Wolf.e: A Dark MC Romance
Wolf.e: Chapter 25

Gabriel’s cum still rests against my cheeks, my lips, my tongue, along with his thumb, and a deranged part of me begs silently for him to fill me with it. I suck it off and look up at him through my lashes. I knew I was lost to him the moment he bit his bottom lip and groaned my name. Then, when he withdrew from my mouth and came in a way I’ve always thought was degrading—but instead I loved—I knew there would be no turning back.

I’ll continue to crave it, crave him. And knowing that scares the shit out of me. My damp hair clings to my skin, and I clench my thighs, still desperate for more. I want it all.

“Boss,” a deep voice booms through the cabin door.

Gabriel pulls his thumb from my lips with a tiny popping sound. “We’ve got her things here for you to get rid of and, uh, we’re ready,” the voice says.

Get rid of? They think I’m dead?

Gabriel tucks his still hard cock into his boxers and does up his jeans. I don’t have a lot of experience with men, but the few I do have been nothing like him. He has the most beautiful and terrifying cock I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’ve never seen a man this big or with any kind of piercing before. I honestly don’t know how he could even fit inside me. What could he possibly feel like? Will it hurt? Will I find out?

His large hand reaches downward to help me up. I take it. He turns silently and runs a washcloth under warm water and then uses it to clean me up, making sure to swipe over every place his cum rests on my skin.

“Get dressed.” he orders, his voice resolute and calm again. My legs are stiff after kneeling on them and running through the woods.

Gabriel looks me over as I stand, waiting naked in front of him. I fight the urge to fold my hands in front of me.

“Clothes. Now,” he reiterates “One more second of you standing there, looking like that and I’ll be fighting a battle to stay here with you before seeing to the needs of my club.”

I nod, but my stomach drops and heats all at once.

He hands me back my dirty dress. I slink it over my head and sit down on the chair beside the bed. Gabriel takes one last look at me, like he’s making sure I’m fully covered and then pulls the door open wide.

Jake stands on the other side of it, he’s bloody from head to toe. It’s dried onto his shirt. I can see it in the dim light. His hands have been washed but I can still see spatters of it on his neck, and arms. It’s a stark reminder that the man I just gave a blow job to, took a life tonight and these men think nothing of helping him clean it up.

Jake looks at me then back to Gabriel. His eyes are asking why I’m still alive.

“You want to go somewhere?” he asks.

“Where’s Robby and Kai?” Gabriel asks.

Jake looks at me again, I look away.

“They’re… in the woods already…” Jake looks back at me. “Busy.”

Gabriel hands me my bag. “You can change now.”

“Let’s talk outside,” he says to Jake, turning and closing the door behind him.

I make my way to the bathroom. The moment I shut the door, tears fill my eyes but I’m too afraid of him to not listen. I just move like a robot and do as I’m told.

I begin to change into tights and a t-shirt, bringing my brush through my hair and let it hang long and loose to finish drying. As I splash some cold water on my face, I can hear Gabriel and Jake’s voices echoing quietly from the porch when I shut the water off. It isn’t easy to hear them but if I concentrate I can.

“You got him ready?” Gabriel asks. I’d know his voice anywhere. In the short time I’ve known him, it’s become ingrained in me.

“Yeah, I’ll deliver him,” Jake answers,

“Take someone with you,” Gabriel commands.

“Nah, it brings too much heat, and you need all the guys to get this shit head six feet under. The ground is solid fuckin’ clay. I’m fine to go alone, he’s out cold right now.”

Tears come. They’re burying that man out there right now. His brain matter splattering against the wall behind him flashes through my mind and I feel instantly sick. I move to the toilet and hang my head over it, waiting for my stomach to empty any second.

“Ax went back to the party. We told him to. He can’t be absent from his own wedding,” Jake says.

“Good,” Gabriel says. I hear the amusement in his voice as he adds, “Give him the night off.”

“We’ll put him in the ground. See you back here in two hours, yeah?” Gabriel confirms.

“Yeah, man, give or take a few, depending. I’m gonna take the backroads in the van, and hey, uh, you gonna take care of that in there? Need any help?” he asks.

Fear ripples up my spine with another wave of nausea when I realize he’s talking about me. I’m that.

“I’ve got it covered,” Gabriel answers.

I hear Jake chuckle. “Fuck, it’s not like you to let pussy cloud your judgement. She watched you pull the trigger and she’s a prim and proper little sprite. She’ll go straight to the cops.”

“Enough,” Gabriel snarls angrily. “I said I’ve got it.”

“Yeah, yeah, gotcha, bro. Just gonna have a little fun first?” His laughter booms, but I don’t hear Gabriel’s response.

I throw up violently. I could make it off this island alive, but what I’m hearing is that they still want me dead. They don’t trust me at all, and I know that means I’m a threat.

I flush the toilet and lean against the cool bathtub. It soothes me.

Fire like I’ve never felt rises in my belly.

I will not go down without a fight. I will figure this out.

I stand and brush my teeth, then take a deep breath as I hear the rumble of Jake’s van or truck or whatever is out there.

I swipe my tears from my face and smooth my hair, holding my chin up as I exit the bathroom. When he sees me standing in the doorway, Gabriel looks up from placing a rather scary looking gun into a holster at his waist. He pulls out his phone and focuses on it, speaking to me without looking up.

“Stay here. I’ll be back. Chris will be outside the door.”

I speak in monotone. I shouldn’t ask him, but I need to know. “How do you not think about it? The image of him dying plays in my mind over and over. I can’t unsee it,” I bite out.

I close my eyes as it comes again. The way the back of his head opened up. The sound his body made when he hit the sticky floor. It’s not like the movies. It was like his face exploded. I open my eyes.

“I’ll never forget it,” I tell him, my eyes wide in horror as one tear slides down my cheek.

Gabriel moves to me in two quick strides. He pulls my head forward by the hair at the nape of my neck and swipes my tear away with the other hand.

“You choose to be stronger than this,” he pushes out. “People live and people die. Understand right now that he was a waste of skin. Never give him another thought and don’t you dare shed a tear over him. You just make the choice. Got it?”

I reach up to his hand in my hair and grip it as hard as I can while tears fill my eyes. “It’s not that easy—”

“Stronger,” Gabriel says in the deepest, calmest tone.

He’s holding me so tightly, I can’t look anywhere but into his eyes, and the rest of my body is held with no hope of getting free. I try to claw at the hand holding my hair, he’s pulling it so hard. He smirks at me with a sadistic grin.

“If you’re trying to make me hard again, it’s working,” he says.

My breath increases and I squeeze my eyes shut. He releases my hair.

My captor. I want to hurt him and savor him all at the same time.

The cabin door isn’t even fully shut before I pick up a vase and toss it against the wall in frustration over the impossible situation I’ve found myself in. It shatters. Good. I hope Gabriel slices himself open on it when he comes in, maybe that will make him hard too.

The back of my head still aches from where he held my hair, but I simply take my tights off, turn the light out, and crawl into bed. Then I let the tears fall.