Viper (6 page)

She frowned, her hands fisting at her sides. “I didn’t do this for him.”
Asshole.

Viper came down the stairs and stopped in front of her. “Then who did you do it for? Because it sure as hell wasn’t for me. I liked you just fine the way you were.”

“If that were the case, you wouldn’t have been screwing everything in a skirt and ignoring me. You relegate me to the guestroom while you fuck every woman that walks through the clubhouse doors. What was I supposed to think except that you didn’t find me attractive?”

Viper scanned her from head to toe. “So the mouse wants in my bed? Is that it?”

She arched a brow. “I’m not a mouse. I think I’ve recently proven that.”

“Keep pushing and see if you don’t end up stripped and fucked before you have a chance to utter another word.”

Scarlet moved closer, their bodies nearly touching, and then placed her hands on his chest and shoved him, not that he moved so much as an inch. The wolf within came to the fore and peered out through Viper’s eyes. With a soft growl, he reached for her, tossed her over his shoulder, and marched back into the house, slamming the door behind him. She had a rather nice view of his denim-clad ass as he carried her down the hall to his bedroom.

When he dumped her on the bed, she bounced and watched him warily. She’d unleashed the beast within and now she wasn’t sure what to do with him. Viper stripped off his cut, pulled his black tee over his head, and then toed off his boots. As he reached for the button on his jeans, she couldn’t help but lick her lips. The man’s body was a work of art, and not just because of the ink he wore, but because the wolf had more muscle than most.

He dropped his pants and her jaw dropped a little. She’d known he was well-endowed, due to the chatter from the party girls, but she’d never dreamed he’d be so…big. Viper advanced on her, dragging her toward the edge of the mattress, where he swiftly began undressing her. By the time she was naked, she still hadn’t recovered enough to be embarrassed over her body and its imperfections. There were scars from the Red Devils, stretch marks where she’d dropped weight too quickly, and a small butterfly tattoo on her hip that was now bisected with a scar from a knife.

“Mine.” He growled as he crawled across the mattress, caging her.

Scarlet’s heart raced, but she had to agree. She was very much his, for as long as he wanted her. She just hoped it would be for forever.

He reached out and tweaked a nipple, bringing it to a point, before he slanted his mouth over hers. His tongue thrust between her lips as he laid claim to her. Scarlet was only too happy to surrender to the big bad wolf and gave herself to him freely. Need burned inside her and she felt moisture gathering between her legs as her body prepared itself for him.

“Fuck, Scarlet. You deserve a man to take you sweet and slow, but I’ll be damned if I can do it. I’ve wanted you from the moment I brought you home. It’s been agony knowing you’re sleeping in the room next to mine and I was not able to touch you the way I wanted.” He trailed kisses down her neck and bit her shoulder.

“I’m glad you gave me time, Viper, but you don’t have to wait anymore. I’m yours.”

He kissed her again, hungrily, as if he were trying to devour her. Her nails scored his back as she hooked her legs around his waist, opening herself to him. Scarlet could feel his cock brush against her and she wanted to feel him inside of her. If anyone could chase away the nightmares, it would be Viper.

“Want you,” he murmured against her lips. “Need you.”

“Then take me.”

His teeth scraped her collarbone as he eased his cock inside of her. He didn’t bury himself. Viper took his time, easing his way inside one inch at a time, until he finally filled her completely. She felt incredibly full, and oh so right. As Viper began to move, she felt a connection growing between them. Her body tingled and burned while he branded her as his own with every thrust.

“You feel incredible,” he said, teeth clenched as if he were in pain.

“Let go, Viper. You don’t have to hold back. I won’t break.”

She felt the press of claws against her hip as he pulled her tightly against him and then began pounding into her. He took her with a ferocity that stole her breath and made her see stars. The beast was every bit as hungry as the man and she stared into the wolf’s eyes as he claimed her.

Everything tightened and then released inside of her as she climaxed, her nails digging into his shoulders. He took her harder, faster, until she felt him coming inside her. When he was finished, he collapsed on top
of her. Scarlet couldn’t breathe, yet she loved the feel of him pressed against her. Viper rolled to his side and she cuddled against him, not ready for it to be over. He slung an arm around her and pulled her tightly against his side.

“Fuck. Please tell me you’re on birth control.” He glanced down at her. “I got so worked up I didn’t even think about protection. I swear I’m clean, and I’ve never gone bareback before now.”

She chewed on her lower lip. “I’m not on anything, but the doctor, who examined me when you brought me home, gave me a clean bill of health.”

His hand caressed her belly.

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s possible we just created a baby.” Doubtful, but it wasn’t a guarantee it hadn’t happened.

“Fuck.”

She couldn’t have said it better herself.

Chapter Six

Fucking Scarlet hadn’t been his plan when he’d seen her ride up on the other wolf’s Harley, but just the thought of her wanting another man had made him a little crazy. It brought home the reality that while he owned her by M.C. standards, she could always walk away. Oh, he could go after her and bring her back, but why the fuck would he want her here if she didn’t want to stay?

Of course, now that he’d had her, he couldn’t deny that he wanted her in his bed every night. Their coupling had been fast and hard, not at all what he’d imagined when he’d thought of taking her to his bed, but he’d never felt anything better, more right. It only solidified his thought of making her his mate. And now there was the possibility of a baby. He didn’t want to think about becoming a father, but if he claimed a mate, it was only logical that children would follow.

“You look troubled,” Axel said as he claimed the seat next to him at the bar.

“Just thinking.”

Axel arched a brow and motioned to the Prospect for a drink. “I’m hoping your head is in the game and you’re thinking about the human trafficking we discovered this morning. Splinterville is only three towns over, a little too close to home for my taste. We need to do some recon before we go in hot and heavy to nail the bastards.”

“I was thinking about Scarlet,” he admitted.

Axel nodded. “I figured as much. Something has obviously changed between the two of you, so I’m guessing you finally fucked her. However, what I need to know is whether or not you’re going to claim her as more than a possession. Is she your old lady?”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I suggest you ask, or set her free. Then get your fucking head screwed on straight before you get us all killed.”

“Got it.”

Axel bolted the shot of whiskey in front of him. “For the record, we’re all hoping you make her your old lady. Scorch even went so far as to have a cut made for her.” His lips tipped up. “Even says
Property of Viper
across the back.”

“No shit?” His eyebrows rose. He’d known his brothers liked Scarlet, but he hadn’t realized just how much.

“No shit. Now get your head out of your ass and take care of business so we can take care of club business.”

Viper slid off the stool and crossed the room, searching for Scarlet in the crowd. He passed Scorch along the way and Scorch tossed a cut to him. Viper looked at it and realized it was the one the club had made for Scarlet.

“Your woman is in the boardroom. I think she didn’t feel comfortable with the party girls eye-fucking you all night.” Scorch grinned. “Now go claim your woman before someone else decides to do it.”

Viper slapped Scorch on the back and made his way down the hallway to the boardroom. When he pushed open the doors, he saw Scarlet sitting at the table with a margarita in front of her. She took a sip and eyed him over the salted rim of her glass. Viper strolled around the table and pulled out the chair next to her. Easing down into it, he set the cut on the table and claimed one of her hands.

“Why are you hiding in here?” he asked.

She shrugged.

“The women out there making you uncomfortable?” Viper asked.

“I don’t like the way they look at you.”

Viper fought to hide his grin. “Baby, the only woman I want looking at me is you. I have a question for you and it’s a serious one. You up for it?”

She nodded.

He patted the cut on the table. “This was made for a special woman, the woman I can’t get out of my head, the one my wolf wants to claim every time she’s near. It’s a symbol, it shows that the woman in question belongs to me, in every way possible.”

“Lucky woman.” She took a gulp of her drink.

“Scarlet, I don’t do well with words and flowery phrases. I don’t know what the hell love is, but I know I can’t stop thinking about you and that I feel more for you than I’ve ever felt for anyone before. I want you to be my old lady, my mate. I want you in my bed every night for the rest of my life.” He grimaced. “And being part of the M.C., I can’t promise that it’s going to be a long life. I’ll be careful every time I’m out there on club business, but shit happens.”

“I thought you were going to work at the garage, become legal.”

He squeezed her hand. “I am, for the most part, but Preacher has asked me to be part of a special team. A small group of us are going to focus on rescuing women who are in your former situation. In fact, we’re going on a recon mission tonight to scope out a man a few towns over who we’ve heard is selling women into prostitution. I can’t turn my back on that, Scarlet, no matter how much I want to become the man you need me to be.”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “Viper, the fact that you want to save those women tells me you’re already the man I need you to be. Yeah, you’re a little rough around the edges, but you’re loyal to your brothers and you genuinely care what happens to people.”

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

She smiled and nodded. “I’d be proud to your old lady.”

“Hot damn.” He pressed his lips to hers and pulled her into his lap. Fingering the edge of the skirt she had on, he knew exactly how he wanted to celebrate.

Viper stood quickly and helped her put the cut on. She modeled it for him, turning her back to him, and seeing his name plastered there in bold print made him harder than he’d ever been before. He placed his lips against her ear and gently nipped her.

“How attached are you to these panties?” he asked.

“They’re my favorite pair.” She eyed him over her shoulder. “Viper, don’t even think it.”

He grinned unrepentantly. “Too late.”

Before she could protest further, he shoved her skirt up to her waist and tore the silk panties from her. He placed his hand in the center of her back and pushed her down over the table so that her ass was in the air. Viper could see how dewy her lips were and felt a surge of power rush through him from knowing that his woman wanted him as much as he wanted her. Unfastening his pants, he shoved them down, gripped her hips, and thrust into her warm, welcoming heat.

With a groan, he leaned over her and placed a kiss on the back of her neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Then show me. Fuck me, Viper. Make me yours.”

He couldn’t stop the growl that rose in his throat. Viper gripped her hips tighter and felt his fangs descend, as he began fucking her in earnest, each stroke deeper and harder than the last. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room; the scent of sex and extremely turned on woman—
his woman
—filled his nosed. He pounded into her, wanting to brand her as his in every way possible.

Her channel squeezed him tightly as his wolf came to the surface, wanting to enjoy their mate as well. Claws sprouted from his fingertips and he knew he was marking her skin, but it just made him even hotter, knowing that she’d bear his marks for the next few days. Scarlet threw her head back and let out a loud, keening cry as she came, her pussy gushing around his cock.

Unable to hold back a moment longer, Viper let loose a snarl and thrust into her deeply, filling her with his cum. The man cursed his lack of condom for the second time, but the beast was satisfied that their scent would be on their woman. As he pulled out of her, Scarlet tugged her skirt down and turned to face him. Viper zipped up and then pulled her into his arms.

“You’re mine,” he said before brushing his lips against hers.

“Yes. Yours. But the next time those party girls are eyeing you like a prime piece of meat, I intend to show them that
you’re
mine as well.”

A grin split his lips. “Does that mean you’re going to shoot them like you did that Prospect?”

“Tempting.”

His lips smacked against hers again. “I think Preacher just might let you do it, too, as long as you found replacements.”

Scarlet laughed. “Preacher can have all the pussy he wants. You, on the other hand, are now a one-woman man. And if you should ever forget…” She reached out and squeezed his balls. “I’ll be happy to remind you.”

“Damn, baby. I planned to use those again later tonight. Ease up. You have nothing to worry about. You’re the only woman I want, the only woman my wolf wants. You’re my everything.”

“Good.” She kissed him softly. “Now, why don’t you introduce me to the old ladies properly and then take me home and fuck me like you mean it?”

He couldn’t have picked a better woman if he’d tried. Viper grinned the entire way through the clubhouse and over to the old ladies’ table. He grinned through the congratulatory back slaps and shots that were passed around. And he grinned the entire way home. As he fucked his old lady, he kept grinning that Chesire-cat grin…right up until Axel called.

Fuck. The recon mission. Couldn’t a wolf catch a break?