MasukDamian's POVIt had taken every ounce of my humility to make the drive down the dusty road leading toward the edge of town. I did not like coming here, any more than I liked having to grovel at my brother's feet. But it was necessary to do this, as the Alpha of the pack.Up ahead, the gates and tall walls of Lucas's biker clubhouse rose out of the landscape. More like biker shithouse, I thought to myself.I knew coming here was a massive risk. Lucas has always hated my guts, and he probably hates me more now that we both know he's just an illegitimate son, and his men weren't exactly known for their warm hospitality toward anyone who wasn't their boss. But I didn't really have a choice. Everything was falling apart, and if I wanted to save what was left of our family's legacy, I had to swallow my pride.I pulled the car to a stop near the main entrance, turned off the engine, and stepped out onto the gravel. Instantly, half a dozen armed guards stepped out from behind the gates, the
Lucas's POVJax didn't say a word. He tossed his rifle to the side, letting it crash against the floorboards, and stepped out onto the open floor."If you want to die with your hands empty, Lucas, that's fine by me."I descended the rest of the stairs, landing on the cold concrete floor of the lower hall. The rest of the crew backed away, forming a wide circle around us. Nobody dared to draw a gun. The old club rules still meant something to these men, even in the middle of a mutiny.Without another warning, Jax lunged forward. The fight quickly turned into a bloody one as we both drew on our wolf strength. Jax threw a wild punch that caught me across the jaw, snapping my head back. I absorbed the blow, drove my shoulder into his midsection, and slammed him against a thick steel support beam."Is that all you've got, Jax?!" I yelled, driving a brutal short hook into his ribs. "COME ON, YOU TRAITOR!"Jax grunted in pain, his eyes flashing yellow as his claws partially extended. He let
Lucas's POVBOOM!The entire floor under us violently shook. Dust rained down from the ceiling, and the glass windows rattled in their frames."Lucas!" Amelia gasped, instantly sitting up in bed, her eyes wide with shock. "What was that?!"I had no idea what it could be either. But I threw the blankets aside and began pulling my pants on and grabbing my shirt in a fraction of a second. "Stay behind me!"Loud gunfire and shouting instantly erupted from the lower level. Boots were pounding up the wooden stairs leading directly to my private hallway."It sounds like we're under attack," I informed Amelia.She gasped in horror. "Attack? By whom? Is Ronan here with his men?""Just stay here!" I reached under the pillow, pulling out my sidearm, and stepped in front of Amelia just as my bedroom door was kicked violently off its hinges. The wood splintered with a loud crack, swinging open to reveal Jax standing in the hallway, holding an assault rifle. Behind him were half a dozen armed men.
Amelia's POV I whimpered, thrilled beyond belief with the images of what he wanted to do with me, to me, but so desperate to have that massive ridge of male heat inside me I thought I might die.Wanting to at least feel him in my hand, to see if I could even close it around him, I stepped closer and reached for his elastic waistband. I tugged it down, letting the back of my fingers brush against the smooth, warm skin, silky soft yet hard, and drew in a satisfied breath when he quivered in reaction.“I’d say we both have a lot to do,” I whispered.Oh, such a lot. So fucking much.I took as much as I could of him into my palm and stroked, hearing him hiss out a low, controlled breath. If I had my way, he wouldn’t maintain that control for long. “Wait…” “You’re the one who wanted to do lots of other things.” I joked.“Yeah, I wanted to do them to you.” “Fair’s fair,” I insisted as I slowly stroked him, letting his body’s moisture dampen my palm, making each stroke more slick and easy
Amelia's POVThat was all he seemed to have been waiting for. Lucas slid his hands into her hair and cupped my head, pulling me toward him so he could claim my mouth. His lips tasted metallic and sharp, the taste of undiluted whiskey. Had he been drinking? I thought, but his sobriety was the last thing on my mind as I deepened the kiss, taking his tongue into my mouth. His tongue played around with mine, and I almost lost it.I wrapped my arms around his neck as he leaned down and grabbed my buttocks, pulling me even closer. I could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against my groin.He was hard for me.I sucked in a breath through my nose and grabbed his shirt to balance myself, ending the kiss. “God, I want you,” he muttered, then he went back to tasting every corner of my mouth.We didn’t say it, didn’t speak it. I merely reached for his shirt and tugged it free from his pants, then slipped my hands against his bare stomach. He hissed against my mouth, not because we were
Lucas's POVOnce the surviving members of Ronan’s squad finally scattered and retreated back into the foggy tree line, the gunfire died down completely.My men gave a few victorious shouts, but my mind wasn't on the victory. I stepped behind a thick cluster of pine trees, my heart hammering against my ribs as I forced my body to shift back into human form. I pulled my spare pants and shirt from my bike bag, pulling them on with speed. Then I turned around, wiping mud and sweat off my face, and walked back out toward the truck.The moment my eyes landed on Amelia standing right beside the open passenger door, shock and sheer horror hit me like a bucket of ice water. I had seen her when I was in my wolf form, but it suddenly dawned on me that she was actually here. She had followed me into a bloody war zone.Then intense anger filled me, hotter than the shift itself."Are you out of your mind?" I roared, striding toward the truck with furious steps. "Amelia, what the hell were you think







