Page 25 of Heron's Flame

“They’ll be with us. We good with that?”

Fists pounded the table as the members agreed.

“Eagle Eye?” Crow rumbled as the man in question lifted his head. “Need you to dig up whatever you can find on Hammerhead and his club. I want to know his real name, the members, and anything else to give us an advantage before the rally.”

“You got it, Pres.”

“Only officers at the meet, but I don’t want anyone goin’ far. You stay at the rally. No one leaves.”

Nods from the men in the room followed.

“Until then, we celebrate Bella’s birthday. She’s looking forward to the barbecue tonight. I got all her favorite foods, and several deliveries are still being made. Stay sharp. I don’t want any surprises with Hammerhead showing up in Las Vegas.”

His concerns were legit. We didn’t know shit about this guy, his club, or what they wanted. Until we did, we kept our shit locked down. Asking for a meeting this close to the rally roused suspicion, especially because it happened at the last minute.

After church, I spent several hours helping with deliveries and prep. A sweaty mess, I headed back to my room to shower, change clothes, and prepare for the party. When I shoved my arms through the sleeves of my cut, I noticed my phone had several missed texts.

Rebel missed me.

With a grin, I swiped across to read her messages when I caught the photo she sent me.

Oh, dirty girl. You’re gonna pay for this, preferably with my hand on your ass.

“Or my cock in your pussy,” I murmured aloud.

The tease had sent a full frontal to me, nude, sexy, legs spread wide. Her pussy glistened like she’d just finished playing too. Slick and ready. All pink and perfect.

Fuck.

She only wrote one sentence:I’m yours if you can get me alone.

Challenge. Fucking. Accepted.

Instant lust filled my brain, and my dick hardened, tenting my jeans. The realization hit me that she did this for two reasons. One, she was fucking horny. I had no problem being the one to satisfy her needs. Two, it was her way of letting me know I finally got my chance. She didn’t want to wait any longer. My girl needed me.

I left my room on a mission. There wasn’t a soul at The Roost able to steer me from my goal. Both my mind and my dick were in agreement. I had to locate Rebel as swiftly as possible. I would fucking burst if I wasn’t inside her soon.

Hawk tried to talk to me. I brushed him off. Cuckoo stood in front of me, and I growled, shoving him aside as I found Rebel’s scent first and her sexy body second. That sweet blossom of a female was bent over a pool table in shorts so tiny her ass cheeks fell out the damn bottom.

She held that stick in her hand, gliding her palm down as I approached. Her pink tongue flicked out of her mouth before she licked her bottom lip. She wiggled her ass as she took her shot and gained the attention of every single guy in the room.

“Mine.” The word exploded from my chest like the crack of thunder.

Rebel slowly rose off the table, placing her stick aside. She hopped onto the surface and opened her legs wide. I swear to fuck; I almost punched several of my brothers as they nearly salivated at the sight of those soft parted thighs. She leaned back, giving me a coy smile.

“Say it,” I ordered as my voice boomed across the bar.

She didn’t have to ask what I wanted. Rebel knew.

“I’m yours, Heron.”

Fuckkkkkk. Something inside me settled, and the jealousy began to fade as urgency rode me hard. Mate.Now.

Any remaining barrier to our union would be eliminated.

I felt the crows and their excitement, their caws ringing loudly outside as I strode toward Rebel and claimed her.

Chapter 8 Rebel

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