43. Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Two

Locke

I grabbed my mate's hand and pulled her from the crowd of sweaty bodies. No one paid attention; either they were too busy trying to rub one out on their potential mates or dance partner for the night or wishing for a mate like mine.

I held in a prideful smirk when I pushed back a table to get the fuck out of there and nodded to Hawke, who was palming Delilah's ass. Her nose was buried in the crook of his neck, a baby monitor on his hip, and fuck it looked domestic.

"Where are you taking me?" My mate yelled over the music.

I palmed my raging boner and pulled her to my side, wrapping my arm around her neck and nipping at her ear. "I've got a surprise for you. Another gift."

Emm rolled her eyes and put her hand in my back pocket.

She was getting sick of ‘the gifts'. First, it was all the nesting blankets, pillows, fairy lights and other oddities I thought would make an amazing nest for her. She deserved the best, so I got her a bit of everything. Our new packhouse alpha suit wasn't as large, per her request, but that didn't mean I would not supply it with everything my mate deserved.

I even got her new clothes, weapons and sex toys. She said if I got her anything else, she was going to plug me.

Fat fucking chance.

"I told you no more gifts." She gave my ass a squeeze as we went out the door. The breeze picked up, and her scent surrounded me. It was muted inside the bar with everyone else's scent surrounding us, but now hers was more potent, away from everyone else. That tropical smell wrapped around my cock and my Albert's piercing was covered in my come already.

"Ares' Law allows me. You don't get a say in it, female."

My mate shivered, her tit piercings poked through her thin white top, and I stopped to stare and stroked one with my thumb. "Besides, I think you've enjoyed being covered in gifts."

She looked away and crossed her arms, it made her tits look just as tempting.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

I hummed, delighted. Ares' Law was superior. I couldn't believe the aged law had fizzled out. It has made my mate near compliant, whether she knew it or not.

I pulled her around the back of the bar. Even though we were a pack, now, we were still an MC, too. The Iron Fang MC would always be the disguise of who we are in this town, and where we would always hide. In the short time I have known my mate, bonded or not, I still had yet to take her for a ride on my bike.

Hammer and some of his crew were drinking beers in the back. He jutted his chin in welcome and continued his conversation, as I grabbed my keys and led her down the rows of bikes in the garage.

The air was cool, but with both of our bodies' heat in-sync with one another, I knew we would stay warm.

"Locke, seriously, what are we doing? I thought we were going to go fu—"

I pressed my lips to hers to silence her. "We are, but we won't do it at the bar, yet." That was a promise; I had wicked things to do with her there later. First, I wanted to fuck her elsewhere.

I tossed the helmet off the bike, letting it crash to the concrete, and straddled the bike. She put her hands on her hips and watched the helmet roll away.

"Isn't it safer with a helmet?" she chided.

I turned the key and revved the bike. "We are fucking shifters. We will heal just fine. Besides, you think I'm gonna let something happen to my fucking mate?" I growled at her, pulled her closer to me and bit my teeth into her bottom lip. "Now, get on."

She huffed out in response and when she lifted the leg of her miniskirt, I realized I'd forgotten she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Fuck," I groaned when she flashed me.

"That's what you get."

"Damn tease," I retorted, and threw the throttle on the bike, to shoot out my frustration.

As I revved the throttle too forcefully, my mate's piercing scream filled the air. Her arms instinctively encircled my waist, tightening like a vice. A joyful laugh escaped my lips as she squeezed me around the middle, her touch sending delightful shivers down my spine. The tires screeched relentlessly as we burst out of the garage, the smell of burning rubber intermingling with the exhilaration in the air.

As the tires connected with the smooth, black asphalt, the familiar sensation of wind rushing through my hair flooded back. It was a feeling I had almost forgotten as a human, but now it was exhilarating once again. Grim and I had first discovered motorcycles when we arrived on Earth and saw humans riding these small, powerful engines. They looked dangerous, but that only added to our attraction. We were drawn to the speed and agility these machines offered, knowing that one false move could result in a fatal fall.

That was the allure - the thrill of going fast and pushing ourselves to the limit. There were no safety barriers to protect us, no shapeshifting abilities to heal us from harm. It was a risk we willingly took, relishing in the rush of adrenaline that came with it. Dying while engaging in such a daring activity only added to the excitement - it was like a final ride into the unknown.

Now, we couldn't die, not from a simple crash. Our wolves would heal, and it wasn't like I would let my mate suffer, not when she was on the back of my bike.

I slowed down, now that she wasn't gripping onto me for dear life, and let her feel the wind in her own hair. It was flying around us, wrapping around my head, and I took in her scent.

The bumps in the road, her hands around my waist, my tightened shaft still wasn't going down. It never did, because around her I was always damn hard. I wouldn't be surprised if I went into another rut soon. She drove me so wild.

My shirt rode up my back as the wind tore around us and my mate was becoming brave. "Mm, your skin is so warm," she said through the link.

I shivered, feeling her nails scratch my skin, enough to leave marks on my body.

Fuck, she knew exactly what I needed, or wanted.

We were both pain sluts.

But, then she traveled lower, her fingers playing with the button of my low-rise jeans. My hands gripped the handlebars, the growl in my chest became just as loud as the engine between our legs.

"Female," I growled. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

A soft, tinkling giggle escaped her lips, and it felt like my heart had skipped a beat. My mate's laughter was a rare gift since losing her grandmother, filled with mischief and joy. It brought a warmth to my chest that I rarely felt. She had been through so much in the past few weeks - navigating my mind games, adjusting to the chaos of my pack, and mourning the loss of a loved one, while gaining a whole new family. And, yet, in that moment, she shone like a diamond, her beauty and strength radiating from within. It was both heartbreaking and breathtaking to witness.

I let her continue, until I felt her unroll the leather and heard the clink of my belt buckle over the roar of the engine.

Shit!

I tried not to close my eyes, but the feel of her warm hand sliding beneath my happy trail, her hand wrapping around my knot that wanted to fill her with my seed, made me feel fucking euphoric.

Gods, don't come.

"Now I have you at my mercy." She licked my ear and my heart pounded in my chest.

She bit my earlobe gently, sending a shiver down my spine. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Princess." I warned, trying to keep the heat out of my voice. "If you're not careful, one of us is going to be eating dirt before we can even think about where to find some privacy."

She laughed softly, a sound that was both enticing and dangerous. "Then, we'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen, won't we?"

I couldn't help but growl, a low rumble that reverberated through my chest. "You better not crash my bike. If you crash my bike, Hammer will be pissed off.

My mate put her warm hand all over my shaft, rubbing, playing with the barbells and stoking her thumb over my Albert's piercing. I groaned, my knot filling. My hips jerked when her hands went down to cup my heavy balls filled with seed, and she laughed wickedly, when she pulled my shirt to the side to lick at my mark.

She was getting me back for messing with her at the bar.

Fuck, I loved her.

"I love you," I said into the wind, my head leaning back into her shoulder.

I felt the smile on her lips as she bit into her mark.

"I know you do, " she linked.

As we neared the pack-house, she released my shaft and quickly buttoned up my pants. I could sense her confusion through our bond, but I couldn't reveal the surprise just yet.

I adjusted myself, my jeans were too damn tight to be comfortable. My mate gave me a smug smile, and I narrowed my gaze at her.

I turned off the engine to the bike, the light going out with it. It plunged us into darkness and we accepted the distant chirping of crickets and croaking of frogs. The moon cast a soft glow over the surrounding trees, creating a peaceful atmosphere, despite my mate's apprehension to the newest surprise.

I pulled on her arm, making sure I got a magnificent view of her cunt as she got off. She slapped my arm at the blatant peek, but I was her mate. It didn't exactly matter.

I pulled her to the pack doors; brand new, made with reinforced steel. These babies weren't coming down, even if a lycan was thrown into them.

Not that I would know or anything .

We made our way up the stairs to our new home, which was nearly done, with just a few more finishing touches. We moved on to a special place, a special room.

I tugged on her arm, her eyes everywhere, taking in the sights, but where I wanted to show her. We had the whole third floor to ourselves, but she only wanted so much for a living space, for our future family. She didn't want to have a large living quarters.

I should have known, she was used to a simpler life, and so was I. Hell, everyone here in the Iron Fang was, but like an idiot, I wanted to show off for her.

But, what was I going to do with the extra space of the third floor?

Being the genius that I am and working with the contractors, I decided to build something wicked. It would take away all our itches, our cravings, and all our desires. A place to get away from our future pups, a place where we could experiment and fulfill every naughty fucking thing we wanted to do, without leaving the confines of the packhouse when our family needed us.

I unbuttoned my pants when we came to the double doors.

Emm's arousal heightened when she saw the head of my cock spring out of my pants and I let out a haggard breath.

"I think it's time for some payback, huh?" I tugged on my cock and slipped the key in the hole.

It clicked, and when I pushed open the door, automatic low lights came on in the room.

The plush, deep red carpet stretched across the entire room, softening each step we took. The walls were painted a velvety black, creating a sense of mystery and intrigue. In each corner, LED lights glowed, casting a spectrum of hues to match our desired mood. My eclectic taste in furniture was on full display, carefully selected and quickly shipped to create the perfect atmosphere for our evening.

I wanted it all - every experience, every sensation - with her by my side. And I knew Emm would revel in it all; after discovering the hidden trove of books in her RV. From sex swings and stockades, to stools and rockers, I had spared no expense in furnishing our playroom.

Large chests were filled with feathers, nipple clamps, butt plugs, dildos and vibrators. This was the ultimate sex room.

Emm stepped into the room on her own accord. Her mouth hung open as her fingers grazed the leather that hung from the ceiling. She continued on, touching the caged bed, letting the silk sheets rub between her fingers. In the very back, a hot tub sat waiting, steam rising from the waters, and the various oils she could add to soothe those aching muscles after I had my way with her.

"What do you think?" I stalked forward, pushing my jeans to the floor. My cut was next, along with my shirt.

Emm stood, not horrified, but simply astonished.

"This is what you came up with, with all the extra space?" She was nearly speechless.

This is good.

"Yes," I purred.

Her eyes drifted to my cock. It was weeping. I've been hard all night, and it was time for her to give it up.

"Pick what you want to use first, because it won't happen often," I growled.

But, as soon as the words left my mouth, Grim's voice entered the link. " Alpha, your other present has arrived, a few days early."

I snarled and grabbed hold of my cock.

Those bastards are going to die slower than they already were.

Emm stared at me in confusion and walked toward me.

"Princess, unfortunately, this present is going to have to wait."

I'm going to have a blue knot forever.

"But why?" She made a sympathetic look toward my cock.

"Your other present has arrived, and unfortunately, we cannot put it on hold."