Taming My Lycan Biker

Two

Alicia

I stopped breathing; my heart stopped beating. My illusion crumbled, taking me under. My feet felt rooted to the ground while I watched them like a doll.

He had her on all fours, with his d**k buried in her as he slammed into her from behind while she moaned shamelessly.

A second passed—none noticed me—then a minute. Every second felt like a part of me was being dragged out, my breathing shallow. Tears burned the base of my eyes while I tried to think to do something, to scream.

I couldn’t. The man I thought loved me was f*****g my sister, was telling her how good she was, how he could never get tired of f*****g her, how—

My lungs clenched.

“f**k!! You are driving me insane,” he groaned while she purred in satisfaction. Just then she c****d her head up and our gaze met.

I expected fear or shame, but her gaze was glinting in happiness. Her smile curled into a smirk as she stared at me.

“Baby!! Harder. You drive me even crazier,” she moaned, her eyes on me as the sound of their skin flapping thudded through the air and stabbed a dagger into my heart. “I wish we could be together,” she yelled as they both came at once.

“We are,” he grunted. “You and I and no one else.”

“Not even my sister?”

Slut!!!

“Not even that cheap bitch.” His words broke me. I opened my lips to scream, yet no words came out.

“Stop!” I mouthed. “Stop!!” Hot tears flowed down my cheeks as I forced out my words. “f*****g stop!!!!!” I screamed so hard the ground seemed to rattle.

His gaze met mine and he jerked away from her like she was hot coal.

“s**t!” he whispered underneath his breath, then hurried to pick up his shorts where they laid on the floor. “Baby, I—”

I didn't talk. I turned and I ran.

“Let me explain, f**k! I still love you,” he yelled after me while I ran faster, letting my legs lead.

My heart hammered against my ribcage, fast and ready to tear out of my body.

It hurts!! It hurts so much. My heart clenched, my lungs shrunk so hard—breathing felt like a thousand pins to my lungs.

My legs wobbled, my eyes blurred with tears, and so when I was about to collapse, a car rolled up.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” the driver asked, peering at me like I was a victim of molestation.

Without thinking I ducked into the car. “Drive, please just drive!!” I bit out as he slammed the accelerator and spun out.

I sank back into the leather chair, my hands wrapped around my body as I shut my eyes, letting the tears leak through my lashes.

God!! It hurts so much. I was so stupid, I—

More tears poured out and for a moment I let them do justice to the ache I was feeling, to bleed out until there was nothing left.

Seconds turned into minutes. He kept driving, still his patience wore thin.

“Ma’am. We have been driving for almost an hour. Where do you live or where do you want to go?” Frustration edged his voice.

I couldn’t go home. I didn’t have it in me to face them, to face mother or Evie. Staying close to her might lead to something bad; I might let out my anger on her and—

“Ma’am,” he called out.

I opened my lips to speak when a lady rushed to the car and slipped in.

“What the—”

“Sorry.” She giggled. I couldn't see her mostly because she sat in the front while I curled up at the back. “I need to go to Raves club.” she said and the man reluctantly agreed. His gaze met mine, demanding an answer. Without thinking, I blurted out:

“I'm going to Rave club.” They both stared at me.

I didn't know what exactly happened there, but it was the only place I could think of, plus I could get me a bathroom to cry in.

I laid back, seeking the little comfort it offered.

The next twenty minutes we arrived at the bar. Thankfully, the driver didn't charge me for the hour he used before. I stood staring at the club, my stomach twitched but it was too late. I couldn’t go back, I didn’t have anywhere to go, nor was going home a choice.

“Let's go!” The blonde dragged me through the door and the loud music greeted us. I froze, my swollen eyes searching through the maze of teenagers jumping, dancing, and living their merry life. “I would like to get to know you but I have plans, so see you around.” She chimed and disappeared into the crowd. I stood there for another minute, watching them.

I felt so stupid. So what if James never loved me? What if he betrayed me? It doesn't mean I would go off to cry.

Fuck him!!

Fuck Evie.

I swirled around, ready to leave, but on a second thought, I was already here, so why don't I make the best of it?

I wiped out the tears that still stained my cheeks and pushed my way through the crowd and to the bar. I took a seat, ready to order a drink when my gaze caught a couple all cuddled up; their PDA brought back memories that it shouldn't.

Me and James walking through the park, in the library. He was always so understanding and—

My heart tugged and the tears I thought I had gotten rid of returned.

“Ma’am, what shall we serve you?” the bartender asked while I dragged my gaze off the couple, my hand wrapped around myself trying to stop the tears.

“I—juice,” I wanted to say, but f**k that. “Your strongest.” He blinked slowly but didn’t dare object. The next second, a glass of a red-colored wine sat in front of me. I enveloped my hand around the glass and tossed its contents into my mouth. It sloshed through my throat and let out a burning sensation that seemed to douse the pain I felt.

“More!!” I anchored.

Thirty minutes later I gulped down my ninth glass. The pain had blurred out. I felt happier; my heart didn't clench in pain. It ached with the burns of the drink, which was better.

“I...loved him,” I slurped. “No, it's my fault. I...” I let out a burp while the bartender eyed me like I had thrown up on him. “I was wolfless. Only if I had a wolf then mother would love me, and father too, and sister and...” tears blurred my vision. “James too. Maybe if I was more like Evie, if I had a wolf like her, if I looked like mother, then maybe I would have been happy and...” I shifted my glass to the bartender. “More!!”

“Ma’am, I'm sorry but—”

“I said more!!” My scream was muffled by the jarring music.

He nodded.

“You know drinking isn't good.” I stilled; the hair on the nape of my neck stood at the velvet voice that spoke. Slowly I turned to the 6’2” man who stood beside me. His grey, stormy eyes met mine and for a moment I got lost. Dark hair gelled back with a strand falling to the front, thin brows, sharp nose that nestled over his red plum lips.

He took a seat beside me and I swallowed down.

I reached out to grab my glass when he leaned in, swiftly grabbing it before I did. His fresh scent of leather and rain gushed into my nostrils and my lungs clung to it greedily.

“Rude!” I snorted, trying to hide my reddened cheeks.

He was handsome, too handsome for my good.

I shifted and our legs grazed each other. It was a slight movement and we were fully clothed, but it didn’t stop heat from coursing through my body.

I licked my lips.

Who exactly was he?

“Stop looking,” he said, his tone a little harsh.

“Why?? I like looking at handsome men,” I bit out, gulping down the next glass faster than he could take it. “If you have a problem then leave or—”

“Or what?” He leaned in, his hot breath fanning my cheeks.

My gaze dropped down to the leather jacket he wore and to his black, barely buttoned shirt beneath. His tattoo peeked out and I leaned closer, urging to see it fully.

His large palm cupped my face and pushed me away from his embrace slightly. “Aren't you a naughty little rose?”

“I'm not little. I'm twenty years old,” I retorted.

“Still little.” His gaze dropped to my neck then back to my face.

“Arrogant jerk.” I nudged him off as he leaned out.

“Arrogant but handsome.”

“Kiss my ass,” I snorted.

“Why don't you bend over first?” His answer sent heat through my veins, pulling in places it shouldn't. The club zeroed out; reality dawned down to the both of us—no clubs, no music, no bartender, just us and the pull that sparked dangerous desires.

His Adam's apple flexed and I could see the way he breathed me in. His gaze wasn't far or soft; it was like a hunger marking out his prey.

“Stop looking,” he said, his voice hoarse.

I was going to regret this, but f**k life. I stood and leaned in—our bodies barely three inches away and so was our face. “Do you want to kiss me?”

His eyes widened for a fraction at my question, followed by a glint. His lips curled into a smirk. “You won't want—”

“f**k it,” I slurped and slammed my lips onto his.

He went rigid. I pressed closer, swaying my lips over his. My hands fisted his leather jacket, and just then I thought he was going to pull away. His left hand palmed my ass and the other fisted my hair, tugging me closer.

Fuck!