Page 30 of Soul of the Chaos

Something in that apocalyptic moon was clearly messing with my hormones. I was sporting a fucking lady boner for not one, not two, but three insanely hot and utterly ruthless killers. Apparently, I didn’t even have a type, or a look, or an anything. All three of the bikers—who couldn’t be more different from one another, despite the cuts they wore—called to me equally.

Under the influence of the Chaos, I’d been transformed into the unwitting central point of a triangle-shaped compass I couldn’t seem to step out of. Nor, it seemed, could they. Every time I shifted, their eyes immediately locked onto my position.

It was both intimidating and sexy as fuck. I pressed my thighs together to relieve a very annoying pressure. I didn’t want to be attracted to any of them. After everything I’d been through, I just wanted to go home.

Except I didn’t have a home, did I? At least, not one worth returning to.

The three men were linked. Not just to me, but to each other. They carried it in their bodies. The unspoken camaraderie of those that had sacrificed and bled for each other too many times to count. It seemed to go even deeper than that of the pack bond. Their connection was tangible and it was hot.

Clearly, loyalty made me horny. End of story.

I sighed. If only it was that simple. Unfortunately or thankfully—I couldn’t decide which—I wasn’t the least bit turned on by the sea of testosterone I was surrounded by. Though this dingy bar was crammed full of battle-stained, slightly-toasted warriors who would die for each other, I wasn’t hyper-focused on any of them.

I should have been. After all, we’d only escaped the clutches of one depraved MC to be delivered into the claws of another. My charges and I were hardly safe. The Soul Reapers had already proved themselves to be ruthless killers. And yet, despite my rigid posture, I hadn’t felt this relaxed in months.

Maybe I’d passed right through survival mode and out the other side into lunacy?

Oh, I was still on high alert, but I found myself in the mood for a very different kind of fight or flight. One which ended in a pile of ripped and sweaty sheets and was followed by lots of snuggling.

The Chaos hadn’t turned me into some wanton groupie, not like the sweetbutts perched on bar stools and cozied up to some of the handsier members of the MC. Those girls were all dolled up, ready to jump the bones of any wolf in the clubhouse.

I only wanted to mount three very specific wolves. The Prez, the Sgt. at Arms and the omega. All three of which had apparently been gifted with the super power of detonating my lady parts with a single look.

Case in point, the giant behind me who was burning a hole in my back. Don’t ask me how I knew he was looking, I just did.

Like a thundercloud, Mongrel was slouched in the doorway as if he didn’t want to get the filth of battle on his MC’s doormat. I shuddered as a wave of need tugged on me from his direction. As if the magic could somehow tell I was thinking about his bloodied, corded forearms. That gruesome visage alone should have been a turn off, instead I was ready to pant like a horny teenager.

With difficulty, I forced my frazzled brain cells away from musing on the orgasm I was never going to have, and listened to what the scowling alpha had to say.

“Now, I know the Chaos is a fucking shock to us all. Most of us believed the Blood Moon Goddess would never force her way into our lives again.” Grimm’s steely gaze floated around the room, powerful and deadly as he touched on each of the wolves present who stood a little straighter under his scrutiny. “Right now, the beast is riding you hard to fuck, maim and kill. But we are not governed by our wolves. No one—and I mean no one—is claiming a mate tonight from those we’ve only just rescued by tooth and claw.”

I held my breath, expecting a chorus of snarls to cut through the shocked silence. However, the pack merely waited for their alpha to elaborate. My charges shifted uncomfortably behind me, unsure of what would come next. After all, the Prez hadn’t said we wouldn’t be mated off. He said no one could claim us yet.

“The mating bond is sacred. It is to be respected. And in my pack, it is a life-bond formed between equals. Strictly mutual. That means, for the idiots in the back, wanted. Desired, without coercion or fear of reprisal by both parties. No exceptions. If you want to mate, you and your mate—or mates—will come to me or my VP before you seal the deal. Got it? The animal in us may have been guided by the Goddess to their fated mate but it will be the human side of us who chooses.”

His voice dropped to gravel and his power suddenly pulsed like a war drum in the room, causing many of the wolves and some of my charges to shrink under the weight of his will.

“If I hear of a forced mating, I will personally gut the wolf responsible. First, I will chop off their balls and then I will leave my special knife in them to bleed out. It will not be pretty. It will be as painful and drawn out as I can make it, brother or not. Got it?”

This time a wave of hasty agreements rolled through the room and more than a little shuffling to protect essential boy parts.

“For those of you who haven’t had the joy of riding out a Chaos before—congratu-fucking-lations. You have seven more days and nights of this shit to live through. Better find a sweetbutt or two and make yourselves comfortable.”

Seven days?! I bit back a groan of my own at that little tidbit. I might be dead from ovary asphyxiation by that point.

“Bulletproof will draw up a roster for guard duty. We don’t know how many of those shitheads escaped. Nor when they will come for their merchandise—” he sneered that word and a chorus of equally defiant snarls erupted around the room in support, “—but mark my words, when those piss-weak animals come at us, we will finish them.”

A bloodthirsty cheer went up at the thought of more killing and I smirked. The movement drew the alpha’s stern gaze to me and the world shifted on its axis again. Gravity bent its knee to Grimm and I hated how much I wanted to preen or something equally barf-worthy.

“Other than that you’ll be free to fuck or fight your way through the week.”

My face blazed at the lazy way Grimm drawled the word fuck while his gaze beat down on me. His eyes wandered away while Silver’s remained fixated on my face, like the omega was using me as a litmus test. But was he gaging my reactions to Grimm specifically or his proclamations from on high as the Prez?

“And if you think you’ve found your mate, get wooing. Because when the Blood Moon exits the sky so, too, will your chance of bonding. Wolf or not. Who knows if the magic will return?”

The alpha sounded like he would prefer that it didn’t. At least on that we could agree.

The Prez glared at the nearest wolves who were getting way too handsy during all this talk of fucking and bonding. “Razor, while the Chaos reigns, you’ll do your fucking in private. That goes for the rest of you, too. This clubhouse is no longer your open whorehouse. Our animals are worked up enough as it is. We don’t need any challenges spurred on by PDAs.”

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