Page 10 of Wolf

The guys all nodded, and with that, I slammed the gavel down on the table and officially calledChurchdone.

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It had beena day or so since Charon’s visit. I stood in the compound in the middle of the day, filled with brothers drinking and smoking and relaxing, working out the tension brewing with our latest news. It felt tooquiet.

I looked to Lamb, who sat behind the bar, rearranging shit like always. Pipe had been in the bar the night before and had slightly shifted a bottle or two, and as usual, Lamb was there to put things back exactly where he decided they were meanttogo.

“Where is she?” I asked, creeping my way onto my stool, not without checking all the screws were still in it. It was my favorite stool, right at the end, which gave me a sweeping look of the room, and it was common knowledge this was where I sat. Common knowledge that had landed me on my ass a few weeks ago when Anna had taken all the screws outofit.

“Not here,” Lamb pointed out the obvious, earning a glare from me. He flashed me a grin before sobering. His pale brown eyes looked toward the door as if expecting her to walk through it any second. When she didn’t, he set the last of the bottles down in their correct places and pulled his phone out of his pocket, firing off aquicktext.

He didn’t say anything as he got me a cold beer from the fridge and set it down in front of me. I popped the cap with my hand and let my gaze wander around the bar. My eyes landed on Georgia. She sat on the side of the pool table, where a few of the brothers were playing a game, but the second she noticed me looking, she hopped off and moved in mydirection.

She strutted up, sashaying her hips in those tiny pink leather shorts, partnered with a cropped top that exposed her tits through the lace. Normally, I bitched at the girls for wearing little shit like that during the day, since kids were in and out of here constantly, but it was a Monday, and if any kid walked in here while they were supposed to be at school, seeing slutty girls would be the least of theirproblems.

Her long nails slid up my arms, softly scratching across my skin, knowing I liked a little bit of pain to curve off my pleasure. She didn’t tease me with words and pointless flirting; she knew I hated that shit. Instead, she just let her hands skim under my shirt toward my jeans and belt. Her eyes never left mine as she reached down to palm my half-mast erection through myjeans.

Lamb’s phone beeped with a returned text, and I saw him pocket it withoutlookingup.

I was about to ask what he was doing by not telling me when I heard thatsound.

Anna’s red boots were the first thing through the door, and the rest of her that followed was just as tempting. She had swapped out her lawyer outfit in exchange for her casual club clothes. Like Lamb, the pair of them had separate wardrobes, one for work and one for the club, but I didn’t give two shits what Lamb wore. I did with Anna, though. Her curved thighs and legs were hugged by jeans like a second skin. The waist dipped low, exposing the piece of skin where her stomach ended and her moundbegan.

She had on one of those bodice-things the club girls liked to wear, but unlike Georgia’s that was basically just a bra, Anna’s reached down across her ribs and hugged them tightly, and the cups of the front were black leather that hid just enough of her skin so her nipples didn’t show but instead pushed the tops of her globes out like ripe apples. A thin necklace hung in the deep valley between, not taking away the treat of her pale collarbone and the soft curves of her shoulders. Her makeup was minimal, except for the bright-red lips that were plump and rounded, daring to bebitten.

She looked around the bar, running her hand through her hair and exposing some of the tattoos she had inked on her skin. Words were written in Elvish scrolled down her arm and carried on down her side and across her breast. I didn’t know what it meant, and she refused to ever fucking tell me. I didn’t give enough of a damn to learn Elvish to translate it, but the curiosity was stillthere.

I was acutely aware of Georgia’s eyes darkening at the growth of the erection in my jeans as I watched Anna strut her way over to the boys and start talking and laughing. It was fucking ridiculous that I had to go through this every time I saw her when all I wanted to do was tear a hole in those jeans and fuck her until she submitted to me. But notthisgirl.

This game with Anna was playing with fire; just a single slipup would put me in a coma. I had only gotten as far as the emergency room at the hospital, but the game had escalated over the years, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she started poisoning my beer. If she did, she would give me the antidote, but not until I beggedforit.

It was just the kind of bitchshewas.

“Lamb,” Anna called out, moving in my direction. She reached the bar, purposely ignoring my gaze, and leaned over the wooden counter, her tits looking like they were about to pop straight out of that tight-asscorset.

The growl that came out of my lips was conflicted. I wanted her to put her tits away, so no other man could ogle them, but at the same time, hiding those tits would be a sin. I used to be an ass man, figuring a girl with firm tits was as good as any, but when I met Anna, I’d been mesmerized byhertits.

I saw the hair on Anna’s arms stand up as I looked over Georgia’s shoulder. Georgia had taken my growl as a moan from the way her hand had slipped underneath my belt and was rubbing her hand along myharddick.

In my head, Georgia’s face had long since been swapped out for Anna’s. I was aware of her purposely ignoring me, but I was also imagining her stroking my dick with soft, slow pumps to draw out mygrowingneed.

My eyes looked past Georgia at Anna, who was now talking to Lamb. I could see the fight between her body and mind. Her head’s will to ignore me was conflicting with her body’s heat growing for me, knowing what Georgia was doing, and knowing my eyes were on her. Her long, red nails tapped impatiently on the bar and her thighs were pressed tightly together. Her ass perked slightly high in the air as she leaned forward, her breasts on display. She was a bitch in heat; her body knew it, but her mindresisted.

I let out a small rumble as I thought about Anna’s red nails running up the side of my dick, and I heard a tremor in Anna’s voice as she spoke to Lamb. Lamb ignored what was going on but was purposely elongating their conversation to see more of Anna’s amusing reaction. Of course, Lamb just liked to fuck with people, and although I was his main source of entertainment, always had been, Anna was no exception to his games. Though she was significantly lesspickedon.

Lamb then frowned as Anna passed him a piece of paper, and he took his phone out of his pocket and began typing something in as hewalkedaway.

Anna proceeded to look everywhere else but in my direction as she waited for Lamb’s return. She could have gone to sit with one of the boys who were doing their best to stay occupied in their own happenings, but she didn’t. She stayed exactly where she was atthebar.

Georgia pulled my erection out of my jeans, and her head went down to the tip as I was growing closer to the edge. She licked the precum and sucked the rest in her mouth. She could only get her mouth around the first half due to my thick width and length, and when Georgia began to groan, thingschanged.

Anna turned to look at me. Her eyes were narrowed in a glare, but she couldn’t hide the heat inside them. She held my gaze, desperate to battle me in a contest of wills as she fought not to look down and not to look away. She wanted to show me it wasn’t getting to her, but I knew lust. And I saw it in her eyes. I wasn’t the only one imagining her in Georgia’splace.

I saw her lips move as her teeth reached out to bite them but stopped halfway. Her scowl turned into half-lidded eyes as Georgia moved faster and faster on the length of my dick until I let out a soft growl as my hot cum went spilling into the back of herthroat.

Georgia licked her lips as she lifted her head, and I tucked my dick back into my jeans and zipped them up. When she looked at my face, she finally noticed what I was looking at, and with a huff under her breath, she flashed her eyes at Anna beforewalkingaway.

Anna let her eyes follow Georgia instead of looking at mine, and when Georgia walked out of sight, her eyes moved back to the bar, but on their return trip, they got stuck. Her eyes met mine again, and it was like a flash of heat burst through us both. I saw her thighs tighten, and despite my recent release, my half-mast erectionreturned.

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