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Zeus had informed him about Demon and Zion finding Cat in a dilapidated hunting shed. Apparently Cat had killed two Strong Riders tonight, blinded a third, and had been well on her way to fight Mud with her last dying breath. Wolf couldn’t be more proud of Whirlwind. There wasn’t a better match for his best friend Demon, that’s for sure.
After Zeus banned Mud months ago, he probably saw an opportunity to get back at the club by kidnapping Cat tonight. Thinking about the Strong Riders brought another urgent matter to his attention: he needed to wait on Zeus, Angel and Dragon before they could have Church and discuss a tactical plan of war to take down the Strong Riders.
“The bar is closed for the night. We need everyone clearheaded by morning.”
Wolf stuck out both middle fingers in reply of the booing mob. He hopped off the bar, instantly zooming in on the crowd. The well-known itch creeping inside of him only intensified after that image of sucking Amara’s big titties entered his brain again.
“Molly! Allison!” He yelled before stomping out of the bar and up the stairs. The promise of what was to come made the light blonde and redhead follow him closely.
Wolf left the door to his room open in case others liked to join in on the fun. Wolf always lived by the motto ‘the more the merrier’.
He greeted Molly by slinging his arm around her neck, pulling her in while her dark red hair flowed over his skin. He swallowed the bile away, knowing that it should have been long, flowy and dark as night hair.
In a futile attempt to ignore his longing for of a certain raven-haired beauty, he slipped his hand under Molly’s tight miniskirt.
Molly moaned as he found her slick and ready. “You need a quick relief, Wolf? You know I’m always ready for you.”
Wolf wiped her juices on his jeans and said to the blonde, “On the bed, Allison. You know the drill.”
Like a perfect club whore, Allison hopped on the bed while untying her bikini top. She shimmied out of her cutoffs, showing off her shaved pussy since she never wore panties.
“Climb on top of her mouth, Molly.”
Molly giggled before she did exactly that. Wolf unzipped his jeans and fisted his limp dick.
Seeing the two sweetbutts on top of his bed as Allison feasted on Molly’s puffy cunt left him indifferent. Molly’s loud moans could be heard from a mile away, and his dick didn’t even twitch. He wondered what the hell was wrong with him.
He didn’t need to wait long on his answer.
Wolf startled at the slamming of his bedroom door. “At least close your motherfuckin’ door, asshole!”
His cock instantly hardened underneath his fingers as Amara’s curses echoed through the hallway. All kinds of Greek insults flung against his bedroom door and the more she yelled, the harder his dick grew.
Fuck.
He needed some relief. Now.
He pulled out the first condom from his wallet and got on the bed. This was going to be a long fucking lockdown.
CHAPTER THREE
Amara crept through the hallway, hoping she wouldn’t run into anyone at six in the morning. She hadn’t been able to sleep at all and was done tossing and turning.
Within the first five minutes after her arrival at the clubhouse she faced the bitter truth of Wolf never changing his ways.
The scene of those two skanks putting on a porn show on his bed, while Wolf watched them with his hand in his jeans, shattered her already broken heart into a thousand little pieces.
He’d been flirty with her for the first time in her life, not even two hours before he invited Skank and Skunk into his bedroom.
Amara fisted her long hair before doing it up in a ponytail high up her head. With a packed clubhouse, Demi and Amara were lucky enough to sleep in Turtle’s room since he’d offered to spend the night somewhere else. Chivalry wasn’t dead after all.
Maybe Wolf could get some pointers from Turtle on how to treat a lady. She stomped down the stairs, taking two steps at a time.
In her march through the bar, she’d almost missed Turtle sleeping on one of the couches in the back. She instantly felt bad. The oldest IVMC member should sleep in his own bed—not out here in the open on a filthy couch.
“Princess…” he whispered after opening one eye like a guard dog sleeping with one eye open.
She softly smiled at Turtle who gave her a toothy grin in return.
