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“Nica? What’s wrong?”
Thor’s heart almost hammered right outside of his body when he saw Nica run across the lot behind the bar. He raced after her, calling her name, only to startle her into screaming.
Fuck. He should have been more careful, but his Wolf was riding him hard. He needed to make sure she was all right.
“Nica? Talk to me, angel. Are you hurt?”
“Thor,” she said his name, clinging to him once she recognized him.
Thank fuck. He’d never felt this level of concern for another person, and it was downright scary. Hugging her close after he assessed her condition, Thor exhaled the breath he’d been holding.
“What happened, angel? Talk to me.”
He kissed her temple before drawing back to look at her face. She was pale and shaken, and his beast reared up, ready to attack whatever had threatened his sweet mate.
“There was a feather tied to a rose on the porch. It was Jack, I know it was Jack. He used to leave that sort of thing for me back when he was courting me. Only this time, the rose was black. It was black,” she murmured, and her voice was thick with tears.
“Sonofabitch came on Pack lands,” he growled, incensed beyond measure.
“It’s worse than that, Thor. A black rose is bad,” she whispered, shaking her head.
“What does that mean? It was black, so what?”
“Crows only leave black roses for the dead, Thor. This was a warning. He wants me dead.”
Motherfucker.
“Shhh. You’re okay. I got you, angel. You’re safe,” Thor reassured her, kissing her head and holding her close.
Nica was scared, that much was obvious. But there was something else beneath her fear, and Thor was almost afraid to ask. Was she mourning the loss of Jack? Did she want the man to court her sweetly? Did she want him instead of Thor? Even after everything he’d done.
Fuck. His emotions were all over the place, and he didn’t have any fucking clue how to calm them. He knew better than to think about such things. Nica was his. There was no denying how explosive they were together in bed. Her body sure as fuck knew who it belonged to, and yes, she’d even said so. But why did this have to be so hard?
“Angel, if you wanna take off work tonight, just tell me and I’ll let Derrick know—”
“What? No. I don’t want that. I think working might help me take my mind off this stuff,” she said and nodded her head.
Pride infused him and he grinned at her, so strong and brave. Did she even know it? Could she even see the changes in her already? She wasn’t meek anymore. Not scared or battered. Nica was growing into her confidence, and it was sexy as fuck.
Her soft curls felt nice under his hand, and he tried his best not to get her all mussed. It was super fucking hard, kind of like his cock, which was crazy and thoughtless cause in that moment she needed tenderness, not a rutting animal. He wanted to be the one to give her everything she needed.
“I just need you, Thor. Only you,” she murmured, tilting her head up and kissing him with impossibly soft lips.
Had he spoken aloud? Thor didn’t think so, but he wasn’t worrying about it since Nica was still kissing him, giving him everything he ever wanted and more. He really should stop since he could hear folks pulling up, getting ready for a night on the town. Serious Moonlight was the talk of the town, and every weekend they were jampacked with people, supes and normals alike.
Sheila had introduced these “theme nights” to interest newcomers who might think Serious Moonlight was just a place for brawling bastard MCs, and so far, it was working. Of course, a lot of her themes had to do with scantily clad women showing off their assets and bringing in the crowds, though to be fair, some of the guys got in on it, too.
In fact, he was pretty damn sure he’d seen Weylin saunter off to the bar in nothing but a Speedo and a pair of motorcycle boots. Sheila knew better than to ask Thor to participate. He’d rather die than be caught dead, tending bar in a pair of skintight underwear—wait a second.
“Did you buy this today?” he asked, fingering the strap of the teeny tiny bikini top he was only just noticing.
Nica blushed prettily, easing out of his embrace, and looking down as if she was unsure of herself. Fuck no. Thor was having none of that. He never wanted to break his woman down. Not ever.
“Is it all right?” she asked, biting her bottom lip in that way she had, making him wild with desire.
“All right? Angel, you look good enough to eat,” he growled and leaned down to kiss her again, fast, and hard.
The soft purplish material was barely big enough to cover her ample bosoms, and his Demon Wolf snarled at the idea of anyone other than him seeing her in the tantalizing little outfit. But he wrestled with his beast, reminding him she was already claimed with his bite, his and no one else’s. That helped. A little.
“All right, now that’s enough of that. I can’t be bouncing with a boner all night,” he muttered, adjusting his steel dick in his jeans.
“Ha!”
Nica covered her mouth to hide her laugh, but he liked it too much to let her do that. Thor gently pulled her hand away and kissed her giggling lips again. He just couldn’t help himself.
“Ha, nothing, you little minx. You do this to me all damn day,” he confessed.
“I do?”
“Hell yes, angel. You look good enough to eat. And I will, later,” he promised with a wink. “Now, if you get into trouble behind the bar tonight, just call out and I will be there fast as thunder,” he told her, dropping one more kiss on her lips as they eased inside the roadhouse.
“Of course,” she replied, smiling up at him.
Gods, she was pretty. All soft skin, blue eyes, pink lips, and curly dark hair. And she was his. That was the part that really got him. Nica was really his, and he was hers. He felt the truth of that down to his soul.
Mine. Mine. MINE.
But there was still a sense of foreboding plaguing him. An unease that started in the pit of his stomach. It made him want to pick her up, toss her over his shoulder, and hide her away from the whole damn world. She smiled at him again as they walked back to the bar, and he knew he could never do such a thing.
His little Raven deserved to be in the light, and he was going to make sure she had the chance to shine. That was his vow, and he swore it aloud in the old language once she was tucked away safely behind the bar with a half-naked Weylin on one side and Cole sporting a cut off wetsuit on the other.
“What in the fuck are you wearing?” he asked the long-haired Dire-Wolf, not even bothering to check Weylin’s sanity.
“Sheila said I had to take part in tonight’s theme, or else she was gonna slash my tires,” Cole grunted.
“Damn, that’s cold,” Thor replied, knowing the she-Wolf meant business if she was threatening to maim a man’s bike.
“You still aren’t in compliance,” Weylin added, butting in as usual.
“Who asked you, Mr. Banana Hammock?” Cole said, wincing at the bright yellow Speedo Weylin was wearing.
“First off, this is not a banana hammock. That term refers to a thong, which, as you can see, I am not wearing. My buttocks are perfectly covered,” Weylin replied, spinning around like a fucking ballerina to show his covered assets.
“Ohmyfuckingods,” Cole growled, but Weylin continued unabashed.
“Second, this is a certified Speedo, name brand, and my lady love bought me this for our trip to Hawaii we are taking next month in honor of our mating. Now, don’t you all be jealous cause you can’t fill this bad boy out like I can,” the redhead added, waggling his eyebrows for effect.
“You wanna hit him, or should I?” Cole asked.
The dour-faced Dire Wolf Shifter had leaned back against the bar nonchalantly. With his arms crossed over his chest but Thor knew he was 100% serious in his question.
“Nah. We can get him later,” Thor told him with a sharp nod.
“Okay. Then we’ll have a couple of beers.”
“Sounds good.”
“Hey, is that nice? Is that fair? You guys wanna bond over beers and beating me up? What kind of Pack are you?” Weylin asked, running after Cole.
Thor just shook his head and walked back to his post near the front door, grateful as fuck Sheila did not bother to threaten or demand he follow any of her nutty rules about themes. His eyes found Nica adding longnecks to one of the coolers behind the bar, and the Demon Wolf inside him rumbled at the sight of her.
Now, she looked good for tonight’s bikini theme in all that curve-hugging denim and the pretty little bikini top she had on. The other females had on similar ones in different colors, and he guessed they all did some shopping after their spa day. Good for them, he mused with a wide grin.
Now, Weylin, on the other hand, looked like a nut job in his lemon yellow Speedo. Come to think of it, so did Cole in his giant wetsuit onesie, even if he cut off the sleeves and the pants at the knees. It would be a cold day in hell before Thor would be caught in either outfit. He was perfectly comfortable in his usual jeans and black t-shirt, fuck you very much.
Thor’s heart almost hammered right outside of his body when he saw Nica run across the lot behind the bar. He raced after her, calling her name, only to startle her into screaming.
Fuck. He should have been more careful, but his Wolf was riding him hard. He needed to make sure she was all right.
“Nica? Talk to me, angel. Are you hurt?”
“Thor,” she said his name, clinging to him once she recognized him.
Thank fuck. He’d never felt this level of concern for another person, and it was downright scary. Hugging her close after he assessed her condition, Thor exhaled the breath he’d been holding.
“What happened, angel? Talk to me.”
He kissed her temple before drawing back to look at her face. She was pale and shaken, and his beast reared up, ready to attack whatever had threatened his sweet mate.
“There was a feather tied to a rose on the porch. It was Jack, I know it was Jack. He used to leave that sort of thing for me back when he was courting me. Only this time, the rose was black. It was black,” she murmured, and her voice was thick with tears.
“Sonofabitch came on Pack lands,” he growled, incensed beyond measure.
“It’s worse than that, Thor. A black rose is bad,” she whispered, shaking her head.
“What does that mean? It was black, so what?”
“Crows only leave black roses for the dead, Thor. This was a warning. He wants me dead.”
Motherfucker.
“Shhh. You’re okay. I got you, angel. You’re safe,” Thor reassured her, kissing her head and holding her close.
Nica was scared, that much was obvious. But there was something else beneath her fear, and Thor was almost afraid to ask. Was she mourning the loss of Jack? Did she want the man to court her sweetly? Did she want him instead of Thor? Even after everything he’d done.
Fuck. His emotions were all over the place, and he didn’t have any fucking clue how to calm them. He knew better than to think about such things. Nica was his. There was no denying how explosive they were together in bed. Her body sure as fuck knew who it belonged to, and yes, she’d even said so. But why did this have to be so hard?
“Angel, if you wanna take off work tonight, just tell me and I’ll let Derrick know—”
“What? No. I don’t want that. I think working might help me take my mind off this stuff,” she said and nodded her head.
Pride infused him and he grinned at her, so strong and brave. Did she even know it? Could she even see the changes in her already? She wasn’t meek anymore. Not scared or battered. Nica was growing into her confidence, and it was sexy as fuck.
Her soft curls felt nice under his hand, and he tried his best not to get her all mussed. It was super fucking hard, kind of like his cock, which was crazy and thoughtless cause in that moment she needed tenderness, not a rutting animal. He wanted to be the one to give her everything she needed.
“I just need you, Thor. Only you,” she murmured, tilting her head up and kissing him with impossibly soft lips.
Had he spoken aloud? Thor didn’t think so, but he wasn’t worrying about it since Nica was still kissing him, giving him everything he ever wanted and more. He really should stop since he could hear folks pulling up, getting ready for a night on the town. Serious Moonlight was the talk of the town, and every weekend they were jampacked with people, supes and normals alike.
Sheila had introduced these “theme nights” to interest newcomers who might think Serious Moonlight was just a place for brawling bastard MCs, and so far, it was working. Of course, a lot of her themes had to do with scantily clad women showing off their assets and bringing in the crowds, though to be fair, some of the guys got in on it, too.
In fact, he was pretty damn sure he’d seen Weylin saunter off to the bar in nothing but a Speedo and a pair of motorcycle boots. Sheila knew better than to ask Thor to participate. He’d rather die than be caught dead, tending bar in a pair of skintight underwear—wait a second.
“Did you buy this today?” he asked, fingering the strap of the teeny tiny bikini top he was only just noticing.
Nica blushed prettily, easing out of his embrace, and looking down as if she was unsure of herself. Fuck no. Thor was having none of that. He never wanted to break his woman down. Not ever.
“Is it all right?” she asked, biting her bottom lip in that way she had, making him wild with desire.
“All right? Angel, you look good enough to eat,” he growled and leaned down to kiss her again, fast, and hard.
The soft purplish material was barely big enough to cover her ample bosoms, and his Demon Wolf snarled at the idea of anyone other than him seeing her in the tantalizing little outfit. But he wrestled with his beast, reminding him she was already claimed with his bite, his and no one else’s. That helped. A little.
“All right, now that’s enough of that. I can’t be bouncing with a boner all night,” he muttered, adjusting his steel dick in his jeans.
“Ha!”
Nica covered her mouth to hide her laugh, but he liked it too much to let her do that. Thor gently pulled her hand away and kissed her giggling lips again. He just couldn’t help himself.
“Ha, nothing, you little minx. You do this to me all damn day,” he confessed.
“I do?”
“Hell yes, angel. You look good enough to eat. And I will, later,” he promised with a wink. “Now, if you get into trouble behind the bar tonight, just call out and I will be there fast as thunder,” he told her, dropping one more kiss on her lips as they eased inside the roadhouse.
“Of course,” she replied, smiling up at him.
Gods, she was pretty. All soft skin, blue eyes, pink lips, and curly dark hair. And she was his. That was the part that really got him. Nica was really his, and he was hers. He felt the truth of that down to his soul.
Mine. Mine. MINE.
But there was still a sense of foreboding plaguing him. An unease that started in the pit of his stomach. It made him want to pick her up, toss her over his shoulder, and hide her away from the whole damn world. She smiled at him again as they walked back to the bar, and he knew he could never do such a thing.
His little Raven deserved to be in the light, and he was going to make sure she had the chance to shine. That was his vow, and he swore it aloud in the old language once she was tucked away safely behind the bar with a half-naked Weylin on one side and Cole sporting a cut off wetsuit on the other.
“What in the fuck are you wearing?” he asked the long-haired Dire-Wolf, not even bothering to check Weylin’s sanity.
“Sheila said I had to take part in tonight’s theme, or else she was gonna slash my tires,” Cole grunted.
“Damn, that’s cold,” Thor replied, knowing the she-Wolf meant business if she was threatening to maim a man’s bike.
“You still aren’t in compliance,” Weylin added, butting in as usual.
“Who asked you, Mr. Banana Hammock?” Cole said, wincing at the bright yellow Speedo Weylin was wearing.
“First off, this is not a banana hammock. That term refers to a thong, which, as you can see, I am not wearing. My buttocks are perfectly covered,” Weylin replied, spinning around like a fucking ballerina to show his covered assets.
“Ohmyfuckingods,” Cole growled, but Weylin continued unabashed.
“Second, this is a certified Speedo, name brand, and my lady love bought me this for our trip to Hawaii we are taking next month in honor of our mating. Now, don’t you all be jealous cause you can’t fill this bad boy out like I can,” the redhead added, waggling his eyebrows for effect.
“You wanna hit him, or should I?” Cole asked.
The dour-faced Dire Wolf Shifter had leaned back against the bar nonchalantly. With his arms crossed over his chest but Thor knew he was 100% serious in his question.
“Nah. We can get him later,” Thor told him with a sharp nod.
“Okay. Then we’ll have a couple of beers.”
“Sounds good.”
“Hey, is that nice? Is that fair? You guys wanna bond over beers and beating me up? What kind of Pack are you?” Weylin asked, running after Cole.
Thor just shook his head and walked back to his post near the front door, grateful as fuck Sheila did not bother to threaten or demand he follow any of her nutty rules about themes. His eyes found Nica adding longnecks to one of the coolers behind the bar, and the Demon Wolf inside him rumbled at the sight of her.
Now, she looked good for tonight’s bikini theme in all that curve-hugging denim and the pretty little bikini top she had on. The other females had on similar ones in different colors, and he guessed they all did some shopping after their spa day. Good for them, he mused with a wide grin.
Now, Weylin, on the other hand, looked like a nut job in his lemon yellow Speedo. Come to think of it, so did Cole in his giant wetsuit onesie, even if he cut off the sleeves and the pants at the knees. It would be a cold day in hell before Thor would be caught in either outfit. He was perfectly comfortable in his usual jeans and black t-shirt, fuck you very much.
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