Tornado: A Paranormal Romance (Savage Brotherhood MC Book 1)

by Jasmine Wylder

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  Tornado

  Savage Brotherhood MC: Book One

  A Paranormal Romance

  By Jasmine Wylder

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Bonus Content (Limited Time Only)

  Paranormal Romance Collection

  Paranormal Shifter Romance: Alpha's Awakening

  About Jasmine Wylder

  Jasmine’s Other Books

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  Chapter One

  Ava

  “Ugh, what a night!” Ava dramatically threw herself over the table in the back of the café where she worked. She glanced at her friend and coworker, Melanie. “I need a drink.”

  Melanie had her shoes off, resting her feet from her ten-hour shift. She and Ava had come on together. The other feline shifter was literally the only thing that had kept her sane today.

  It had been a rough day, with picky customer after picky customer coming in and asking for drinks that seemed to take an entire sentence to describe. Ava had only been working at the coffee shop for six months, but it had felt like a lifetime—she absolutely hated every moment of it.

  “Wanna hit the bar with me?” Ava arched her brow at Melanie. “We haven’t gone to that one near my place.”

  Melanie frowned. “That weird little hole-in-the-wall? The place that doesn’t even have a sign? That’s a bad idea, Ava. That place is full of that gang.”

  Ava saw the worry starting to creep in around the edges of Melanie’s eyes, and waved it off with a laugh. “Fine then, no bar. I think I’ve got a couple beers at home. We could just chill out.”

  Her friend’s expression cleared and she smiled. “Fraid not, Ava. Sorry. I’m exhausted. Maybe next time.”

  “Sure thing.”

  The two women hugged each other. In a town as small as Coalfell, it was difficult to find shifters who weren’t associated with the Savage Brotherhood, a motorcycle club, and doubly hard to find feline shifters. Ava’s own panther had picked up Melanie’s feline scent when they first met, though it had taken several months before the other shifter opened up to her.

  Ava waved to her other coworkers as she left and headed out to her car. She was almost there when a strange scent hit her nostrils. She wrinkled her nose as she glanced around, trying to locate the source of the scent.

  A man stood on the other side of the parking lot. He was tall, thin, and pale. Even across the lot, his gaze seemed to pierce right through her. Seeing her staring at him, he smiled at her in a way that didn’t quite match his features, as if smiling was unnatural for him.

  She froze, keys in her hand. Her panther hissed, and the hair stood up on the back of her neck.

  The man slid into the car next to him and drove away. The sickly-sweet scent lingered, making Ava’s stomach churn. Her hands trembling, she quickly got into her car and took off out of the parking lot. She dealt with a lot of creeps, but nobody had managed to unsettle her panther with a single glance like that.

  As she passed the seedy little bar on her way home, her mind flashed to Melanie’s warning. But her hands were still trembling, and she knew she needed something stronger than beer to calm her nerves tonight.

  Ever since she had moved to her new house, she had been looking forward to exploring this little hole in the wall. It was the kind of place that always had motorcycles parked out front no matter what time of year. A barely-lit sign that was small and almost unnoticeable announced it was a bar.

  It wasn’t the kind of bar that you went to if you hadn’t already been there before, but Ava wasn’t intimidated. “Gang”, Melanie called them. Coalfell was little more than a spit of a town. They only had one traffic light, for God’s sake! She wasn’t afraid of a bunch of tough guy posers with Mom tattoos.

  If there was one thing she was completely certain of, it was that she didn’t scare easily. And after her unnerving encounter—it wasn’t even an encounter—with the pale man, she needed to prove that again.

  She turned into the parking lot, edging into the end beside a sweet looking ride with red flames painted over it.

  The smell of cigarette smoke completely overrode the smell of her coffee and sweat as she stepped inside, although the town had banned smoking inside years ago. Ava wasn’t surprised to find out that this place was the kind that would disregard that rule.

  The whole place was dimly-lit, the only light from small lamps above the tables and an overhead light at the bar. Several patrons nudged each other and leered at her, but she ignored them as she sat at the bar. The bartender wore a dirty flannel shirt, with an even dirtier apron wrapped around his waist.

  He eyed her in an unfriendly manner. “What you want?”

  Ava didn’t let herself get intimidated by the gruff question. “I’d like—”

  “Les.” A man two stools down slid a glass across the bar. “Get me another.”

  The bartender turned away at once. Ava glared at the man who’d ordered the drink.

  “Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s rude to interrupt people?”

  The man turned his face to her, raising an eyebrow. He was handsome, with dark, thick hair in a mess on his head, blue eyes, a heavy brow, and sharp, high cheekbones that were accented by the light at the bar. The sleeves of his shirt were pushed up to the elbows, revealing sleeve tattoos on both arms.

  He eyed her. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s dangerous for a pretty girl to come to a bar all by her lonesome?”

  “No,” Ava spat back at once and gave him a sugary smile. “She taught me how to rip out men’s throats.”

  Les gave her a look as though she was crazy as he handed the man a new drink. Several of the other patrons snickered, and Ava realized she had an audience. An uncomfortable prickling swept over her arms until the man smiled at her.

  “Relax, everybody. This pretty kitten’s here to stay.”

  There was a tangible relaxation to the air and everybody turned back to what they were doing. The man moved to a closer seat and gestured at the bartender.

  “Anything she wants, Les. On my tab.”

  “I can pay for my own drinks,” Ava snapped. She sucked in a deep breath, struggling to calm herself down. Her panther was all puffed up, hissing, but not in the way that usually foretold danger; it was just annoyed. “Give me whiskey.”

  Les glanced between the two of them and pulled a bottle off the top shelf.

  “Not that stuff, something down there.”<
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  Les chuckled. “Boss says it’s on his tab, it’s on his tab. So top shelf it is.”

  He poured her the shot and she stared at the amber liquid for a moment before taking a deep breath, holding it as she drank the liquor down in one swallow. The burn made her cough, but she waved for Les to refill her glass.

  She could feel the man’s eyes on her, like a caress on her skin. There was something about him that piqued her animal senses, something that she could feel in her core. She shot a look at him.

  “Boss, huh? You own this place?”

  He only grinned at her. “What’s it to you, Kitten? What’s your deal?”

  His voice was rich and smooth—charming, which annoyed her deeply. She didn’t say anything. She sipped her new whiskey, looking over at him. She found that it was hard to take her eyes off of his face, the lines of his jaw and his lips.

  He cocked his head and shrugged. “Ok, don’t talk. There’s only one reason why a sweet little feline like you would come to the armpit of Satan that is Coalfell. So, what is it? Boyfriend found out you’re a shifter and left you?”

  All color drained from her face. “Wh-what?”

  “Don’t play games.” His voice took on a harder edge. “You’re a shifter. I can smell the wild on you. Am I wrong?”

  Her eyes widened as she turned towards him, her heart in her throat. So far Melanie was the only shifter in town she’d met. And back where she used to live… well, it was always drilled into her to hide what she was. Humans wouldn’t understand.

  “You’re one, too?” she whispered.

  The man laughed. “We’re all shifters here. Right boys?”

  Everybody in the bar cheered, lifting their glasses. One woman, a brunette with half her head shaved, rolled her eyes. She didn’t speak, though. Ava felt herself relax further. A whole bar of shifters? No wonder they kept this place so uninviting. They didn’t want humans to stumble in and ruin their fun.

  The man suddenly seized her hand. “Come with me.”

  It wasn’t a request. It was a command. Something spun giddily down Ava’s spine, but she snorted, removed her hand from his, and finished her drink before she stood.

  He didn’t wait another moment. He seized her hand again and pulled her through a side door, into the dirty alley behind the bar. It was cold outside, but the cool breeze felt good on her skin.

  He turned to her, eyes alight. He gestured to a bit of forest she’d been longing to explore since she arrived. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”

  Now that there wasn’t the cigarette smoke messing with her nose, she could smell him. Deep and rich, earthy but clean. Like cinnamon and spice. Such a strange combination for such a huge, intimidating man.

  She swallowed, considering it for a moment. She hadn’t shifted into her panther form in months, and she knew how good it would feel to do it.

  “You know what I think?” she put her hands on her hips. She had always been blessed with a curvy figure, and this outfit clung to her breasts while minimizing her waist. Her panties started getting damp as she thought about what he must intend for her. “I think you’re just trying to get me naked.”

  He grinned at her. “Something wrong with that?”

  He had stripped off his shirt before she could reply. Her mouth instantly became dry as she saw his hard abs. The contours of his chest, the smooth lines of his biceps. His tattoos went all the way to his shoulders. Ava caught the sight of two faces on his pec over his heart before he started to pull off his pants.

  She whirled, determined not to stand there staring like an idiot, and tugged her dress off over her head. Part of her wanted to see if he was checking her out, but she refused to give him that satisfaction. She kicked off her shoes and removed her underwear before shifting.

  Her muscles stretched as she dug her claws into the dirty asphalt. Oh yes. It felt good to be in her panther’s skin again.

  She turned and faced the biggest wolf she had ever seen. He definitely outweighed her in their animal forms and was taller, too. Green eyes peered from grey fur, studying her.

  Ava leaned in to sniff him, unable to stop herself. The spice scent was even stronger now. He sniffed her as well, nuzzling her neck, breathing her in as they studied each other. He nipped at her throat playfully and she lifted her paw, batting at him as excitement coursed through her.

  His tail swung from side to side, and he slapped the ground with his two front paws then bounded into the woods. Ava chased after him, her ears pricked up. Blood rushed through her, heating her even as the night air grew cooler.

  He was larger, but she was faster. When she caught up with him, she jumped on his back, knocking him to the ground. His paws wrapped around her and he suddenly twisted, rolling her to the ground. He leaned down and nuzzled her jaw as she laid on her back. She batted at him again. They wrestled around, biting and teasing each other.

  With a sudden yelp, he was off again. Ava dashed after him, the moon in the sky and the shadows fleeing before their play. Eventually, they both came to a stop in a mossy clearing. The wolf flopped to his side on the ground. Ava admired the way his fur gleamed in the moonlight. Then, she took a few steps toward him, before lowering herself to the ground and curling up next to him.

  For a few moments, they just lay there comfortably, Ava enjoying the warmth of him, the feeling of her body close to his. Hours seemed to pass as they stayed there nuzzling each other, biting and gently playing.

  He flipped her onto her back, his big wolf body slowly morphing back to that well-defined face. With the moon behind him, all she could see was the glitter in his eyes. She heard his panting, though, and before she even knew what she was doing, she had shifted back to her human form beneath him.

  He came to her then, taking her face in his hands before leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips. He held her there, sucking on her lips until she started to respond. Electricity flowed through her at the touch of his mouth. Ava wrapped her arms around his neck, tasting him, the kiss growing hungry and deep within just a few seconds.

  His body pressed against hers and a snarl came from her lips. He chuckled and pulled back.

  “You,” he said against her lips. “You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

  Ava’s breath was ragged, caught in her throat. He kissed her again, his tongue slipping between her lips to tease her own. He brought his mouth to her ear, then, kissing just below it.

  “What does the rest of you taste like?” he asked.

  She moved her thighs to either side of his hips and gave him a wicked grin. “Only one way to find out… Boss.”

  Hunger flared in his eyes and he kissed her again, long and deep, before exploring the rest of her body with his hands and mouth. She was near helpless under his touch, never having felt something so explosive before. The forest disappeared around her until it was just her and him and nothing else.

  When they were both finished and panting, he stretched and sighed. “Ah, yes. I needed that. Thanks, Kitten. Too bad it’s over.”

  She caressed his chest with her lips. “You could come back to my place and—”

  “No. I don’t usually make a habit of sticking around with the women I fuck. Sorry.”

  Fuck. Fuck. Ava felt her words sticking in her throat. They had run in the moonlight, played together, and shared one another’s bodies. She hadn’t felt this free in… well, ever. And he said fuck. The crude way he said it stung and she pulled away from him, especially after how connected she had felt to him in her animal form.

  “What? We fucked, didn’t we?”

  Ava’s nostrils flared. “I don’t know why I’m surprised. I knew that you were a pig from the moment I met you.”

  Something flashed in his eyes. “What are you talking about? You thought I was a pig, and that’s why you let me fuck you?”

  Now he was doing it just to upset her. She snarled, her panther’s claws sharpening. “Well, I hope you enjoyed it. ‘Cause you’re never touching this kitte
n again.”

  “Should have known you’d be one of those women.” The wolf groaned. “You go to a bar like that to get picked up, don’t act like this was some sort of—”

  “Shut up!” she shouted. To her humiliation, tears sprang to her eyes. She sprang to her feet, shifted, and tore off into the forest.

  Chapter Two

  Jackson

  Jackson walked back to his bike where it was parked at the bar, filled with irritation and annoyance at the woman he had just met. He hadn’t gotten her name, but it seemed that he’d gotten to know every part of her, every part that she was willing to show him.

  He heard the merriment coming from the bar but didn’t want to deal with them right now. Not when the panther’s scent was all over him. Why was guilt twisting in his gut? He had made sure she got home safe. It wasn’t like he’d left her running around the forest by herself. There was nothing else he was supposed to do with a casual hookup.

  A sweet little kitten like that wouldn’t be able to handle his life. There was no reason for that hurt look on her face to linger in his mind any longer.

  Yet, when he started his bike, he angled it towards her house, wanting to apologize for being so crude with her at the end. Even if she shouldn’t have expected anything other than a one-time thing. She had awoken his wolf in a way that had never happened before, making it playful. He couldn’t remember the last time he played.

  The light was on in her home and the door was slightly ajar. When he turned off his bike and headed for the door, he caught a sickly-sweet scent. Rotting sugar. A chill ran up his spine and he dashed inside. A muffled scream met his ears, and, with a roar, he launched himself into the room it was coming from.

  The panther crouched on the floor. Beside her stood a man he had never wanted to see again. Astrophel’s eyes glowed as he whipped a hand across the panther’s face. She fell back with a small cry.

  Jackson lunged at Astrophel as he started to bend over the panther, but the vampire threw back his elbow, hitting Jackson’s chest. The wind was knocked out of him and he stumbled back. Astrophel lunged, sinking teeth into the panther’s shoulder.