The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

“I’ll outfit one of the panel vans to be an ambulance,” she said. “Coolers for blood, machines, drugs. A portable generator for power. I’ve got all the stuff, it’s a matter of getting it stowed correctly.”

“I’ll help with that,” Scrape said. “I can weld in racks, beds, anything you need. It might be easier to just buy an ambulance, though.”

Vivian was thinking, she liked the idea. “See what you can find, I’ll buy it,” she said. “It will be a lot less suspicious if we have to transport wounded back here, and it will work better.”

The whole meeting had spiraled away, I was starting to wonder who was really in charge here. “You guys figure that out and make it happen. Snake, go with them. Four men ought to be enough to protect those two, you’ll need another vehicle and I want you loaded for bear, ready for anything.” Snake nodded. “Get out of here and get to it. I want all the Club volunteers with me, I’m picking eight more.”

Gabriel looked at his men. “We will leave six here to protect the Promised One, plus Zephaniel. The rest of you come with me.”

“Church is over, those going to Wyoming will meet in one hour so we can start giving out assignments.” I looked around the room, no one was moving.

“Pres, what’s the plan?” Crash was itching for a fight.

“We distract them and the Knights swoop in and kill their leaders,” I said. “Now clear out, we’ve got work to do.” I watched as they started to get up. I selected the other eight, then gave Hammer a resigned look. “Ready to talk to the old ladies?”

“Why not, I didn’t NEED to get laid this year,” he said. “I don’t know who is going to be more pissed off.”

“Does it matter?” I threw my arm around his shoulders and walked him towards the stairs. “DEAD MEN WALKING,” I said to the laughter of the Club members still downstairs.

Vivian’s POV

Scrape went off to look on Ebay for an ambulance after I gave him a dollar limit. “Find something not too far away,” I told him, “We can’t waste half our prep time going to get one from Texas or something.” He walked off, shaking his head, while I followed Snake and I back upstairs. The tension was still high, and as soon as we got the door closed to our room, he was in my face.

He wasn’t mad, he was worried, and his hands held my head steady while his forehead moved to touch mine. “I can’t lose you,” he whispered.

“You’ll be with me, you won’t let anyone hurt me,” I said. “I trust you, Hammer and the boys can keep Meghan and I safe or I never would have brought it up.” His lips crashed into mine, and I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked us over to the bed. As soon as he was setting me down, I was pulling his shirt over his head, my sandals flying across the room. He was just as urgent, pushing his jeans and underwear down and letting his Python out. I lifted my hips, letting him pull my shorts and underwear off, then he plunged inside me in one long thrust.

“Oh yes,” I moaned as he touched deep inside me. I moved my shirt up, unhooking my bra to let the girls out as he pounded into me fast and hard. It was hot, it was urgent, it was just what we needed. The room filled with the sounds of our love; the smack of his hips into me, the wet squoosh of my sex around him. He didn’t let up, he didn’t slow down, he just pushed us higher and higher until I couldn’t remember my own name, I could only feel. He claimed me, shooting his load inside as I arched my back with the pleasure. His hands lifted me up, fucking me through my orgasm and into the next one. Finally, I had to push off him, doing a backflip in the bed as I tried to get my body to listen to me again.

“Holy shit, that was intense,” he said as he collapsed next to me.

I couldn’t even talk, I was all tingly and still breathing hard. He pulled me over until I was lying on top of him, both of us hot and sticky. We stayed until I could feel his seed draining out of me; cupping my sodden folds, I got up and went into the shower. He joined me there, getting me deliciously clean again before I returned the favor.

I finally left him when I heard Teri come in with Eve, who was crying. I pulled on a T-shirt and panties, leaving the steam-filled bathroom. “My my my, she must have missed me,” I said as I took her into my arms.

“She woke up fussy,” Teri said. “She’s been changed, I was coming to get a bottle.” She started to prepare one as I sat in the rocking chair. I went to the window and opened it up, letting the breeze blow the smell of our sex out. “Thanks for that, it smelled like a cathouse in here.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

I just laughed. “Snake was a bit wound up after the meeting,” I said. “How are you doing about Meghan coming?”

She slumped into a chair. “It scares the shit out of me, but I’d never forgive myself if someone died because you didn’t have the help you needed. Then I think about how Hammer would find a way to go, and at least this way I know he’ll stay out of the fighting. I’m glad I’ll have the babies to distract me from thinking about how dangerous this all is.”

“You know I’ll protect Meghan with my life,” I said.

“I do, but I’m a Mom, we worry.” She looked out the window. “Meghan’s growing up so fast, she’ll be at medical school before I can blink.”

“Look at the bright side, she isn’t chasing after boys yet.” I giggled as she shivered in fear. “She’s going to have to beat them off with a stick.”

“Hammer is already putting the fear of God into some of those boys,” she said. She handed me the bottle and Eve started to drink it, her little hands waving in the air. Snake came out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, and went into the closet to get dressed. “When are you getting a tattoo?”

“I don’t know, I need one to be a proper old lady, don’t I?”

“Damn right. Get yourself a big ol’ snake.”

“She just did,” Snake said as he walked out with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Repeatedly.” I smacked his arm as he walked over to kiss me.

“Teri thinks I need a tattoo,” I told him. “I’m thinking of getting a Rod of Asclepius. It’s a symbol of medicine with a snake wound around a staff.” I showed him the cover of one of my medical textbooks.

“I think you need a snake wound around a cordless drill,” he said with a grin. “Or maybe one climbing up the front leg of a wolf.”

Eve had finished eating, so I gave her to Snake to burp and change while Teri and I left. We got downstairs and Scrape ran over. “I found one in Rochester,” he said excitedly as he showed me the printout. It wasn’t bad, based on a Ford chassis it didn’t have too many miles and the internals hadn’t been stripped. The price was in range as well. I talked to Viper and Gabriel, they sent a couple guys with us and by dinnertime our new ride was parked in the garage.

I hopped out as Snake ran over to me. “Everything go all right?”

“Yep, we got ourselves of werewolf ambulance.”

“A Wambulance?” I cracked up. It was going to be a long road trip with that man.

Three Days Later, Eastern Wyoming

Snake’s POV

“We’re stopping at the steakhouse and saloon ahead for dinner,” Urial said as he pointed to the small town in the foothills. “Gabriel said it’s safe.”

I just nodded, that was part of what we had to deal with out here. Our route had been planned to avoid known Pack areas, but there were still lone wolves around and we didn’t need Vivian to be sniffed out. We had eight vehicles in our convoy, and the lead SUV had gone ahead to make sure no werewolves were in the diner. Our ambulance was in the middle of the group, Urial and I were splitting the driving. Vivian was with us, and the third person could use the chair in the back or lay down on the gurney and get some sleep.

The back was impressive, they’d done a good job outfitting it with everything Vivian said she needed. She had a good supply of blood, both human and werewolf, all labeled and matched and kept in coolers. The oxygen canister was full, the vitals monitor and other electronics in place, and she had a complete supply of battle dressings and supplies for a war. As much as I hated to see her near the battle, I respected her for her dedication to our Club and allies. If she hadn’t been the person she was, she never would have come to the club and she wouldn’t be my wife.

I looked out at the vehicles ahead of us. The lead vehicle had Viper, Gabriel, Crash, Hesediel and Dumah. Hammer and Meghan were in the next car with Jopheil, Nuriel and Scrape. The third had Tiny, Viking, Abaddon, Uriel and Maalik. Fourth was Michael, Zachariel, Samsiel, Raguel and Stain. We were next, behind us was an old pickup driven by Shakes. No one rode with him, his truck was set up with removable steel plating for the driver and a pop-up gun mount in the bed. He had a bunch of other stuff in there, I swear the guy was giggling as he prepared for this run. The trail vehicle had Muriel, Phanuel, Puriel, Sarathiel and Dagger. The rest of the Club and the Knights remained back home to protect Eve.

The line stretched out, and some of the vehicles pulled over so we wouldn’t all show up at the saloon at the same time. The last thing we needed was to attract notice as a big group, especially if werewolves stopped in. The wolves in the trail vehicle were going to remain outside, Dagger would get them to-go meals, and they would monitor the parking lot while we ate. It was all very organized, and all to protect Vivian.

We entered the steakhouse about ten minutes after the lead vehicles did, and asked for a table. I could see the men had split up strategically; tables had been taken near the entrance, the back exit, the bathrooms and the bar already. We took a spot more in the center. The waitress, a buxom older lady with bottle blonde hair, was busy with the other tables.

Meghan’s POV

I was so glad when we pulled over, being stuck in a vehicle for hours at a time, squeezed between two big guys in the back, wasn’t on my list of fun. I had my Walkman and a box of compact discs to listen to music, which was good because these guys all were listening to talk radio the whole way. When I finally got out, I stretched and bounced a little to get some feeling back in my butt. “Just stay with us,” Dad told me. “Or Vivian.”

“It’s not like I can go anywhere, Dad.” We walked in and took a table near the restrooms. The waitress’s eyes lit up when she saw us, and my skank alert started to alarm. Too much makeup, too low a cut in her top, and too high heels for working in a place like this. As she handed out menus, I didn’t miss how her ginourmous boobs ended up on my Dad’s shoulder, and her hand on his back.

Bitch. Can’t she see the ring?

Dad was nervous, he tried to pull away from her but she kept finding ways to brush up against him. When she started to take drink orders, it was my time. “And you, young lady, what can I get you?”

I smiled a fake smile as I looked at the menu. “I’d like some bottled apple cider, please, but only if you have my favorite, Harry Dixon’s.”

“I don’t know if we have that kind,” she said.

“Can you check, please? It’s my favorite.”

She nodded and sauntered off to the bar. “Bitch,” I said under my breath.

We watched as she got to the bar, the bartender was at the other side so she had to raise her voice. “Hey Bob, can I get a Harry Dixon’s Cider?”

The bartended stilled, trying to hold back a laugh. “I don’t know, Lila, check with the manager.”

She walked over to the kitchen door and pushed it open. “Larry, do we have Harry Dixon’s Cider?”

“Not until after we close,” I heard him say before the whole place broke out laughing.

Dad laughed until he cried. “Remind me never to get on your bad side,” he said as the other guys congratulated me. “And check your food for spit, I don’t think you made a friend here.”

“Totally worth the risk,” I said. “I’ve been waiting to use that one for a year.”

“Remind me to monitor your internet use more closely,” Dad said with a smirk.

“I think it was genius, Meghan, that was the best joke I’ve seen in ages. You’re going to be a great member of the club when you can ride!”

“Don’t remind me,” Dad said.

“What, that in two years I can get my permit? Or that you promised me a dirt bike next summer?”

“Both.”

I felt a tap on my shoulder, Vivian was walking towards the restroom. “I better wash up,” I said. I got up, so did my Dad, and we walked back to the restroom, the men at that table alert as we walked by.

I went in and was immediately pulled into Vivian’s arms. “That was genius, Meghan.”

“She was hitting on Dad, for crying out loud. It was either that or bitch slap her.”