Van Helsing Rising - Helen Scott Page 0,45
hanging open in surprise, and I toss her over my shoulder and carry her toward the door.
The cashier has a shotgun lying on the counter. I nod at him and walk past. He’s almost green, and his hand keeps reaching toward, then drawing back from, the shotgun.
Dani slams her hands against my back. “Put me down right this minute.”
When I step out the door, Striker is there in an instant, frowning. “What’s the problem?”
“The guys in there thought she was going to leave with them.”
To my surprise, anger flashes over Stiker’s face. “I’ll take care of it.”
I’m not sure how exactly he feels about Dani, other than that he wouldn’t mind fucking her, but I do know how he feels about anyone disrespecting our club. There is a reason we are so feared, and the guys inside are about to find out why.
As is Dani.
Climbing onto my bike, I pull her off my shoulder and into my lap. Her mouth opens in protest, and I lean down and capture her lips in a crushing kiss. I don’t hold back. I channel my anger and frustration into our touch, and dig one of my hands into the back of her hair. She whimpers, and I grab her breasts and start to pluck her hard nipples through her shirt while she wiggles in front of me.
This was supposed to be a lesson to her. I was supposed to be showing her that the Immortal Hunters own her, but my cock aches for her. Any other woman I’d push to her knees and fuck her mouth right in front of the assholes in the shop, watching them to make sure they know that our sweet butts are ours alone, but somehow I can’t bring myself to do that to Dani.
Even if I thought she’d obey me.
I hear a commotion in the gas station. My lips pull from Dani’s, and I slide both my hands under her shirt and cup those perfect breasts of hers. She’s panting, her eyes closed, as I use my thumbs to rub the peaks of her nipples. Inside, Striker is beating the shit out of the little punks. The cashier has his shotgun pointed at Striker, but I know Striker’s not going to get himself hurt.
Leaning down, I suck on Dani’s neck, hard enough to leave marks down her pale throat. She moans my name, and it’s strangely hot to watch my friend at work, while touching this sexy little woman.
The shot gun goes off. Dani jumps in my lap, and my erection is so painful that I actually start to think I could fuck this woman over my bike and still be done before Striker comes out. Instead, my buddy goes to the counter, having avoided the bullet, grabs the gun, and bends it, rendering it useless, before throwing it at the cashier.
He throws open the door as he leaves, and the glass shatters. He walks right over to us.
“Were you encouraging those assholes?”
Her eyes flash open, and she looks torn between being aroused and angry. “Dragon was acting like he owned me.”
Striker leans down. “We do own you.”
She glares, even while I’m working her nipples.
“Say it,” he says, his gaze narrowing.
I stiffen. When Striker gets like this, he means business. There’s nothing he hates more than people questioning the authority of the Immortal Hunters, especially as the VP. If people thought we were weak, then enemies surfaced. More of us died. And life became even more dangerous. The fact that our name is so feared helps us avoid a lot of dangerous things. Dani refusing us like this won’t be tolerated.
“No one owns me,” she says,and I feel a shudder roll through her body.
Striker undoes the button on his jeans and pulls down his zipper.
I feel Dani’s heartbeat pick up pace.
He pulls down his boxers, and his hard dick is just inches from her mouth.
I lay her down over my lap, and as much as Dani glares, she also licks her lips.
“You’re going to suck me off,” Striker says, and there’s an edge to his command.
“But the pain…”
“My power is locked down as tight as can be right now, baby girl. Now just wrap this perfect lips of yours around my cock.”
He moves closer but doesn’t force his dick between her lips. Some of the Immortal Hunters might not mind pushing the lines, but our little group doesn’t cross certain things. I know I can just use my powers on her. I know I can make her