Hellhounds Page 3

  Well then…guess the Prez and the VP of the Hell Charter both got fully mated within mere minutes of each other. Fucking perfect, if there weren’t screwed up consequences.

  To be honest, I have no damn clue about possible consequences, but it sounds fucking logical. And shit, them being sisters? Half-sisters to be exact, doesn’t matter…both of them being our counterpart, Heaven blood running in their veins. Yeah, consequences might be an understatement. Add the fact that Velma has been promised to someone already might bring trouble in the shape of their father and Kagan coming for a fight.

  “Oh, wow.” Eliana sighs dreamily.

  I follow her gaze and watch how these two people are being consumed by one another. Doesn’t matter that they’re from opposite sides. That right there is passion so hot, there are red and blue flames dancing around them.

  Roars and applause boom through the clubhouse, making the lovebirds pull apart. For an instant I think that they’re gonna tear each other apart again, but no…Velma places her cheek against Os’ chest as he wraps his arms protectively around her.

  “Perfect. I’m happy for you kids and all…but shit…look around you, couldn’t you two have done the mating without tearing this place apart?” I shake my head.

  Os snorts. “Nah, man. Foreplay is half the fun.”

  I’m about to chuckle when Velma steps away from Os with a concerned look on her face. She walks straight up to me, her hand is up in front of her chest clenched into a fist, knuckles white. “The job that you were given when you first met my sister, what did it say?” She can’t keep the panic out of her voice.

  Fuck. She’s right. This is too much of a coincidence. “It was a normal one where I was given a choice.” I wrap my arm around Eliana before I add the rest. “I could determine what soul would come with me.”

  I feel Eliana stiffen in my arms, dammit. My lips touch the top of her head in an effort to reassure her. “One whiff and I knew you were mine, gorgeous, no fucking doubt whatsoever.”

  “Don’t you think it’s weird? How can the two of us get mated with you guys? It doesn’t add up. Aren’t we breaking laws or something?” Velma gasps. “Our father will retaliate, his VP will want blood, for sure.”

  “Retaliate? VP? Is he part of a Charter?” Os quips, beating me to ask the same thing.

  Velma bites her lip, as if she’s preventing herself from saying something.

  I feel a palm connect with my cheek making my gaze go down to connect with my mate and Old Lady. “Our father is Dedrick Megalos, President of Death by Reaper MC, Heaven Charter.”

  “This is fucked up,” Os seethes. “Not to mention I have the distinct feeling that someone higher up the fucking food chain is yanking said chain, you know this, right? I mean, come the fuck on...a princess, or fuck...two? Even if she’s only half.”

  “No offense,” he throws at Eliana before he finishes his rant. “Shit man, this is bad.”

  “Great,” Velma snaps. “Come on, sis, let’s make this easy. We’ll leave and...”

  “And what, princess? And you’d better fucking think very long and hard before answering that question, because if it concerns returning to that fucker who sold you to some guy to be wed...wait, what did your father get in return for you? Twenty camels? What kind of bullshit deal did he make?” Os is leaning down into Velma’s personal space.

  Velma puts her fists on her hips. “It’s a written rule for them. If the President has a daughter, it’s natural she’s reserved for the Vice President to be his for the taking.”

  Os taps his VP patch. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m wearing this then, huh?”

  Velma gives Os a face-palm. “Wrong Charter, doofus.” But she’s got the brightest of smiles.

  “Inform everyone there’s a meeting at nine tomorrow morning. We’ve got to get ahead of this.” Os walks off to inform Zikmund, so he can get the word around. I turn my attention to Velma. “Did you have anything planned tonight? Will you be missed, would they check or know something is up because you’re not...”

  She cuts me off by holding her hand up and shaking her head. “I always lock myself in my room and I only leave when I’m assigned to a job. I was assigned, but it was an easy guidance. They won’t expect me back and would probably only miss me if I don’t check in by next week.”

  “Good. That buys us some time.” I look down at my Old Lady. “What about you, gorgeous?”

  She gives me a tiny smile. “I need to be back at work tomorrow at eight. If I’m not there, I’ll lose it.”

  “Your father doesn’t check up on you?” Fuck her job, she doesn’t need a human job anymore, she’s mine now. I’ll handle that part next because right now I need to know about her relationship with her father.

  “He doesn’t care about me. See, my mother tricked him, wanted him all to herself because she knew he didn’t have a wife. She made holes in the condom so she’d get pregnant, to tie him to her. When he found out, he bailed. He showed up once about seven years ago, to make sure for a second time he didn’t want anything to do with me. Velma only found out he had another kid a little over a year ago when he was drunk and rambling in his sleep. She did some digging and ended up standing on my porch. We talked all night and we’ve been best friends ever since.”

  Velma rubs Eliana’s upper arm compassionately. “My father met my mother, his true mate, shortly after Eliana was conceived. Well, that’s what I realized when I found out about Eliana.”

  “That’s all kinds of messed up right there. Something we will discuss some more later on. Now,” I tilt my head and try to keep the anger out of my voice when I say, “The job is the same one that almost got you killed before we interfered earlier tonight?”

  She seems to understand my concern when she doesn’t answer but nods as a response to my question.

  “Good. That’s settled then,” I state.

  “You sure?” Os questions, coming back into the conversation after talking to Zikmund.

  I give my VP a tight nod. “Our Old Ladies are good for the next few days without raising flags. That gives us enough time to prepare.”

  Os grunts.

  “Prepare for what?” Both woman ask in sync.

  “War,” Os and I snap simultaneously.

  Chapter Four

  ***Eliana***

  It takes a full two hours to clean up the mess Velma and Os created in the main room of the clubhouse. I can’t believe my sister and the VP managed to go full Armageddon in here. While ending up mated to each other I might add. I also have to say that during these two hours of making our hands busy, those two have been throwing heated glances back and forth. Yes, I noticed when I didn’t have my eyes on my own man.

  Shit. My own man...talk about being nervous. We’re minutes away from having sex for the first time. Well, for me it’s the first time ever. By the looks of him, and by the way he lit up my whole body with a mere touch, I know he’s more experienced. That makes me way more nervous than I already am.

  Delicate fingers wrap around my wrist and I hear my sister’s voice. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll get through this. We’re together now, right? Something our father never allowed.”

  I must have had a panicked look on my face, although for different reasons than she assumed. But she’s right, our father wanted nothing to do with me. When Velma found out about me, our dad ordered her to stay away from me. Luckily, she went behind his back to check me out for herself, seeing no harm in getting to know me. Guess we found a way around staying in contact behind his back. No more hiding necessary, life has taken a turn for the both of us.

  I throw my arms around her and hug her close. “Funny how things work out, right?”

  “Yeah.” Velma sighs. “Insane actually. I mean, these guys being from the Hell Charter? I have never met any of those. Somehow I would picture them…I don’t know…vicious? You know what I mean, and yet they are even friendlier than the Heaven Charter. Weirdly enough it feels right to be here.”

  I pull back
and connect my gaze with hers. “You’re okay with being forced into mating with Os?”

  Velma snorts. “Forced? Who says I was forced? I could have kicked his ass and avoided both his actions in a blink of an eye. But I couldn’t deny this burning feeling inside me, my body letting me know that we belonged together. Then his fierce reaction when he heard about Kagan? No one ever stood up for me, or cared enough to do something like he did. His actions? No doubt they will rain down a shitload of trouble upon him and to those around him.”

  “I know,” I whisper. “When I saw Alastair the first time at the station, I knew he was it for me. Even when he shifted into a Hellhound with two heads and black fur with a mist of red flames. He was so different than the serene white beauty of the Heaven’s variation of Hellhounds, Guardians, whatever, the one you look like. And yet I didn’t experience any fear, only comfort and knowing deep down he wouldn’t hurt me.”

  “I wonder how this will affect my duties.” Velma’s eyebrows point down before they go up again. “And seriously...The Orderly hands out our jobs, that’s the way they keep order and balance. Could this be a setup? It sure feels that way…or did they use a back door to make our mating possible, or did we? No one can force a mating from what I know, or even predict, or link mates…I think. So they just, what? Allowed it? They knew these guys were our true mates and didn’t interfere or keep us apart. Instead it feels like they put us together and let it happen. It doesn’t make any sense.”

  The Orderly that hands out their jobs? What is she talking about? She might have explained some of the non-human things I had no idea ever existed, but this? I don’t have a clue.

  “That’s something the two of you don’t have to worry about alone,” Alastair tells us as he pulls me against his body. “You two are now Old Ladies that belong to this MC and might not be present at Church tomorrow morning for a meeting, or any meeting that will be held there, but that doesn’t mean you two won’t be involved in club business.”

  “Yo, Prez. How about we make one exception for these two concerning tomorrow and Church? I mean, it could be a good idea, and it might be vital to get their input. Especially from my Old Lady,” Os states.

  A smile spreads across my face when I look at my sister. You can clearly see how much Os affects her with merely his words. With what he just said? It shows that he values her input, not in a way where he wants to use her. No. It’s more like a show of respect. Or at least that’s the impression I’m getting, and by the looks of it…Velma relishes in it.

  “You’re right, VP. Okay. Seeing we’re done cleaning up the mess you two made, and with the early meeting set, it’s time to turn in.” The moment I hear Alastair’s words, I freeze up.

  It’s clear what’s going to happen now. Sex. Me, him, alone in his room...will I be any good? Will it be good? Oh, shit...I probably should have prepared or something. It’s not like my collection of romance books counts as research, right? Those book boyfriends are a fantasy no guy can live up to.

  The first book that got me hooked into reading was all fluffy and sweet, with a hint of an erotic scene. Then years later I read an erotic book by accident, well…maybe not so much as an accident because it was a BDSM book I was curious about. Besides…books don’t even count as theory, let alone practice. But still…a fantasy, that’s hard to live up to, right?

  Except maybe this guy can. Being all muscular, massive, rough bearded, spiked hair standing to attention, and fire in his eyes. Shit. He’s looking at me while flames are literally licking his eyes.

  “Sweetheart. I wish I could give you more time, but it takes every inch of strength I possess to keep my Hellhound locked inside. It wants out to claim what’s ours,” Alastair croaks.

  “What he said,” Os barks before he throws Velma over his shoulder and walks off toward the hallway.

  Alistair takes my head in his hands and feathers his lips against mine. He’s about to tell me something when there’s a voice booming through the clubhouse. “Yo, Prez. Zikmund and Lajos are arm wrestling again.”

  Alastair curses before he tells me, “I need to handle this. The last time these two invoked a show of strength, they almost burned down the whole damn clubhouse. Both of them are competitive as fuck. Listen...is it okay if I ask you to head on over to my room? You can take a shower if you like, there are towels right next to the sink.”

  I give him a comforting smile. “I would love that. But you’d better hurry back to me,” I demand in a firm voice, making his lips twitch before he nods and walks off.

  I’m actually glad he needs to separate two guys from getting into trouble. This gives me some time to prepare. Although, like I mentioned before, I don’t even know how to prepare. But a nice relaxing hot shower sure offers a slight confidence boost.

  Even more when I step inside the bathroom and find a huge shower head. The water is indeed hot and perfect, so I take my time before I towel off. When I step into the room, there’s still no sign of Alastair. There’s slight worry slipping into my thoughts but I’m sure it takes more than a few minutes to drag two Hellhounds apart who are both competitive and are in the middle of an arm wrestling contest.

  Meanwhile the bed is calling me. I feel drained after this eventful night and I finished a twelve hour shift before that. The hot shower made me sleepy so it doesn’t take long before sleep catches me.

  I groan in contentment when I slowly awake. I’m warm. My apartment is always cold. I have three blankets to keep me warm and I’ve never awoken so freaking comfortable. And yet...I feel like someone is watching me. Squinting with one eye closed, I indeed find Alastair staring at me.

  “You do know that’s kinda creepy, stalkerish behavior, right?” I mutter before I bury my head into my pillow, to either catch some more sleep, or to hide from his stare. I need to wake up some more to care enough to make a choice.

  Alastair chuckles. “I’ve never had the pleasure of waking up next to a woman, gorgeous. And to wake up right next to my mate? It’s close to utter perfection and I’ll damn sure embrace every second of it.”

  “Never? I find it very hard to believe you’ve never actually slept with a woman.” I’m still muttering and I’m glad it comes out somewhat clear because my head is still buried in the pillow.

  His voice is suddenly very close to my ear, his breath is scorching my skin. “Better believe it, Eliana. First off, I won’t ever lie to you, second...fucking? Getting off was more of an in between thing, a stress release. Nothing more, nothing less. I’ve never cared enough to take a woman to bed. You, on the other hand, are the center of my world and therefore my most precious possession...”

  I can’t believe he just said that…I believe his words, but his last sentence? Filled with shock, I raise my head and push against his shoulder. “I am not a possession.”

  The damn man chuckles. “Oh, believe me, my dick will be taking possession of that sweet pussy, in five, four, three…”

  I squeal in laughter as he jumps on top of me and buries his face into my neck. There are no more words coming from him, only carnal growls. There’s no fear rushing through my veins, only full-blown lust.

  I went to bed last night without any clothes on. Well, duh, I didn’t have any clean clothes with me, and with his bed looking all crispy clean, I couldn’t resist sliding in between the sheets naked. By the feel of his body draping over me, the hardness pressing against my ass cheeks, he’s most definitely naked too.

  Alastair releases another growl as he grips my hips and hoists me up so I have no other choice but to land on my knees and elbows. His front is plastered over my back, I can feel his chest heaving, his heat surrounding me. One of his hands sneaks between my legs as he starts to draw slow circles against my clit. It’s like he’s drawing heat instead of circles, demanding fire to ignite inside of me.

  It doesn’t take long for slow tingles to flow into sparks where it explodes into a pleasure bomb. One I’m not prepared for. I lose balance and scream his name due to the intensity o
f sensual gratification.

  Another growl rips from his chest as he yet again hoists me up. This time I feel his fingers slide through my folds. The wetness he finds there shocks me because I feel him sliding inside me with ease. One finger in, out, two back in. There’s a slight burn as he stretches me while pumping inside, adding another finger.

  He drives me straight up to the point where I was before; swallowed by flames of ecstasy. My eyes roll into the back of my head, again surrendering to what he gives me.

  When I manage to glance behind me, I realize it’s an actual sea of fire that surrounds the both of us. It must be the Hellhound part he was talking about, what he couldn’t hold back. He doesn’t have to, because clearly the fire can’t hurt me. No burns, only the heat of his emotions that allows me to feel treasured and desired. Giving new meaning to the words he voiced earlier…I am his precious possession.

  It is as if we’re fully connected, not only through our blood bond that sealed us as mates. That is until I feel the tip of his dick nudging at my entrance. One hard stroke and there is no denying it…I was wrong before...this is the moment we’re fully connected.

  Chapter Five

  ***Alastair***

  Flames. I have no grip on them anymore, they are dancing from my body, an indication that the Hellhound in me is right beneath the surface. Although they won’t be able to set fire to material objects, not unless I want them to. Other people can’t touch me in this state or they will be burned. Eliana on the other hand…she’s my true mate, no denying that because the fire isn’t hurting her. She’s immune to the heat because she’s a part of me.

  I’m still lodged deep and frozen in place when I’m pulled out of my thoughts. I had to enter her in one hard stroke because it would have hurt either way. She’s most definitely a virgin, well...my dick just made an end to that title, that’s for damn sure. The tightness I’m wrapped in is near strangulation quality and so fucking good. Eliana starts to relax underneath me. That’s my cue to slowly start to guide my hips back and forth.