Condemned and Chosen (3 page)

He mattered.

Now, he stood in his bedroom waiting on two lovers, understanding he would soon be controlled by a gal who would not only rob him of his first moments alone with his mate, but would also worm her way into their sacred bed. The MC had given Molly far too much power.

Propping his left elbow on his right forearm, Chuck stroked his chin, distantly aware of his facial stubble and quite in touch with the fact he wasn’t alone.

“Chuck, you’ll regret this.” Mama’s voice of reason filled the room. “If you let Molly have her way with your mate before you’ve even claimed her, you’ll never escape the superficial binds she places on you and the relationship you’re about to build with the woman who’ll stand beside you, not just as your old lady, but also as this pack’s Alpha female.”

Laurel’s warning inspired a thought. Clearing his throat, he said, “This has to happen.”

“Why? Because of some perverse need you have to see another person with your mate?”

“No.” He turned away from the window and glared at the club’s sheep, the woman who had taken special care of the entire club. His mate would soon enter his bedroom, prepared to surrender and eager to do whatever he would require of her and he didn’t need Laurel’s approval or her blessing. “I need Romy to do this.”

“Explain that to me.” Laurel grabbed his arm. “Molly is holding something over your head.” She dug her fingernails into his flesh. “What is it?”

Chuck snarled at their connection. This close to a first mating with his chosen one, Chuck didn’t want another woman touching him.

“Don’t you dare bare those teeth at me, wolf.” Mama took her stance. “If you think I’m afraid of that restless animal inside you, you’ve underestimated me.”

Mama was definitely an Alpha female. He suspected Romy of the same and if his suspicions were right, he’d learn more about her in this setting than in any other.

Engaging in an inner debate, he quickly decided to take Mama into his confidences if for no other reason than to allow her the time she’d need to come to terms with Molly’s predetermined fate. “Molly isn’t who you think she is.”

“Go on.” Mama locked the bedroom door and stood in front of it with her hands tucked behind her hips. “And don’t keep looking at me like that. I’m not here to try and comfort you. If anyone should know how well I adapt when one of you finds your mate, it’s you. I’ve cried on your shoulder plenty of times.”

Indeed she had.

As the
club’s sheep
, Mama put duty before her own desires. She was available to all of them, regardless of their collective or independent needs, but she’d always had her favorites. The female inside her rarely reared her head, but when she did, she typically stood beside the men she favored most. Chuck had been one of her favorites in and out of bed. They were friends.

She’d often been his confidant, but he’d always guarded Molly’s secrets.

Mama was dangerous when provoked, but Molly was deadly. Worse still, she could wreak havoc on an entire club and the universal cause the Sins of Wolves had sworn to protect.

Chuck reached in his hip pocket and pulled out his wallet and motorcycle key. Tossing them to the dresser, he took a seat on the leather chair next to his bed. Tugging off one boot and then the other, he said, “Molly has connections.”

“I got that much, sugar.” She took a deep breath and studied his face as if willing him to go on. “All right. So she knows people. What kind of damage can her people do to our people?”

“Enough.”

“Be specific.”

“She can lead them to Safe Mountain.”

“She knows how to get in here?” Mama looked betrayed. “Even I don’t know how to get in and out of here!”

“Molly does.”

“And whose brilliant decision was that?” Accusation was strewn through her voice.

“Don’t answer that.”

I believe Romy can handle Molly.”

“You’re taking a big gamble there, sugar.”

“It’s the only play I can make now.”

“You’re putting a lot on the line. Are you willing to risk the future you can have with your mate for one night of twisted pleasure with that wicked bitch?”

“Yeah, I am.” In fact, he’d already made up his mind.

“Tell me what she has on you, Chuck.”

“She can lead our enemies here and that’s just the start.”

“And which enemy are you referencing exactly?”

“Her estranged husband is Senator Brighton.”

“What?” The staggering news hit her like an obvious blow to the face. She covered her mouth for a minute. “How can that be?” She dropped her arms to her sides and raised her voice.

“How could you let this happen?” ”

“It’s complicated.”

“What the hell were you thinking, Chuck?” Pure accusation existed in her voice.

“None of us knew until it was too late.”

“Who told you? Molly?”

“We put the pieces together ourselves. Brice mentioned she was bullying some of the younger women. Rebecca came to me and complained. She said Molly threatened her and told her that even if she belonged to me, she’d never enjoy a happy-ever-after because she’d kill Rebecca first.”

“This explains why Rebecca refuses to leave her room.” Laurel frowned. “I ought to kill her myself.”

Laurel and Rebecca were extremely close.

“It isn’t your place.”

“You’ve been fucking her on a regular basis. Obviously, you don’t know your place.”

“Watch it.”

“Chuck think about this. It isn’t safe to put Romy in the same bed with Molly after that kind of threat is out there. Everyone here thought Rebecca was destined to be your mate. Even Molly believed Rebecca was the one. If she threatened Rebecca, what do you think she’ll do to Romy?”

Chuck considered the possible outcome and reminded himself of Molly’s earlier request.

She’d never asked him to bring another woman into their bed, but she’d specifically asked if Romy could join them.

When Chuck didn’t respond, Laurel asked, “How do you know about the Senator?”

“I put Levi and Duke on Molly. We kept surveillance on her while we had time to do a background check.”

“And you came up with Senator Brighton, the very man who started trafficking our country’s young women?” She stalked him. “Brighton is the one who started The Enchantment Movement across the globe. He’s the reason people like you and me are slaughtered for harboring these people in safe havens in order to keep them from being transported. What the hell were you thinking?”

“We didn’t know who she was!”

The door slammed against the back wall, and Romy entered. “Don’t look surprised. You knew I was eavesdropping. You sensed my presence.”

“It’s the only way.”

“Yes.” She frowned. “But even though you know who Molly is, you still want me to go to bed with her.”

“You’re agreeing with him?” Laurel’s high soprano voice pitched an octave higher.

Romy shot Chuck a heated glance. “Sometimes you have to get in bed with the devil before you can raise a little hell.”

Chapter Four

“You’re as crazy as he is,” Laurel said before she stormed out of the room.

Chuck wasn’t sure what was keeping the woman with the power to destroy them, but he had a feeling Romy might. “Where’s Molly?” He also had a feeling Romy wasn’t as naïve as her experience in the bedroom might otherwise suggest.

“Do you care?”

“I asked you a question.”

“And I asked you one right back.”

Chuck was amused but determined to hold his own. He had met his equal, his match, and his heart swelled with pride. His prick followed suit, but for a completely different reason.

The damn woman was sexy as hell. Her quiet confidence came as a surprise, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Romy Nichole had always been this sure of herself or if the knowledge of who she belonged to had brought with it a certain amount of enhanced self-assurance.

She smiled at him then and her eyes danced with mischief. She didn’t act nervous as he circled her. If anything, she stood there quietly as if she’d fully intended to remain at the center of attention.

She and Molly at least had that much in common.

For a woman who had yet to part her legs and welcome a man between them, Romy had sex appeal down to an art. Chuck dragged his fingers down the front flaps of her silk robe. “Did you choose this for me?”

“Laurel loaned it to me,” she replied, lowering her gaze in an obedient gesture.

He felt his lips twitch as he dragged his knuckles across her full breasts, enjoying the instant rise of her beaded nipples as his caress aroused her. She seemed to dismiss her body’s reaction to his touch. There was a fine line between arrogance and confidence, and Chuck knew how to tell the difference.

“I thought I recognized this,” he whispered, dragging his fingers back and forth. Over and over again, he toyed and played, circling her nipples like he’d later loop his tongue around her tender clit. With precision and skill, he drew invisible lines around the extended points, appreciating the well-defined outline of her nipples.

When she didn’t respond or question him about Laurel, he appreciated the woman in front of him all the more. An arrogant woman would’ve shown her hand, perhaps expressed her displeasure or asked questions and demanded answers. Instead, Romy remained steadfast in her confidence, not at all intimidated by the fact that she wore the same robe Chuck had stripped from another female body.

“You surprise me, Romy.” He pulled her against him and looked into those pretty brown eyes, eyes that promised an intimacy like he’d never known before, eyes that would watch when he kissed her, look on when he’d later fuck her.

“When did you know I belonged to you?”

“Sir,” he rasped. Hard as steel, he freed his inner Dom.

He’d never allowed any woman to postpone their training, yet here he was with Romy, wanting her to challenge him, willing her to defy him.

He’d love it. No. He’d love it and he’d hate it all at the same time.

“Well isn’t this special.” Molly entered the room as if she’d been invited.

“Damn right it is.” Romy turned away from Chuck. She sashayed her hips like she was working those little honeys for a whole lot of money.

To his surprise, she reached around Molly’s curvy body and slammed the door. She took great pains in locking it. Then, as if her sole purpose was to add another few inches to his straining cock, she backed Molly against the wall.

“So is this what you want, precious?” Molly taunted Romy by tilting her head right to left. She was mocking her.

And Romy damn well knew it.

Romy gave as well as she took, at least in the beginning.

Built like a Barbie, Molly jerked her shirt open as if she had a death wish, a need to free some sort of inner demon. She wanted to fuck Chuck’s mate, and she wanted him to watch. More than anything else, she wanted him to know that his mate was excited, turned on.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind there.

Romy moistened her lips as soon as Molly showed off her pretty red bra. Thank God she hesitated. If she hadn’t paused for a few seconds, Chuck would’ve grieved over her hunger for another, her obvious excitement, that sexual energy he could now sense, absorb as his own.

Molly would take his mate. She would use Romy for her pleasure, strip her of her good senses and practical judgment and leave her for him as damaged goods, used up by a partner who only wanted a revenge fuck, a power trip.

Well if that’s what she wanted, that’s what she would have. But retribution would come at a mighty high price.

Chapter Five

Thirty minutes later and they were still at it. They fondled and groped one another as if they were completely oblivious to Chuck, but Romy was aware of his presence. She sensed his agitation and related to his growing lust. She understood his discontentment. More importantly, she recognized that dangerous fire and insatiable longing.

Biting at Molly’s lips, Romy kept Chuck in her peripheral vision, as she squeezed Molly’s hard nipples, pinching them until she moaned in pleasure, shivered in delight. At least two inches taller than Molly’s five-foot-six form, Romy stared down at the woman who was playing them, who had thrown her weight around because she could, not because she necessarily wanted anything from the MC, but because she wanted them to recognize what kind of power she held over them.

Well, she’d underestimated her opponent.

Romy had a goal, a special objective in mind. She’d make Molly want. She’d make her need. She’d play her like a fiddle and string her along for as long as the MC needed her.

“Fuck me.” Molly grabbed hold of Romy’s hair and slammed her mouth against Romy’s.

They kissed for several seconds before Molly broke their connection and whispered, “Fingers, tongue, I don’t care which. Just give me something, Romy.”

“Oh I can do that.” She jerked Molly sideways and wrapped her arm around her neck.

Holding her in a vulnerable position, she stared at Chuck as she nipped at Molly’s ear, loving the way the wicked woman constantly shifted positions, how she rubbed against her and panted for satisfaction.

Romy watched her mate, dying to go to him, desperate to reassure him but realizing at the same time that a man like Chuck didn’t need her to put his mind at rest. He looked on as if he understood her motives and approved of her tactics. Best of all, he waited on the bed without uttering a word.

Romy massaged Molly’s breast as she traced the shell of her ear. Dragging her tongue over the shape, Romy breathed, “Are you wet, baby?”

“Very.”

“Horny?”

“Yes. Damn you. Yes.”

Romy squeezed the daylights out of her fullness and Molly yelped. Chuck lifted his hooded gaze, and Romy could see the harder male emerging, the man who would not only take her to his bed, but would also be the first lover to breathe pure intimacy into her fantasies and illusions.

Molly nuzzled her hand, unaware of the forming mate connection. She swiped her tongue back and forth across Romy’s wrist with slow precision. “Use me, Romy.”

Oh, but she intended to do more than use her.