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“Daddy… I… I’ve never done it… like this,” I gasp, my eyes rolling back in my head as Jace hits my G-spot and simply holds his position for a moment and looks me deep in the eye.

“Tell me when you want me to fuck you hard,” Jace commands, rocking slightly, just enough to massage my special spot.

“Mmmph, fuck me hard now,” I moan.“Don’t worry about me, just fuck me hard and fast and cum inside me. Use me. Own me. I need to feel you lose yourself inside me.”

And with that, Jace thrusts hard and fast, my legs still up by my shoulders and my entire body reaching to each and every pump as I feel Jace’s heavy balls bang up against me.

“Hold on, boy, hold on tight,” Jace growls, his final thrusts so hard that I’m worried the entire bed frame might collapse on itself.

I reach down and squeeze my cock, jerking it hard and fast and shooting my load all over myself as Jace drives his dick like a steam train all the way home until he climaxes too.

Jace pulls out and I shut my eyes and feel a kind of satisfaction that I’ve never thought possible before. This is what being taken by a Daddy feels like—and I’m lucky enough to have experienced it a second time with Jace.

But as we lie side by side, I know that we’re only a phone call away from the madness and mayhem of Wolf Rider life…

Chapter 11

Jace

If I thought that I was going to get a good night’s sleep after taking the boy hard and deep, I should have known better. One phone call and it was back into the thick of it…

The night’s a fucking inferno.

The Wolf Rider clubhouse is a fortress under siege, the air thick with gunpowder and the roar of bikes.

The Iron Vipers came for us, just like their note warned, hitting hard with a dozen men, their cuts marked by the coiled snake that’s haunted my nightmares since this war started.

My brothers are fighting like hell—Tank’s a bulldozer, smashing through a Viper with a crowbar. Razor’s picking off targets from the roof, his rifle steady. I’m at the center, my Glock barking, my knife slick with blood, every move fueled by one thing… keeping Caleb safe.

The boy’s inside, behind the bar, where I told him to stay. But knowing he’s this close to the chaos twists my gut like a blade.

Worse, Crow is out there, his voice cutting through the gunfire, taunting.

“You can’t save him, Jace!” Crow shouts, and I see red, my rage a living thing.

But I’m done letting these bastards threaten my sweet boy.

Tonight, this ends for good. No more second chances, I don’t care if a hundred cops show up. Crow is going down.

I duck behind a stack of crates, reloading, my shoulder throbbing from the graze I took last fight.

Caleb patched me up, his hands steady despite his fear, and his voice—We do this together—is what’s keeping me sharp.

He’s not just my boy, he’s my partner, my reason, and I’ll burn the world down before I let the Vipers touch him.

I signal Tank, pointing toward the east fence where Crow’s rallying his men.

“Flank ‘em,” I mouth, and he nods, moving with a group of brothers including Arch and Razor. “Fast. Go!”

As I move, I spot Caleb through the window, crouched low, his eyes wide but fierce, and I know he’s holding it together for me.

I told him to stay put, but he’s got that fire, the kind that made him stand up to Tank, walk into this hell to find me. I love him so fucking much it hurts, and it’s that love driving me now, not just the club. This is something else entirely.

Crow’s making a push, his men breaching the fence, and I’m on him, sprinting through the chaos, my boots pounding gravel.

A Viper swings at me, his knife flashing, but I dodge, slamming my fist into his throat. He drops, gasping, and I keep moving, my eyes locked on Crow…

Crow’s tall, lean, with a scar across his cheek and a smirk that makes me want to blast him to hell. He raises his gun, but I’m faster, tackling him into the dirt, my knife at his throat.

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