Braxtons wolf howled in approval as the petite woman took down the prospect faster than a hooker spends money, 'MINE' his wolf asserted dominantly and he received no argument from The henchman, Aimee Carter was his, and he would stop at nothing to claim her in the eyes of his kind, vowing to love and protect her always.
But first, he had to seal Aimee's re-entry into the Aces and Eights, his woman would need to equal or beat him, and Brax would give her no quarter.
She would earn her place back into the club and into his heart, one fight at a time.
WILD BILLS POV
Her name had been called out and there was nothing she could do about that now.Of the three names Connor had called, Phoenix was the lowest in blood rank; the second daughter of the Howling Moon packs Gamma family, she was barely a Gamma, her Mom was an even lower ranked Omega working in the kitchens; not that Dad ever treated Mom like anything less than royalty, he made it clear that Demelza Grimmer was his everything, which was the kind of bond Phoenix wanted for herself one day.She was almost twenty-six now and most of her peers had mated and settled down, some even had pups or were proudly expecting, but her job as one of the packs trackers had kept her away most of the time, and she was never in a position
Connor led the young Beta female into his father's study, she appeared confident but not arrogant, and Connor liked that about her.Phoenix Grimmer was a few years older than him, maybe he needed that though after the hash he made of his last relationship, and as she sat down on the couch she looked at him with honest eyes. ¨Tell me a bit more about yourself,¨ he invited softly, and she shot him an almost boyish grin.¨Well, there isn't much to say really, my father is a Beta, my mother's a cook for the dining hall, I have an older sister with a recessive gene, that made her wolf unable to phase, but she has made the best of her situation and holds a high position on the Alphaś council. I am a tracker
Aimee was sweating profusely, despite being dressed in less than what Braxton was wearing in the ring. The Henchman was certainly making her work for her place back in the club.Using his own momentum against him, Aimee rolled with Brax, spinning her body like an alligator causing him to lose balance and overshoot the roll, giving her just enough time to scramble to her feet before he was on her again, opting to throw the knife away and engage in hand to hand combat with his smaller opponent. Aimee tried to hide her smile as he relinquished a serious advantage.It was a mistake as Brax soon learned, Aimee was like a freaking psychotic octopus, grabbing the hair under his arms and ripping them out by the roots, ca
Aimee cautiously opened her eyes, slowly taking in her surroundings. There was the undeniable thump of bass music going on downstairs, so she must still be at Club HQ.The room was clean, and the furniture of good quality; a few expensive-looking pieces of art hung on the walls, and as Aimee sat up slowly, she noticed that there were some personal effects lying around, boots by the door, a coffee cup resting on the small table in the corner, just little things really, but enough to let her know she was in someone's personal space, and not one of the spare rooms like she'd assumed.Aimee was lying on a large bed, with a matching pillow and duvet cover set, and smelling like fresh linen-well that narrowed it down a
CONNORBefore he realized what was happening, Connor's erect cock was free, and Arial was sinking her sweet pussy down on him. There was a brief whimper of pain from the she-wolf as her virginity was taken, but she handled it like a pro, grinding her hips in a figure 8 as she rode him for all he was worth.If he was going to choose anyone as a Luna, it would have been Arial anyway, so forcing himself to relax and closing off any intrusive thoughts, Connor grabbed her by her hips pulling her closer to him as he thrust up like a piston.It turned out that Arial was quite the screamer, moaning lustfully as he sunk deep into
Aimee resisted the urge to snarl at the window, her wolf was already uneasy. As soon as they hit the town, Connor's scent was everywhere raising old ghosts and tearing painful wounds wide open. And Athena really wasn't a fan.'Why should I be a fan of that sad excuse of an Alpha?" She grumbled at Aimee, ' He wasn't the one that held your hand on your wedding day or helped to bury your sister, I'm team Brax all the way sugar.' Athena sassed and Aimee grinned as she thought about her gorgeous husband,hell yeahshe was team Brax all the way too. Speak of the devil, muscular arms encircled her waist, and before Aimee knew it, the henchman was nuzzling at his mate claim on her neck, completely uncaring that they were in a public place.Turning away from the window, Aimee returned Braxton's affection with equal fervor, pushing her body tightly against his, as she captured his mouth with her lips, and showed him just how much she loved him. Growling with p
Hendrick opened the door to his hotel room, smiling as Arial sauntered in. She was dressed from head to toe in a trench coat, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what she wanted. He wasted no time pushing her onto the bed, causing the trenchcoat to splay wide open, and sure enough, the horny she-wolf was naked underneath it. With a speed that shocked her, Hendrick hoisted her legs over his shoulders, diving deeply into her freshly shaven pussy with his wicked tongue, and Arial squealed as he tugged on her clit with his teeth, "Fuck Hendrick! Don't make me come too fast!" she ordered. He chuckled as he ate her out with fierce determination. Arial may be the Alpha's mate, but she would always be his dirty little fuck buddy, Arial was a sex addict, and it was an itch he was only too happy to help her scratch any time she needed it.Ariel's moans reached fever pitch as she thrust her pussy into his face, and Hendrick's erection was so hard it hurt, confined to his jeans, bu
A knockout blonde stormed into the room, her wolf already on edge, as she simultaneously sized Aimee up and shot Connor down with a withering look. To see someone else as pissed off as he was, had the strange effect of calming Braxtons beast, and he stopped struggling. This had to be Arial Salvatore.Seeing that Braxton had his beast back under control, his club brothers unhanded him. Brax shot Ian an apologetic look, noticing that the club treasurer was sporting a split lip and his eyes were staring a little wonky. Ian or Ratchet, as they liked to call him, flipped Braxton the bird in response. Wild Bill sat, calmly smoking his cigar through all the commotion, and watched the drama unfold. The only thing he was missing was popcorn."What fuckery is this, Connor? Why are gang memberspolluting your office?" Arial screeched as she gestured wildly around the room; unfortunately, her trenchcoat gaped wide open in her fury, but she was so invested in her tira