“I'm glad you got back safe,” Patrick said, facing straight ahead at the bar. “I was worried there for a moment. I didn't know what Byron was going to do to you after you took out the Mexicans. I'm glad he kept his word.”
“Me too,” I replied, grabbing for another bottle of whiskey behind the counter.
“He used to be really nice. My brother. We used to play in the backyard together and he'd protect me from monsters and dragons. But as we grew older, he took things a bit too literally. He was so possessive and demanding. I could never go back to that.”
I took a deep long breath that would hopefully instill me with bravery. “Patrick, I'm the new President of the Devil's Hellions now.”
Patrick turned to me and smiled. “You deserve it.” Behind her eyes, I could see the gears working. She knew where this conversation was heading.
“I don't know what we have between us but my MC needs me now. I won't have time for relationships. I can't do this with you anymore, Patrick.”
Patrick dropped his head and nodded. He knew what I was going to say before I even said it. Patrick raised his head and looked at me with tears in his eyes. He went to open his mouth to say something but couldn't form any words. My heart was breaking within my chest. I wanted to hold him and tell him everything was going to be all right.
But it would only make matters worse. I turned to walk away, my feet buried in cement. I couldn't let my emotions rule me. I stepped away and Patrick whispered my name before I shut the door on him forever. There'd be plenty of men to fill my bed and give me that much needed release with no strings attached.
Chapter Twenty-One
Patrick
My entire life was crumbling before me. I sat at the bar and polished off a couple bottles of whiskey. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't go back to Byron and I wasn't welcome with the Devil's Hellions anymore.
I couldn't help but laugh at my situation. When I was hostage, all I could think about was escaping from this place. Now I wanted to stay here now more than ever. But Phoenix was done with me. He was just like every other biker. Their head so far up their ass that they couldn't see what was right in front of them.
Fuck Phoenix. I didn't need him.
I went to the only friend left, Heather. She acted like I had been dead and resurrected. I told her the long story about being kidnapped and all about Phoenix. She let me stay in her dorm room which her roommate didn't like too much. But I had no where else to go. I couldn't stomach the thought of going back to my parents. They pretty much exiled me after I went to live with Byron.
But what was I supposed to do?
I tried going to class, keep my mind of Phoenix and the Devil's Hellions. School just didn't interest me much anymore. Heather tried to take me out to a club but I just ended up going back to the dorms early.
Weeks passed by and I thought I was going to go crazy. Sleeping on the floor of Heather's dorm room made me feel like I was homeless. In fact, I was homeless. Barely had any money to my name, and not even a bed to sleep on. My life had hit rock bottom. There was only one place where I belonged now.
Heather thought I was insane for getting a tattoo. “It's not like you, Patrick,” she said.
“You don't know me anymore, Heather,” I replied. I didn't like burning the last good friendship I had but it was the truth. I was a different person now.
Heather held my hand as the man with giant plugs in his ears inked my back. The Phoenix was nothing compared to what I had been through the past couple months.
I found myself back at the Devil's Hellions clubhouse. There were a few new faces but the place was still pretty empty. Tater smiled when he saw me approach the bar.
“Didn't think I'd see you around here anymore. What can I get you?”
“A quick shot of whiskey and Phoenix if he's around.”
Tater poured a shot and yelled across the room. Tank had his head buried in the tits of some Asian whore. “Hey Tank, you've seen the Prez around?”
Tank came up for just enough air to reply. “In the meeting room.” His tongue flicked out and the slut on his lap giggled.
I grabbed the shot and let it slowly drain down the back of my throat. I hadn't seen Phoenix for more than a month and I had no idea how I'd react. I had to subdue the urge to jump his cock. We weren't like that anymore.
I said my goodbyes to Tater and opened the door to the meeting room. The wood table had a nice carving of a devil and new framed photos had been nailed to the walls of fallen members. Phoenix sat at the head of the table, his face covered in shadows. He looked like a mob boss right out of the Godfather films.
Phoenix stood up, his palms face down on the table. “I didn't think I'd see you back here, Patrick. My mind hasn't changed.”
His voice was just as deep and sexy as I remembered. My legs shivered as I murmured, “I know...I know. I didn't come back here for you.”
Phoenix swaggered around the table and came into the light. His chiseled chin looked good enough to eat and his dark eyes stared back at me. The tension between us was palpable. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. But it wasn't meant to be.
“Now that I'm back to my normal life, I realized I don't want it anymore. I dreamed of it day and night while I was locked away down in your basement but so many things have changed. I want to be apart of something. Become somebody important. The Devil's Hellions MC can give me that.”
Phoenix put up his hand to get me to stop. “I don't know if this life is for you, Patrick. I don't want to see you hurt. I couldn't bear it.”
Phoenix still cared for me and that was nice but I wouldn't let anyone try to shield me anymore. I got enough of that from Byron. I was my own man now. “I've been here during the worst times of this motorcycle club. And I want to be here to rebuild.”
I turned around and lifted the back of my blue shirt. The tattoo was still fresh and stung with a phoenix. Phoenix's fingers grazed my inked skin and I flinched.
“Property of Devil's Hellions MC,” Phoenix said, reading aloud my tattoo.
I faced Phoenix again to see him smiling. “I'm serious about this.”
Phoenix hugged me and whispered in my ear. “I see that now. Go behind the bar and help Tater out.” His musky scent was overwhelming and I wanted to kiss him so badly. But I had to resist. Someday maybe we could be together. But for Phoenix, the MC would always be a priority.
Epilogue
Phoenix
Present Day
Patrick stuck around throughout the years, even during the hard times. It was difficult to have him around—a constant reminder of the life I could've had if I only made a different choice. I was always searching for something that was right in front of me.
It wasn't too late for Dagger and maybe it wasn't too late for an old man like me.
I found myself on the doorstep of Patrick's apartment, too afraid to knock. Fearful of what lay beyond the door. The complex he lived in was rundown and grimy. Graffiti stained the walls and drug dealers stood on each corner.
In all the years I knew Patrick, I had never visited his home. Now I knew why he never wanted me over. I could've changed all this. I could've provided him with everything he needed.
Instead, I kept him at arm's length, never giving him the love he deserved. And Patrick deserved it all.
I slammed my fist on the door as my knees almost caved in. My heart pounded in my throat and a wave of nausea came over me. A moment later and nothing. What if he wasn't home?
I could leave and act like it never happened. But I saw his car parked outside. He could be in trouble. I needed to help him.
The door creaked opened before my knighthood kicked in. Patrick stood there with big eyes. “Phoenix...what are you doing here?”
“I'm no longer the President of the Devil's Hellions MC.”
Patrick looked confused, his head cocked to the side. “Oh my god. I had no idea you were even thinking about retiring.”
I had to take what was mine. I
pushed the door and and welcomed myself inside. Patrick stepped back, allowing me in. “I came here for you, Patrick.”
Patrick closed his eyes to try and process all the new information. “What are you talking about?”
I closed the door behind me and locked it. “I made a terrible mistake all those years ago.” I stepped within inches of Patrick, his wrinkled eyes staring up to mine. We were both old now. But he was still as handsome as the first day I met her. “I just didn't know how bad of a mistake until now.”
Our kiss could have powered a nuclear reactor. All the pent up emotions we had for each other over the years was exploding. His lips tasted just as soft and sweet as they did all those years ago. How could I ever forgive myself for not kissing this mouth every day I was near him.
I felt down the sides of his waist and around his back. Patrick shivered to my touch. I grabbed his ass and forced him against me. We kissed passionately again, our tongues dancing around.
“I can't wait another second, Phoenix. Take me now and take me hard. You better make up for all the time we lost.”
I didn't need to say another word. I fumbled around with my belt buckle and dropped my jeans to the ground. Patrick felt up my thick shaft, stroking me over my boxer briefs.
I turned Patrick around until he faced away. I bent him over the back of her dirty couch, his ass pressed against me. I pulled down my boxers and placed my cock between his cheeks.
I could've come right then, spraying my milky seed all over his hot ass. But I needed to feel him again.
I sunk my pulsing cock into his ass, sliding right in with ease. The warm tight feeling around my shaft almost made me climax. I pushed further and further, filling Patrick up completely. It's exactly as I remembered it.
I took him from behind, my hips smacking against Patrick's soft ass. I traced my finger across the old faded tattoo: Property of Devil's Hellions MC.
Patrick screamed my name over and over again, disintegrating as he came. I clenched my teeth and found my release, filling him with my warm cum. We became one and I knew he was all mine. Patrick was Phoenix's Property now.
The End
Interstellar Mate
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Description
Asher is shipped off-world to the planet Raxom to make a fresh start.
The only catch is he has to marry one of their males.
Kray is the biggest alien Asher's ever seen. His debts force him into a marriage that his culture frowns upon. His family has turned their backs on him and Kray must make all this work somehow.
Features a strong man and a blue Raxom male. This is a standalone with a happily ever after!
Interstellar Mate
Chapter One
Asher
The starship Corona soared through the darkness of space. I sat in my small cabin trying not to go crazy from boredom. I had been in this cramped space for six months now. We were almost at our destination.
I stared out of the porthole at the bright star in the distance. What would life be like on my new home?
Earth had become so overcrowded that the only affordable living was off-planet. But only a few alien worlds were willing to accept human immigrants.
Raxom was one of those planets.
A society dominated by males with not enough mates to go around. Raxom only allowed humans on the condition that they be married to a male. The idea of it sickened me at first. How could I travel light years away and be married to an alien I'd never even met?
I remembered taking a long time to decide whether I should leave Earth or not. Friends had begged me to stay but I couldn't imagine living in a small one bedroom apartment with eight people any longer. I needed room to stretch my legs.
I wanted to walk outside and not have to choke on the dark smog that hung in the air. Raxom promised a new life for me.
And I was going to make the most of it.
Even if that mean becoming a bride.
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The starship landed on the lush green and purple world. There were trees for as far as the eye could see. They didn't believe in skyscrapers here. All of their buildings were one story. At least that's what I learned on the way here.
In each cabin was a video monitor that taught you the language of Raxom and what to expect when you arrived there. Even though I had spent the last six months studying night and day, I wasn't sure I had a handle on the complex sentence structure and weird guttural sounds.
I was told it would get easier once you were immersed in the culture.
I sure hoped so. I wouldn't want to be stuck there for the rest of my life and not be able to communicate.
I grabbed my suitcase and joined the line of men and women in the corridor, all waiting to exit the craft and start their new life. I'd gotten to know a few of them over the course of the trip. Nobody close enough to call a friend yet. We knew it would be useless when we didn't know where we would be living yet.
Raxom was roughly twice the size of earth with about half the population. That meant there was a lot of open space. So much space that entire areas of the planet had never been explored.
I walked down the ramp and got my first taste of the planet. A bright red sun setting over plains filled with purple grass. It was a sight that I would never forget.
We were herded into a large one-story building that was kind of like a welcome center for new visitors. And that's when I saw one for the first time.
A Raxom male.
He stood guard with a long spear made of a shiny metal. Tall, strong, blue-skinned. A stoic presence. I had seen videos and pictures before but it was nothing like seeing one in person. Were they all as big as this one?
I was brought to a counter with a Raxom female. She was a tiny little thing. About a foot smaller than me and so thin she could be blown away by the wind. Her long dark blue hair was put in a thick braid that reached her ass.
“Your name?” she asked in perfect English.
I was taken aback for a moment. I didn't expect any Raxom to be able to speak my language. I cleared my throat before starting, “Asher Keller”.
The Raxom pointed to a scanner in front of her that had the outline of a hand. I placed my hand and spread my fingers apart to fit. The scanner lit up and I saw my face show up in the monitor next to the Raxom.
“Your mate is Kray. Proceed to cell thirty-four to find him there and then you will take part in the ceremony.”
I nodded and walked into a long corridor of doors. I tried to imagine what Kray would look like. I could only think of the male Raxom I saw before. If Kray looked like him I might actually be happy.
But what if he looked hideous?
I wouldn't be able to get out of this. A Raxom marriage was for life. There was no divorce. No escape clause. Once the ceremony was over, you were bonded to him until death.
I stood before the door marked: Thirty-Four. The next part of my life was behind it. Nothing would be the same. I took in a couple of deep breaths and opened the door.
Kray stood even taller than the Raxom I saw earlier. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of brown pants. Typical Raxom attire. His jet black hair was cut short, his blue-skin almost shimmering in the light.
He was absolutely gigantic. Muscles layered upon muscles. Raxom males were built a lot differently than the men back home.
His big green eyes looked me up and down as he smirked. My cheeks flushed and I didn't know what to say. Do I try to speak in his language?
“Ruag' Nap Ta,” I said, hoping it was the correct way to say hello in Raxom.
Chapter Two
Kray
This human male entered the room and stole my breath. He was not like the others I'd seen from Earth. He wore a blue and wh
ite jumpsuit that was typically worn by Earth men when they first arrived.
His brown hair was cut short. His body was not as big as Raxom males but still very strong which pleased me immensely. Some humans couldn't handle the mating rituals without breaking.
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