Viper

It's been all of four hours since we've joined the crew at the bar, and truth be told if I didn't have a special present planned for the night with my Alley Cat, I would hit the hay as soon as I could. My body is exhausted from all the planning of this celebration, taking part in it, and with the thoughts racing through my mind. The asshole is here in my city. We just don't know where he took off to and is hiding.

Which means I need to keep an even closer eye on Alley and Lilith. It'll be a cold day in hell before I allow him to lay his hands on my woman ever again. He tries I'll kill him. A depraved smile forms on my lips, at the thought of him dying. The smell of his blood on my basement floor.

The fucker is dead either way, but if he tries to touch her ever again, I'll torture him more than what I have planned. "I know that look." I hear Hammer's voice beside me, as the fucker sneaks by me, taking a seat at the bar beside me. "That's the look you get when your animal is about to unleash." He smiles at the look I give him as I turn my head to the side.

Shrugging his shoulders, he brings the cold beer the prospect just placed in front of him to his lips. "Just saying man. I know you all too well." He isn't wrong. Out of everyone here in the club, he knows me the best. Known me since we were babies. Our mother placed us in the same crib to sleep for naps.

"I'm just imagining all the things I'm going to put that little bitch through when we have him in our clutches." I know my voice sounds more demonic than human. What can I say, thinking of all the things that piece of shit put my sweet girl through, has my blood boiling.

"He'll meet the reaper soon brother. We'll all make sure of that." I look to the man I consider my brother, knowing with the serious look in his eyes how much he means it. "He fucked with the wrong woman. She's family and we look after our own." We bump fists at that, as we turn around, facing everyone in the room. Our backs to the bar.

My eyes immediately find Alley, she's sitting in the center of all the women in the club. The old ladies, sweet butts, and some townies swarm around her as she laughs at something Lizabeth whispers in her ear. They love her almost as much as me.

A box is placed on her lap, and she looks at all the older women, conversing with her eyes alone how they didn't need to get her anything. They shush her and point to the box. I find myself sitting up on my stool, wondering what it could be. When she opens the top, her face turns a shade of red.

There's whistles from all the women around her, causing my brow to raise. Wondering what naughty thing they bestowed upon my Alley Cat. When she lifts the garment, a see through dark green lingerie, my cock becomes hard almost instantly.

Her eyes raise up, as she looks to me for approval. I simply lick my lips, telling her exactly what I'm thinking. She bites her bottom lip, and dammit if that don't make me want to walk up to her, lift her over my shoulder, and take her out of here.

I find I can't do that though. My woman deserves this celebration. After everything she's been through, she has earned her night of happiness. She places it back into the box and stands from the chair. My body goes taught with tension. The need for her to come to me is strong.

When she does just that, I find I can't keep my eyes from her. Laughter coming from beside me, has my fist reaching for Hammer, as I knock him on the arm. So hard he almost topples over. Still the fucker continues to snicker. "Your face man." He continues.

Once she's standing in before me, I place my beer down behind me. Not moving my eyes from her. "Do you like my present." Her voice comes out breathier than usual. I have to keep the animal inside of me caged. However, when she places the box down beside Hammer, the smell of her hair has me burying my face into her neck, as my hands reach around for her ass.

When I have a good handful, I decide instead of telling her how I feel about her present, I'll just show her instead. I pull her between my open legs and rub her center against my hard cock. She moans into my ear, her hands coming to my shoulders. Once I pull away, her lips come to mine. I don't wait another second, I come at her with all the pent-up passion I've been keeping caged all night.

Her hands make their way to my hair, pulling on the longer strands. Once I remember we have an audience, I stand from the stool, lifting her up by her ass cheeks.

"Grab the box, Alley." I can't barely get the words to form, I'm so hard up for this woman. I watch as she pulls away from my body briefly to reach behind us. Once she has the box, with my head buried in the cocoon of her neck I walk toward the hallway leading to the stairs. Cat calls and whistles follow as we go, but I pay them no mind.

I simply lick, suck and nibble on the skin of her neck. Causing my woman to rub her center against me, making me pick up my pace. It's not lost on my men and the women in the room, what's about to happen, but I don't give a fuck. I need her below me, naked, wet, and wanting.