “Very well then, gorgeous. Write up your contract and we’ll start working right away.”

  She nodded. “Will I have an office?”

  I looked around my office and spread my arms wide. “Is this not enough for you?”

  “But, this is your office.”

  I stood up and walked the few steps towards her. She gazed up at me, my crotch practically begging for release as her eyes glanced down at it. I was playing with fire but in that moment, I didn’t think a little flirting would hurt. I touched her chin, raising her head up to meet mine.

  “What’s mine is yours, Scarlett. I need you as close as possible, so my office will have to do.”

  She stared back at me all doe-eyed and wholesome, and after a brief moment I stepped back and took my seat. “I’ll see you tomorrow…gorgeous.”

  She stood up, her blush creeping up her soft features as she straightened her skirt.

  “And, Scarlett.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The sir part nearly made me groan. I paused for a moment, taking her in. “Make sure you text me before you come to see me. I want to make sure I’m here. Wouldn’t want to leave you at the hands of the members. Ravenous isn’t your typical club.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  At that I growled, and reached down to the growing bulge in the front of my pants. “Call me Wolf, Scarlett, or I won’t be able to help what will happen to you if you continue calling me Sir.”

  She stood shocked, her eyes roaming down to my hidden hand that now rubbed my bulge beneath the desk. She flushed pink again and licked her lips. “Goodbye…Sir.”

  With that slight whisper, she walked her luscious curves right out. I pulled down my zipper and let my rigid rod breathe. Gripping it, I imagined the gorgeous brunette sprawled on my desk, arching her back as my tongue tasted her honey. Jets of my cum splattered all over my desk as I came hard, harder than I ever had. I sat there catching my breath, staring at the ceiling. If it was that good just imagining her, what the hell was gonna happen when I really had her beneath me. My cock stirred again and my frustration peaked up. Keeping my hands off was gonna be harder than I thought.

  CHAPTER THREE

  SCARLETT

  “Ten grand a month!”

  My best friend Rahyne, looked at me in shock.

  We had gone out for drinks and were seated at a high-top sipping on our long island iced teas. I was telling her about my ordeal and of course, my sexy biker had to be mentioned.

  “Girl, that’s insane! With that kind of money you can open up your own firm.”

  I sipped on my drink. “You’re telling me? It’s like a dream come true, or maybe a small nightmare, I’m not really sure yet.”

  “Yeah, but you did say he was hot, right?”

  I nodded. “Hot? Yes. Dangerous? Definitely. I really shouldn’t be doing this. If my mom finds out she’s going to kill me.”

  Rahyne shrugged. “Who cares what your mom thinks? If it was for her you’d remain a virgin for the rest of your life.”

  “Shhh.” I waved at her to keep it down.

  Lowering her voice, she leaned forward. “Take a chance, Scarlett. What you need is a good dicking, and this guy sounds perfect for the job.”

  If she only knew.

  I shook my head and laughed. “I’m not gonna lie, the thought did cross my mind…several times.”

  “So, what’s the problem?”

  “I don’t know. I just...I don’t think he wants me in that way.”

  “If he doesn’t then he’s gay or fucking blind. You’re fucking beautiful!”

  “There just seems to be more to it, that’s all.”

  I smiled up at her and sighed. Rahyne had been my best friend since grade school. She was there through the awkward high school years, straight through college, and she was my life support when my father died. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her, or her for me, and her opinion mattered.

  “Maybe you should just prop yourself on his desk and open your legs. That will get him going.”

  “Rahyne!” I swatted at her but she leaned out of reach cracking up.

  “Oh, don’t even act like you don’t want to.”

  “I’m his lawyer, now. He’s my bo
ss!”

  “That’s a bull shit excuse. Don’t you have like lawyer client privilege or something?”

  “Yeah, so?” I frowned, she wasn’t making any sense.

  “So, let him have the privilege of taking your v-card.”

  I rolled my eyes and chugged down the rest of the drink. “I’m heading home, I can’t deal with you anymore.”

  She continued to laugh as I grabbed my purse. Just as I was halfway out the bar she yelled out. “Say hi to Bob for me!”

  I turned around giving her the finger and headed outside. She was referring to the pink vibrator she had gifted me on my birthday last year. I laughed as I walked towards my newly repaired beetle. The car was old, but it got me where I needed to go.

  It had been three weeks since I started working for Hell’s Lovers. In those three weeks, I had learned they owned dance clubs, restaurants, and even a few motorcycle repair shops. All they’re dealings were legal. Everything, except for Ravenous.

  Wolf had told me I could come by only in the early hours, but my curiosity had peaked. Last night had been my first real experience with Ravenous, and my first unexpected meeting of the Hell’s Lovers. It was also a night I couldn’t get out of my mind.

  I had been working on a business deal up in Wolf’s office and time seemed to pass me by. He had asked me to leave by six, but when I looked up it was well past nine in the evening. I looked around the office and stretched my stiff muscles. I poked my head down the hall and that’s when I noticed the beating of the bass, from the DJ down below. A familiar pop song echoed up the stairs, pulling me to its flow. I made my way down the stairs and through a black door. One moment I was in a quiet, professional office, the next I was thrown into a full orgy. Strippers swayed across poles throughout the club, men lined the bar yelling and pounding their fists full of money. I watched as one of the strippers engulfed a man with her butt cheeks, jiggling them in his face. He took a big bite of flesh and she laughed, pushing him away with her heel.

  On the opposite side of the dance stages there were private lounges full of women and men in lewd positions. My gaze stopped at Wolf. He was leaning against the bar drinking what looked like a glass of whiskey. He was talking to another similarly gorgeous man. The two men were stunning to look at. One dark and menacing, the other dark and brooding. An image of them both lying naked on my bed, taking me from all angles, had my panties all wet, and I shook the thought away quickly.

  Shit. I need a man.

  Although both men were delicious I had to admit, Wolf would be more than enough to handle, and he was all I really wanted. Lost in my thoughts I was taken aback when his eyes met mine. They turned an almost navy blue and narrowed in on me. Setting his drink down he made his way towards me. The way he moved made him look like a wolf on the prowl.

  God help me, he’s gorgeous.

  I took a step back into the shadows as he approached me. His magnetism was too powerful, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” He asked angrily.

  “I was…I…time got away from me. I was working upstairs.”

  He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me towards the entrance. “You need to leave.”

  I dug my shoes into the floor, stopping short. He glared down at me and I have to admit, fear coursed through my veins. Fear, mixed with a deeper feeling of lust.

  “I am an adult, Mr. Stone. You don’t need to throw me out as if I were a criminal.”

  He ran his hands through his lush locks and stared down at me, exasperated. His voice softened when he looked at me. “I’m not…I’m not throwing you out, but you shouldn’t be here.”

  I looked around. “Why not? It’s not like I’ve never seen a strip club before.”

  My eyes widened as I saw another man in one of the lounges, strewn across the booth, his jeans down around his ankles as a very naked woman bounced on his lap. I clenched my thighs at the erotic sight and I could feel my blush encompass my face.

  Wolf looked over to where I had my eyes set, and cursed. “God dammit. You need to leave. Now!”

  He grabbed me by the arm again, and as he was leading me towards the door, the man I had seen before crossed our paths.

  “What have you got there, Wolf? A pretty little morsel like that. Have you been hiding her away?” The man eyed me up and down, shamelessly staring at my body.

  Wolf yanked him by his leather jacket and propped him up against the wall. “You. Will. Respect. Her.”

  The man nodded quickly and raised his hands in quick defeat. “Yes, Sir.”

  Wolf let him go and sighed. “Grayson Carter this is Scarlett Chase. She’s our new lawyer. She’s also Ryder’s daughter.”

  Grayson’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Ryder Chase’s daughter! Well, welcome to Ravenous, Miss Chase.” He reached out his hand to me and I quickly shook it, glad for the playfulness in his attitude.

  “I’m Vice President to this here establishment and of course, the MC. Unfortunately, Wolf here, forgot to mention we had a new lawyer.”

  He glanced over at Wolf. “What the hell did you do to Bryan?”

  Wolf shrugged. “He didn’t cut it.”

  “He didn’t cut it, or he didn’t cut you?”

  “Just, drop it Gray.” I watched as he lowered his gaze to mine and grimaced, looking away. My heart felt like it had been jabbed from the look of disgust he had just given me. I stared at him, but he didn’t meet my eyes.

  Grayson cut through my turmoil. “Well, let’s introduce you then, Miss Chase. I’m sure the boys would like to meet you.” Wolf glared at him, but he didn’t say another word and stalked away angrily.

  I watched his back as he made his way to the bar once again. Grayson grabbed my hand and guided me to the lounge near the bar. As I passed by Wolf, I noticed his eyes were stuck on the grip Grayson had on my hand, and his jaw was clenched in anger. I tried to let go of Grayson, but he simply smiled over at me and dragged me forward. “Better stay close! Wouldn’t want someone stealing you away!” He yelled back.

  My eyes roamed the club and sure enough there were several bikers lying around being coddled, or devoured, by younger females that were either buck naked or half way there. The sights were arousingly vulgar. I could see why Wolf didn’t want me wandering around this scene.

  Grayson brought me to a private lounge, black curtains hung at the entrance. He nodded his head at the bulky man that stood by the rope and patted his back as he led me in. I took a quick glance back at Wolf and his heated eyes met mine as he took a swig of amber liquid.

  “Boys, I’d like to introduce you to Ryder Chase’s daughter!”

  I stood in the middle of discerning looks and gawking jaws. The looks of these guys were menacing at best, but how it was possible that they were all incredibly attractive, was beyond me.

  “H…hi.”

  “Why, hello there.” The man to my right smiled kindly and reached out a hand. “I’m Cain, Cain Scardino. I’m what you would call a Sargent at Arms.”

  I smiled at the large handsome man. “My Dad was a Sargent at Arms.”

  He nodded and chuckled, a deep rumble that would melt any girl’s panties. “Damn right he was.”

  “I’m Seth! Cain’s younger brother and one of the club’s enforcers.” The green eyed, blonde haired god approached me.

  Wow, maybe this is what the Greek gods looked like.

  “And I’m Riggs, the Hell’s Lovers Road Captain.” A sexy brunette gave me a sly smile and a firm handshake.

  I so needed to bring Rahyne to this club. She’d flip her lid at the sight of these guys.

  I gawked up at him, because that was all I could do. Then, one right after the other, they started to introduce themselves. There were six on the executive team in total, seven with Wolf.

  They sat me down amongst them and Grayson told them I was their new lawyer. They asked about my family and brought me a drink. We were all laughing and joking when suddenly everyone went still. Following
their gaze I met one very angry set of icy blue eyes that were solely focused on me.

  “Party’s over.” Wolf stated simply, and all at once, the members quietly started dispersing. Some of them waved at me, others winked, but they all ducked their heads and practically ran out of the room. Grayson stopped before him and patted him on the shoulder.

  “Take it easy, man. They have the right to meet her.”

  Without looking at him and keeping his eyes on me he lowered his voice. “Get the fuck out. Now!”

  Grayson sighed and looked back at me worriedly. Then left us alone. The tension was so thick I could barely breathe.

  I stood up and turned to him, but before a word could leave my lips, I was barreled down and roughly pressed against the wall in the far back corner. His grip on my body was strong and he had lifted me up so that I could barely touch the floor. Somehow his knee had propped itself between my legs and my skirt had ridden up, far more than decency allowed. My panty clad core rubbed along the roughness of his jeans and closing my eyes, I moaned.

  He gripped me tighter, pushing me down further onto his thigh and I whimpered. On their own accord, my arms gripped his shoulders as my hips rubbed against him.

  I felt his breath on my neck, his stubble pricked me sensually, and the feel of his broad chest rubbing against mine made my nipples perk up. I had only known the man a brief few weeks, yet I felt safe in his arms, and completely overwhelmed by the feelings he produced in me. I’d never felt such heated passion, such raw need from someone towards me. I found myself in complete bliss.

  “Fuck.” He whispered hoarsely, and he grabbed my hips and picked me up, positioning himself between my thighs. My legs could barely go around him, and they dangled on either side of his forearms as he dragged me along his hard length. My panties were drenched and my body was lit on fire.