Page 43 of The Last Sacrifice
Taking the bottle of bourbon from Mammoth, Hyde poured himself than Valentine a glass.
“I’m not back till I’ve fucked and slept for at least ten hours.”
His eyes moving back to Kiki, he leaned against the bar. Adjusting her hair and fixing her dress, she looked composed again. As far as blood drinking ghouls went, Kiki was fun and easygoing. And normally he wouldn’t care if she had fucked ten of his men before coming to his cock.
But tonight he wanted something more than a group ride. Something fresh.
A tall order here. He had outlawed girlfriends and wives within months of becoming Alpha. Having one wolf kill himself after Draven had murdered his wife as punishment. Had been enough. They had sent those already mated to other packs in the country. Girlfriends had been duly dumped.
Leaving only the kind of woman you wouldn’t take home to meet your mama. But like any motorcycle club, finding willing bitches and sluts wasn’t hard.
Not killing them was the trick.
Vampire bitches and Draven’s pet human ghouls, who were tough enough to almost handle a full werewolf in the bed. were the norm.
Hyde trusted none of them. Not even the few Arcandian witches that snuck out from their covens to play with the forbidden fruit. Willing options inundated the Titans, the so-called military of the hated vampire king. Many of the girls were eager for the Titan tattoo.
A sign of acceptance and protection. The club gave a room above to the ladies who made the cut to “kept”. An allowance, access to drugs, and some of the most primal men in America.
It was law, no girlfriends, no wives and, more importantly, no bonded mates. A weakness he would never let Draven exploit again.
Downing his glass in two mouthfuls, he slammed it down on the bar. His eyes moving away from Kiki. She wasn’t what he wanted tonight.
“Well, don’t take too long to rest. I don’t want your job,”
“Perks of power don’t appeal?” Giving his second a slap on the shoulder, Hyde stood. Valentine had only become his second because Hyde had insisted that his friend fight for it. He had needed a wolf who could think, whose loyalty was unquestionable. Valentine’s opponents were so badly beaten by him, he never had to defend his position again.
He held the record for the longest serving Vice President in Titian history. And as the only living thing that Hyde trusted completely, he was the only one he wanted at his back. Ever.
“It’s all yours, boss,” Val held up his glass in a mocking toast. “Go, get laid so you can get back to work.”
Hyde made his way out the back, carrying his saddlebags. Only the new pups or women slept in the clubhouse. Once a new wolf had his own cabin built, the only time to sleep in the clubhouse was with a woman or a drunken stupor.
Stepping out onto the wide veranda, Hyde breathed deeply. Tonight, the peace he usually found at home slipped away from him. Frowning, he stepped down onto the grass. The bonfire was still flaming high as he moved past the crowd, making his way to his cabin.
The music beat through the crowd, vibrating through the dancers by the fire. His eyes drifting across the moving bodies. For a moment, he hesitated.
His eyes landing on a dark-haired woman, her hips following the heavy base as her hands moved over her tight leather vest. Lost to the music, she danced.
She was new
And he desperately craved new. Without another thought, he moved through the crowd. Every step bringing him closer to her till his fingers wrapped around her wrist. Pulling her around to face him, Hyde pressed her to him. Her breasts were ripe and fresh under his eyes.
Any word of protest she may have had disappeared as she met his red, glowing gaze.
“Your Hyde, aren’t you?” Her hand moving over his chest as her hips kept moving to the music.
“What gave it away?” rubbing his cheek past hers, he drew in her scent. Sweat, perfume and fire. But best of all, the wonderful rising scent of awakening arousal.
“Your eyes,”
He let his hand fall over her, grazing the skin above her tight leather pants that clung to her hips. Hyde growled low in the back of his throat as her leg slid between his. Her hips still moving to the bass beat of the music. Her knee brushing gently against his engorged groin.
“What’s your name?” He normally didn’t care. Most of the women that came to party at the clubhouse knew what kind of men they were dealing with. But tonight he wanted a name. Tonight, he needed a name.
Hyde had always prided himself on his ability to make a girl crave his bed. Club bitch or not, he made an effort to have her always satisfied. He would be no woman’s regret.
“Lena,”