Sive: Shadow Wolves MC Page 3

  “Go, Zane.”

  My brother glares at me and a red flush paints his unshaved cheeks. His hands ball up into fists, but he obeys me. I’m his older brother, after all, his idol, and his god.

  I watch him climbing up the open staircase leading to the compartment with two en-suit bedrooms.

  We built that house together for the two of us. Now he is moving out. Because of a chick.

  I sit in the couch and finish my beer, then go upstairs and take out a t-shirt from my wardrobe. Zane leaves the house with the bang of the front door as I walk towards the bathroom door and knock on it lightly.

  “Sive, I’ve got a t-shirt for you.”

  She opens the door and peers through the narrow gap, wrapped in a towel. Steam blows in my face.

  “Take it,” I say, “and give me your clothes to wash them. There are spare toothbrushes under the washbasin.”

  “Zzane—“

  “Zane has left one for you?”

  She nods and backs up, then returns passing the clothes on to me and grabbing the t-shirt from my hand.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  She smiles at me and closes the door. I go to the kitchen and put her dirty clothes into the washing machine. As I hold her bra and panties, my dick awakes. I enclose those panties in my hand like they’re a trophy. My dick hardens further to the point where my groin starts to ache. I haven’t fucked a woman for a while. That’s why my dick has control over my rationality. That’s why I can’t get Sive out of my head.

  The bathroom door creaks open so I shake my head, throw her underwear into the washing machine and turn it on.

  Sive walks towards me, only in my t-shirt that covers her bottom and thighs. Her hair is drenched and droplets of water mark her way. Her hand is sliding against the red-bricked wall and she sways with every step. I stride towards her and grasp her waist to steady her. She flashes me a very drunken smile and her knees bend. Right, heat and alcohol don’t mix very well.

  “A-xel,” she says in a breathy voice and chuckles as her hands clutch my arms.

  “I’ve got you, baby,” I say and lift her off the floor.

  She wraps her arms and thighs around me while I support her neck and ass. I realise that she has no panties on.

  “We have to do some shopping, right?” I say, tightening the embrace around her.

  Sive buries her face in my neck, her hot breath scorching my skin. I allow myself to touch the top of her head with my lips. My arm supports her across the back as my other hand cups her ass cheek. It’s the roundest ass I’ve ever touched. Her skin is hot and smooth like silk. It’s as though I’m touching a hot marble statue that has soft curves in all the right places. My only desire is to slam her on the wall and drive my hard cock into her pussy. And to fuck that little miracle without mercy.

  Chapter 5

  Sive

  Axel carries me upstairs, and the surroundings blur around me. I don’t care that a man is holding me in his arms like I’m a child and that he is touching my naked ass. I’d want him to kiss me or even touch me more, but I won’t spread my legs for him. I’m not that drunk.

  My roommate from the catholic school’s campus smuggled a bottle of vodka into our room on a few occasions. We got really drunk together, threw up into the toilet and tried to survive the following day, avoiding the suspicious glances and noses of our tutors.

  My mother would have rolled in her coffin had she known about this.

  It was her idea to keep me away from home and place me in a school for good girls. The reason for that consisted of many layers. To begin with, she owned a small art gallery in the city and sold her own paintings with a moderate success. We had a nice house, expensive clothes and some savings in the bank account, but she was lonely after my father’s sudden death of a heart attack when I was twelve. Well, my parents’ marriage hadn’t been perfect because of my mother’s weakness for other men which got worse after my father had rested six feet under. I think she was ashamed of her intense sex life and didn’t want me to watch her like that. She didn’t want me to become like her. Thus the catholic school, a perfect place to produce a pure untouched me.

  Then she met Owen, the second after the police chief, and they wanted more time without me. Time passed; my mother gained more wisdom and noticed that she married a deranged man who first acted as an emotional abuser slowly draining life out of her, then started showing interest in her growing up daughter and in the end planned her death.

  Over the final year of her life, my mother was fighting desperately to save me from Owen, finding excuses to keep me at school even during summer holidays. And I love her for that.

  She died silently in her bed and the post mortem showed the overdose of antidepressants.

  Owen thought that I was stupid and naive and thank God for that.

  Axel lays me on his bed and I roll on my side, placing my folded arm under my neck. He covers me with a red quilted comforter and sits on the floor beside the bed with his feet tucked under his bottom.

  I’m grateful for his help. He brought me to his house and didn’t ask many questions. I want to say so many words to him, but my body refuses to cooperate. I mumble his name three times instead. He chuckles and strokes my hair.

  “Have some good rest,” he says.

  My hand reaches up to his forehead, and I thread my fingers through his hair. I think it’s the influence of the alcohol flowing in my veins. I’ve never been that bold. My forefinger traces a line down to the bridge of his nose and then along the scar on his face. His skin is rough in touch, unshaven for a few days. I brush his lips with my two fingertips and his teeth capture them, startling me. It’s painful and I hiss, levering myself up on my elbow, but he is still biting on my fingers.

  “A-xel,” I say.

  His eyes are cold like he wants to kill me and I pull my fingers out of his mouth, but he grips my wrist and plants a kiss in the hollow of my palm, leaning over me.

  “Sive,” he says in a menacing voice.

  His forehead rests against mine, and I inhale him, the smell of beer in his breath, the light sweat on his skin, anger radiating from within him.

  “So-rry,” I say.

  His palm rests against my head and he pushes down, making me fall onto the pillow. His mouth is just above my ear. “Sive, I’m warning you. If you make me insane once more, next time ‘sorry’ will not be enough. Do you understand?”

  “I-I ddo.”

  I’m scared of him now. He is furious with me and I know why. He doesn’t want a cripple like me to touch him.

  Humiliation burns me like volcanic lava is flooding me, suffocates me like I’m drowning, and my stomach feels like I have something heavy inside.

  “Sleep now,” he says and pulls away, rising to his feet.

  I turn on my other side and hitch the comforter up. My muscles shiver and I suspect that my body temperature is going up rapidly. I can sense Axel standing in the doorway and watching me, then the sound of his heavy footsteps fills the air and fades.

  Tears prick my eyes.

  Axel

  I almost fall off the stairs as I hurry to the bathroom. One brush of her fingers against my face stripped me of rationality, and I could barely control myself. Her rapid breath when she is saying something is a more potent turn on to me than any other woman’s naked tits.

  I fight my urge to return to her, spread her thighs and fuck her hard. I’d drive my cock into her every hole. I’d rub my cum on her ass cheeks. Then I’d fuck her again.

  I would do anything for her did she only ask. I would sell my soul to a devil did she allow me to kiss those sweet gasps of hers. But she can’t know about it. Ever.

  It’s absolutely mad, and I can’t recognise myself.

  My form tumbles into the bathroom, and I strip off my clothes, tossing them onto the tiled black floor. I step into the shower cabin, turn on the hot water and grab my hard cock. My forearm rests against the glass block enclosure as I stroke myself, leaning forward. Cloud
s of steam envelop my body. The images of Sive’s lips and slim legs flash through my head as I start breathing heavily and stroke my cock harder. My muscles become taut. A growl escapes my mouth as a wave of heat shoots to my toes and I come so hard that I’m dizzy. A minute or two passes as my head clears of the fog, and I steady my breath. But it’s not enough. I want to go upstairs, tumble Sive on all fours, and fuck her senseless from behind. And then again until we drop off to sleep totally exhausted, locked together.

  It’s not me. Something happened to the crude monster within me. That monster wants to keep that chick upstairs for longer. Until it’s enough of her.

  No—

  I have to stick to my plan for her. I have to find her a safe place to live, a stable job, some girlfriends of her age. And I have to make sure she will be very far from me.

  I killed too many men without remorse and I fucked too many women without any emotion. She doesn’t deserve somebody like me. She is too young and too unique. I would make her unhappy.

  What am I thinking?

  I don’t care. I never care.

  Zane could make her happy, but that thought evokes my black fury. I would give him my hand. I would give him my kidney. I would even give him my life but I won’t give him Sive.

  She.

  Is.

  Mine.

  I can’t have her, but nobody else will have her either.

  I lather my body with the mint shower gel, wash my hair, rinse the foam off, then step out of the cabin, and pat myself dry with the towel. The smudges of mud stretch around the bathtub like the sweet proofs of Sive’s presence here so I slide into my jeans and wipe the dirt with a dampened cloth. Kids. They’re dirty.

  I see Sive’s innocent face in my mind again.

  I would contaminate that pureness of hers; I’d rub my cum into her tummy and breasts; I’d mark her, make her smell of me. Tie her to my bed. Lick every inch of her perfect body.

  Brushing my teeth, I wipe away the steam from the mirror. A killer’s eyes glance back at me. Did Sive touch me because she was drunk or because she wanted to touch me?

  I will never know.

  With the cloth swinging in my hand, I walk out of the bathroom and remove the mud from the living area, then take the laundry out of the washing machine, hanging the clothes and trainers on the indoor airier. Sive’s bra and panties still have the labels attached. She needs a c-cup bra and panties of size S. I’m not sure about other pieces of clothing but the size S would probably do.

  She will need almost everything and my head starts to throb.

  Chapter 6

  Axel

  Rising on my tiptoes, I move towards the wardrobe and take out a fresh t-shirt. Sive moans in her dream. I pull the t-shirt on and lean over her. A few wet tendrils of her hair cling to her pink cheeks and she breathes with an audible sound. She is sick. My palm inspects her forehead. Her skin is clammy with sweat and hot like a desert in the middle of a summer day. She rolls on her back and opens her eyes, but I’m unsure whether she is even fully aware of my presence.

  “Sive, how are you, baby?”

  “A-xel,” she murmurs.

  “You want to sleep now, huh?”

  She sighs in response.

  “But you have to drink something first, okay?” I say and hurry to the kitchen to grab a glass of orange juice topped with one shot of vodka.

  It seems like Sive needs something stronger than rum.

  I return to the bedroom and perch on the edge of the bed, gripping the back of her neck. Sive sits up with a gasp escaping her mouth. Her lips are a bit dry and sweat beads her forehead. Her drenched t-shirt clings to her chest and my eyes fix onto her hard nipples visible through the fabric.

  I hand the glass to her. “Drink it.”

  She brings the glass to her lips and winces at the smell of alcohol.

  “It’s for your cold,” I say. “A perfect medicine, believe me.”

  “Rea-lly?” There is a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

  She takes a deep breath and swallows one-third. Her cough follows.

  “The whole glass,” I say firmly.

  Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles with drinking but finally, she hands the empty glass to me. I slam it on the bedside table and start gathering up the edge of her t-shirt.

  Sive puts her hands on my chest and pushes at my pecs, growling.

  “It’s all drenched,” I bark at her and tug the t-shirt over her head.

  Sive whimpers and curls up into a ball, covering her beautiful breasts with her arms and her knees.

  I stare at her, mesmerised. Her waist is slender and I’m pretty sure I could brace it with just my hands. My eyes travel to her perfect ass. I want to devour that ass. I could watch her for the whole night, but her body starts shaking so I lift myself, rummage around the room to find the blanket and throw it over her.

  The covers are suffused with her sweat as well. I remove them and bring a fresh bedding set from Zane’s bedroom. Sive wraps the blanket around her, moves into the worn out leather armchair by the wall and watches me as I’m dealing with the bed. With two final touches, I smooth the comforter and lean over Sive, pulling her into my arms to lay her in bed. She turns her back towards me as I tear the blanket off her and cover her up to her neck with the comforter.

  I have a young goddess in my bed and I can’t touch her. This is so absurd that even funny.

  “Sleep, Sive. I will be back in a few hours.”

  A sigh answers me.

  “You are safe here, baby,” I add and leave the bedroom.

  I have a few things to do before I attend the meeting in our office.

  First to visit Wendy. The majority of the shops are closed today so I need to be nice to her.

  My bike roars as I meander among the houses and aim for Wendy’s apartment in the town centre. Wendy is thirty and owns a shop where the occupants of the town can buy almost everything.

  I leave the bike on the pavement and go behind the shop where the metal staircase leads to Wendy’s apartment. My thumb presses the doorbell, and she opens the door almost instantly. She leans against the doorframe, showing off her black bra with a red kimono robe on top.

  “Did you miss me?” she asks in a low voice.

  I didn’t, but if I’m not nice to her, she won’t open the shop for me.

  “I always miss you,” I say and wink at her.

  “Liar. Will you come in?”

  Normally, I always step into her apartment whenever she invites me over, which happens two or three times a month. She is an attractive woman, with curly dark hair, artificial lips and tits, long legs. She knows how to pleasure a man, but today even thinking about her this way fills my veins with the kind of repulsion. Something is definitely wrong with me.

  “I need a favour, Wendy.”

  “Sure.” She rests her forearm against the doorframe, offering me the most perfect view of her body.

  I just want to erase her from my sight though.

  “I need to do some really big shopping, Wendy. Now.”

  “Did you forget about your mother’s birthday again?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “You are very mysterious—“

  “I don’t have much time, but I will return the favour; I promise.” I send her my most beguiling smile and her face softens in curiosity.

  “Okay,” she agrees then backs up to pick up the keys from the hook in the corridor and corrects her robe.

  We go to the shop through the back door, and she switches on the lights, leading me across the stock room and then towards the counter.

  “What do you need?” she asks.

  “I have a sick kid at home,” I say.

  “A sick kid?”

  “With a fever.”

  Wendy stands behind the counter from the shop assistant’s side. “Aspirin?”

  “Actually, a pyjama set or something. She’s sweating a lot.”

  “She? How old is she?”

  “Eighteen. And
she needs some underwear. A c-cup bra and a few pairs of small panties.”

  Wendy’s jaw drops. “Your relative?”

  “Yeah, a cousin.”

  Wendy walks towards the hangers and shelves, plunging her hands into the pieces of clothing. The rustle of the hangers moving wafts through the air. She brings four boxes with lingerie and three hangers with pyjama sets. My eyes flick over all the items and I shake my head.

  “I want, you know, something more feminine,” I say impatiently. “Like a lace black bra and matching panties. And those lace top things women wear on their legs.”

  “For a cousin?” Wendy asks with sarcasm.

  I hope she is determined enough to wait for me to fulfil my promise. Her eyes narrow like she’s a cat that is going to claw my eyes out, but she rushes to the hangers again.

  “And a few nice dresses,” I say. “Some female stuff as well.”

  “Is she homeless that cousin of yours?”

  “Sort of.”

  Wendy rummages around the shop as I lean against my elbows placed on the counter. After ten minutes, she spreads everything in front of me, and I must admit that I really like a satin nightdress with the open back and lacy black underwear. The dresses are nice too. And the stockings. Especially them. I can’t wait to see Sive wearing them. There are also two boxes of sanitary pads, female razor blades, a bottle of body lotion and a jar of face moisturiser.

  “You are wonderful,” I say.

  Wendy flashes me a cold half-smile and counts my shopping as I pack all the items into a plastic bag. I hand three notes to her. She gives me the change then clutches the edges of my cut and pulls me to her over the counter. Her lips brush mine, but a wave of repulsion washes over me. I don’t want to kiss her. She chuckles into my mouth, straightens and moves closer to me, standing right behind me. Her chest moulds against my back, and I feel her hand slipping under my jeans. My cock twitches as she strokes me. Heat rushes through me. For an instant, I fight the urge to drive my dick into her mouth like I did many times before. She would suck me off expertly. She’d take all the tension that’s been building inside me and seeking release since I met Sive. But the truth is that it wouldn’t be enough. Only that little mute chick shivering in my bed would be enough.