Zodiac Kings MC Almaric's Power

Chapter 2 Crow POV

I don’t know what came over me. I have always respected others’ boundaries. Well, almost always. There are a few moments in my life where I didn’t respect someone else’s boundaries. It never worked out well for me or anyone around me. There was just something about this man that got under my skin, my defenses, into my soul. I know he out ranks me in the club, him being one of the Founders and all, and him being eight years older, but still. I can feel my lips pulling into a smirk. He’s still trying to flail about on my shoulder as I carry him to the SUV one of the prospects brought. I forgot which one owns the cage. There are three prospects and they are all so different. Yet I can never remember who’s who and all that s**t. I literally have to ask for their names every time I need them for something. Which, to be honest, I try not to need them because I can’t ever remember their damn names. “PROSPECT ONE!” I shouted so loudly that it startled everyone around me. Including hot stuff over my shoulder.

“Seriously?! That was unnecessary on a s**t ton of levels. And loud in my ear arsehole!” Amalric says in that panty-melting Scottish brogue of his. f**k. He can say whatever the f**k he wants in that accent of his and just about everyone around him gets flushed, and wants to drop their pants and be stuffed full by him. Myself included most of all.

All three prospects look at each other, then back at me and then clamor to open the back door of the cage so I can place Amalric and get him to the hospital. Normally, we would take them both back to the clubhouse and get them patched up, but we noticed at once that Ammar had a bad head injury and Amalric’s leg looked like someone took a scalpel to it. It's been bleeding through the sweats since I put them on his sculpted thighs. When I was pulling them up, I noticed he was getting a woody. Made me want to tease him a little, then a lot. But the room full of people prevented me from doing what I really wanted to do, take that beautiful, and what looked huge, c**k out of his boxer briefs and swallow him down whole. Not many people know this about me, but I have no gag reflex.

“Alright princess, your chariot awaits.” I tell Amalric as I set him down on his right leg since his left is the one that is severely f****d up. I hear all three prospects suck in a breath and I glance over to see all three taking a few steps back. I smirk at that. They don’t know what I know. Amalric may be six foot eight and two hundred and ninety pounds of gorgeously sculpted muscle, but when it comes to me, not only does he not say no. He gets a little mushy and needy. Not that I’d ever tell him that. He’d deny it for the rest of his life to all who would listen, he’d also never speak to me again. I turn back around and see a fist coming at my face. Whoops. Too late I don’t have time to dodge or stop it. WHAM!

I open my eyes to a blue sky that’s being blocked by 2 prospects faces that are way too close for my liking. I groan because my face feels like it got hit by a train. I don’t remember how I got on the ground. I sit up slowly and the prospect help me up. I look around and don’t see the cage or Adalricus, or the third prospect. Oh, right. I got punched in the face. s**t. Now I have to stop by the store and pick out either flowers, chocolate, or a stupid bear to say sorry. I swear he is so sensitive sometimes. I try to open my mouth to stretch out the muscles in my face and hear the loud crack of my jaw. That felt nice. I gingerly touch the left side of my face to see if he broke any bones. I hiss when my hand comes back slightly bloody. Damn, he hit me harder than I thought. “How long was I out?” I ask the prospects.

Their hesitation made me nervous for a moment. I stared at them as they looked anywhere but at me. I snapped my fingers in their faces and they cringed. They looked behind them into the parking lot and I glanced behind them to see what it was they were looking at. It was empty except of the prospects cage and my bike. Wait, what? Empty? I look back at the clubhouse, look in the parking lot, and then turn to the prospects. They had the same look on their faces, they were both cringing. I sighed deep.

“How long was I out for and who all took pictures?” I ask wearily. Knowing the probability of that most, if not all my brothers took pictures of me flat on my ass and out cold.

“You’ve been out for around 20 minutes and everyone took pics boss.” Prospect two said. I groan out loud and pray to the moon goddess that she makes the pics fuzzy and blank. I doubt I’ll get that lucky but one can hope.

“Alright, let’s head out.” I start to walk to my bike when a throat clears behind me. I stop, turn and see both of them standing there looking at me with pity. “What now?” I ask irritably.

“Um, well, the Prez said to have you go with one of us to the hospital to get checked out before you get back on your bike. And that one of us is to drive your bike and follow behind the cage.” Prospect number two says with a pained look on his stupid face. f**k. I take my phone out and call the Prez up.

“Yes, I told them to take your ass and your precious bike to the hospital. Suck it up buttercup. Gettcha ass in the cage and hand over the keys. I know you don’t like anyone driving your baby but you now have what is classified as a head injury. Get checked out, get cleared and get yer ass home so we can start the BBQ before the others start to arrive sleeping beauty!” Adalricus said. As he was hanging up, I heard a ruckus of laughter in the background when he called me sleeping beauty. I looked at the prospects and fished out my keys from my pocket. I held them out to the nearest guy and as he reached for them, I snatched them back.

“My bike, is worth more than your life, drive carefully. Because your life truly does depend on it.” I threatened. The prospect gulped loudly and then gently took the keys from me. He looked at the other prospect, probably hoping he’d ride it instead. Prospect three laughed and said, “Good luck.” And walked towards the cage. What were their names again? Ugh, I hated that I couldn’t remember their names, like ever. It wasn’t something I was proud of and constantly annoyed me. As I walked to the cage I noticed that it was one of those Kia mid-sized SUVs. “What kinda cage is this?” I ask in a quizzical tone.

“It’s a Kia Sorento.” The prospect sniffed delicately. Oh, right. This must be Samhain. They use they/them pronouns and were non-binary. And if the sticker on the back windshield of the car was any indicator, Pansexual. Samhain was pretty, almost like a girl kind of pretty. My guess, they stood at five foot ten inches in bare feet. Medium brown hair with hot pink highlights throughout the long wavy tresses that reached the middle of their back. Hazel eyes that’ll cut through your soul like a razor blade, and light brown skin that had a few freckles that kisses his shoulders and across his delicate upturned nose. They were dressed in a floral print crop top that showed off their toned belly underneath their prospect cut, paired with wide leg pin striped black pants that hugged an ass that you could bounce a quarter off of and crack a walnut at the same time. Samhain was a fem and that was cool. No one in our club judged or discriminated. It wasn’t allowed, legally. It was written in our bylaws. For every chapter in the entirety of the club, national and international too. I took a closer look at the cage before I got in the backseat. It wasn’t exactly a bad car, but it just wasn’t my kind of cage. It was this light purple color with what looked like sparkle flakes in the sheen. The inside was black leather with the same light purple as details and trim on the seats.

The driver and front passenger seats had covers on them, “Hang on, are those ‘Stitch’ seat covers?” I ask incredulously. I glance at him with what probably is a ‘wtf’ look on my face.

“If that’s a problem, you can take a cab.” They glare at me, daring me to make a comment they won’t like. I’ve seen this prospect and their propensity for any type of blade, and it quite frankly scares the s**t out of me. Any type of blade they get their hands on can and will be turned into a murder weapon. I saw them threaten a homophobe at the grocery store with a plastic knife. I also saw said homophobe piss his pants when that plastic knife was presses up against his ball sack. No thank you.

“I didn’t say it was a problem, I just didn’t know is all. And I’m still your boss, telling me to catch a cab will get you bathroom duty for a month. If I was so inclined to be an asshole. But you caught me on at a good moment, I’m too tired to deal with your prissy ass attitude. Get in, I wanna go home as soon as possible.” I say as I climb in. Oh, look at that, a matching ‘Stitch’ steering wheel cover. I lay down in the backseat as soon as I close the door.

Samhain turns the car on with a push of the button and then turns to me and says, “Sit up and put your seatbelt on, you big baby. You aren’t the one who was tortured today.” And then turns back around to put on their own seatbelt. I rolled my eyes and flinched. Yeah, that hurt. I sat up anyway and put my seatbelt on and off we went. We ended up going to Baylor in Sherman because it was the closest. When Samhain dropped me off at the E.R. door, it was with a resounding and snooty, “You’re welcome”. Before they drove away and rolled up the window. It was early October and fall and Halloween décor was up everywhere. I mean seriously, it looked like a hobby store threw up in here.

“Hi, welcome to Baylor Scott and White Emergency room, how can I assist you today?” A nurse in bright orange and black scrubs asked in a thick southern accent. She gave me a thorough once over, then twice over. Yeah, I may be sexually fluid, but not with someone with bright orange lipstick that’s pooled in the corners of her lips, and blue eyeshadow that I think was supposed to be a ‘smokey eye’ look. I dated a girl a few years ago who never left her room without having perfect makeup on. Drove me nuts and made us late for everything. Never again, no thank you.

“Yeah, hi. I need someone to look at my face. I got punched in the eye during an argument with my boyfriend.” So, I embellished a little. Who the f**k cares. As long as she stops looking at me like a fifteen-year-old twink looks at a dildo and lube. Talk about an ick factor. “Also, said boyfriend was brought in just a bit ago, nasty knife wound on his leg and a whole bunch of other stuff too.”

Her face twists into a frown as she comes to the realization that I am not even slightly interested. “Lemme check the logs.” She says curtly. No longer even pretending to be nice anymore. “Room 102.” She clips and walks off.

I blow out a breath and start walking towards the hallway with the rooms. I see the signs on the walls indicating room numbers and directions and follow them until I come to 102. I don’t hear anything inside so I slowly slide the door open a crack to peek inside. Oh f**k. He’s still beautiful. Even beat to s**t, bloody, bruised and unconscious. I hear him snoring softly and I nearly groan with how adorable it is. I slip inside and walk to the side of the bed that doesn’t have all the IV’s and wires on it that most likely feed him saline and keep track of his heart rate and blood pressure. I feel the urge to stroke his cheek but don’t want to wake him so I pull up the only chair in the room and bring it next to his bed and sit down. I had a feeling we’d be here a while. I had another urge to hold his hand, but this time I didn’t hold back. I grabbed it gently and brought his knuckles to my lips and kissed them softly. I heard him sigh softly and I quickly looked up at his face to see if he’d woken up but he hadn’t. I leaned forward and rested my head on the side of the bed and waited for the doctor to finally get here to fix him up. Everything went dark.

I must have fallen asleep because when I felt a light tapping on my shoulder. s**t, did Almaric wake up already? I lift my head and turn to look around.

“I’m sorry to wake you but visiting hours are coming to an end and we need to move him to a proper room so that we can prep him for surgery tomorrow.” Says a nice-looking young woman. She’s pretty, with pixie like facial features and light brown hair with a golden hue. Damn. She’s tiny too, around 5 foot even if I’d had to guess. Her ID badge says her name is Shelley Doran.

“I’m not allowed to leave him. My bosses, his brothers, would kill me. And not in a metaphorical term either. I don’t know if you have noticed, but I’m too good looking to die so soon and be buried in an unmarked grave.” I say with my most dazzling smile.

“Oh, well, um. You still have to go though. I’m not allowed to let you stay.” Shelley says. She shrugs her shoulders and starts towards the door. My smile always works, yet fell flat with this girl, why? “Oh, and if you’re wondering why I didn’t fall for that smile, I’m a lesbian. You don’t do it for me.”

I’m gaping as she waltzes out the door like she didn’t just deliver a blow to my ego. I have f****d lesbians before. They all said the same thing, I was the only d**k worth having, and I ate good p***y. Dang, if I wasn’t in love with Almaric I would be offended. Eh, whatever. I look to the man himself. He’s so still, and pale as f**k. Beautiful, but still looks like the god of Death came to hang around to see whether or not he kicked the bucket.

If he did decide to give up, which I highly doubt he would just because he’s that much of a stubborn asshole, I’d have Evangeline, or hell, a Voodoo Priest/Shaman man, bring his ass back just so I could kick it and tell him he’s not allowed to leave me with these people. Then I’d kiss the s**t out of him and f**k him until the outline of my c**k was imprinted on his soul. This man, I’d go to the ends of the earth for, die for, kill for, and he still won’t even be alone in the same room with me for a moment. Too bad now asshole, I’m stickin’ around this time. He’s asleep and none the wiser. As I’m musing to myself, I take a good long look at him. 6ft 8in and 290lbs of pure muscle. Not an ounce of fat on him, unless you count that delectable and bitable ass of his. Dark blond hair like my own, only his had gold and ice blonde highlights, whereas mine only has golden highlights. Both of us have the natural highlights going on, though my own hair is shoulder length and thick as f**k, and currently in a messy man-bun piled on top of my head, and Almaric’s hair is shaved on the sides and 4-5 inches long on top.

I can picture it now, him on his knees, my thick hard c**k pummeling in and out of his mouth, making him gag and drool all over my d**k. My hands are wrapped in his hair, tight, just like I know his ass will be when I breech it for the first time. My breath comes in shallow pants and my jeans are tight and my thick length, hard in my pants, making it hard to move without worrying I’ll cut off the circulation to it.

The door opens again and the nurse from before is standing there with 2 security officers. And a sheriff’s deputy. f**k. “Why hasn’t anyone come to clean up his injuries, or even change his bandages?” I ask irritably in leu of pleasantries. If she was gonna be a b***h, I’ll be one too. Only I do it better and badder.

She stops just inside the door, her eyes going wide and face paling slightly. The deputy steps up behind her and looks at the side of her face, because she won’t look at him. She’s glaring at me and the look in her eyes says she wants to kill me.

“Shelley, you wanna answer the man on why your patient hasn’t been taken care of yet, or should I tell him for you?” He asked in a tone that brokered no argument about whether or not the information would be told.

Shelley had the nerve to sniff her nose like she smelled something foul, turned to face the deputy and said, “If I wanted to be around garbage all day, I’d work in sanitation.” And promptly walked away, leaving me with 2 confused security guards, a deputy that looked like he was contemplating violence against the young nurse.

“I’m sorry bout her,” the deputy says, “She lost her fiancé in a shoot out between 2 rival biker gangs out in California. It’s been a year and a half and my sister is still not over it. She blames all bikers, good and bad. I know you and yours didn’t have anything to do with it, but she won’t see it that way yet.” He says with an apologetic look on his face. I screw my face into a ‘yeah, right’ look and he sighs. “Well, lemme go see if I can find a different nurse or someone to take a look at you both before you need to leave, and you do need to leave. It’s well past the end of visiting hours.” He walks out the door and the security guys follow him.

A few minutes later and a guy in scrubs comes in. He’s kinda cute in the boyish looking way. I knew of at least half the people in my club that would eat him up. In more literal ways than 1. I was staring at his features, dark brown hair, tan skin, bright green eyes, high cheek bones, and full kissable lips that would look amazing wrapped around a fat c**k. He cleared his throat and when my eyes snapped back to his he was blushing so much so that his ears, which had simple studs in them, were red.

“Um, I’m here to take a look at your face and then clean off this patient and change his dressings.” He muttered.

“Speak up kid, I ain’t gonna bit. Unless you ask me to.” I said on a chuckle. He flushed an even darker shade of red I didn’t think was possible.

“Don’t be an arsehole to the kids ya shit.” I snapped my head to the right to see Almaric’s eyes open and glaring at me.

“Oh thank fuck.” I breathed out as I lunged and sealed our lips together. I heard a gasp come from the direction of the male nurse and ignored it. Almaric’s mouth opened on an inhale and I used that as an opportunity to sweep my tongue in and claim him fully. Pain sliced through my bliss and the fucker bit my tongue hard enough to draw a fair amount of blood and make it swell up.

“GAH! You thucker! You bit my tongue! Wah da hell?!” I shouted out as I stuck my tongue out to try and see the damage. I heard the nurse start to giggle and I turned to glare at him. He had the perfect innocent look on his face like he didn’t know what I was mad about. Innocent my ass.

“Haven’t ye heard of no takin’ advantage of the injured?” His brogue was even thicker than earlier. He really must not be feeling well if he’s not trying to tone it down like I know he usually does to help others understand him better.

“I wasn’t takin advantage you asshole, I was happy you’re finally awake. You’ve been snoring like a bear for hours.” I snapped out and then immediately felt bad because he was more injured than me. His face was all busted up, my kiss probably hurt since his bottom lip was busted in the left side. He had 2 black eyes and a gash on the bridge of his nose that had dried blood around it. I sagged back into my seat with a sigh. Turning to the nurse, “What’s your name kid?”

“Mitchell.” He says, walking over to my side of the room and starts looking over my face, then he prods the back of my head and pulls away when I hiss at a particularly tender spot. “Hm, let’s see those eyes again. Follow the light without moving your head please.” He shines a pen light in my eyes and starts to move it around as my eyes track it’s every move. It hurts like a b***h to go too far on the sides and he must notice that I don’t follow all the way because he makes that ‘hmm’ sound again. “You probably have a concussion, you’ll have to have someone drive you home and stay with you to make sure you don’t have any complications. As for your face, nothings broken and it’ll heal just fine.” He puts the light away and turns to Almaric. I scoot the chair away and let him have room to work.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to get everything that I need to help with what I’m able to do. Tomorrow, you have surgery scheduled in the morning so they can fix your leg. From what I read on the chart, it was probably a straight knife or a scalpel. It also says that something was put on it and created blisters around it. The doctors want to make sure no permanent damage was done and sew you back up.” Mitchell says. He goes out the door and I get a chance to stare at his ass. I’m an ass man, sue me. And what an ass Mitchell has. Damn, cutest bubble butt I’ve seen on a guy in a while. Well, one that I’d actually f**k. I’ve seen plenty of bubble butts in my time, hardly any make me want to f**k their brains out so hard they lose their voice from screaming in ecstasy for hours on end. I snap my head towards the bed when I hear a growl. Almaric is watching me stare after the kid and his gorgeous ass, and he doesn’t like it. I smirk, “Something wrong, Almaric?” I ask sarcastically. He won’t admit to liking me, even a little bit, but the second I look at someone else for more than a few seconds and he becomes jealous and pouty.

“Don’t f**k with my nurse.” He growls and then turns his head the other way. I can’t tell in the light but it looks like his ears are a bit flushed. I stand up and walk over to the bed and stand beside it. I place my hand on top of his head and he turns back to me. Stubbornness and just a hint of what I’m hoping to be arousal stare back at me through his beautiful emerald green eyes. Even if they are bloodshot and bruised. They are still vibrant and look right through me.

I lean down, giving him ample opportunity to turn his head away, or voice his rejection, he doesn’t. My lips meet his in a soft and tender kiss. I’m more mindful of his busted lip this time and give the cut a little lick. I can feel him starting to melt a little into the kiss. He angles his head up a little more, for some more kisses and I oblige.

I stand there, just giving him gentle kisses with little swipes of my tongue on his lips, never going in his mouth. I didn’t want him biting me again. His own tongue comes out to swipe at my upper lip and I hum in approval. I got to give him more kisses when Mitchell comes back in, wheeling a trolly.

“Oopps. Sorry, I forgot to knock.” At least he looks a bit sheepish and apologetic for interrupting. I look back down at Almaric and see the shutters coming back down behind his eyes. I sigh, s**t. So much for making progress.

“Well, I should get going. I need to go feed my animals anyway.” I say with as much nonchalance as I can muster. I don’t think anyone bought it by the looks they both gave me. Both of them know I’d rather still be kissing Almaric. Whatever, I really do need to go feed my critters. While the clubhouse was really nice, all the members had their own homes. Mine just so happened to be here in Sherman. I owned 30 acres with a farm house and 2 barns. I needed the room for said animals, they needed the room.