But I’m fucking honored that I’m going to patch into the Wicked Warriors MC; it’s happening soon, I know it is. I can’t wait to wear the MC’s colors. I’ve been working hard on proving my loyalty to the brothers.
I pull into the clubhouse gravel road looking at the bikes parked along with the building. It’s fucking Friday night, and it’s always packed with hangarounds.
It’s all good; in fact, I love it because I need to feed. I only need a little blood to keep me strong.
I turn off the bike, pulling off my helmet and gloves. I slide off the bike, placing my helmet and gloves on the seat.
“Brother, it looks like we have fresh pussy,” Death yells, pulling out a cigarette.
“Fuck yes,” I say, taking the cigarette that my brother is offering.
Death flicks his thumb over the silver lighter that he carries around, offering to light me up. The lighter is a gift from his Dad; it’s fucking important to him, just like my dagger. My Sire gave me my Rhodium dagger when I started my rite of passage into an adult Vampire. The dagger has been in the Kozlov family since the inception of our world. It has precious gems encrusted on the hilt. It’s a beautiful dagger, extremely rare and priceless. My brothers Vlad and Kon have a similar dagger they received on their initiation, their rite of passage into adult Vampire.
It’s a fucking huge deal in the Kozlov Royal realm, my world.
I need to pay a visit to my Sire and blood brothers. Vlad, Kon, and Sasha take care of the family businesses, allowing me to spend all of my time with the humans, playing in the MC playground.
Thank fuck!
“I’m grabbing me some beer, and then I’ll hunt down the best pussy out there,” I say, taking a drag of my cigarette.
“That’s what I’m sayin,” Scorpion scoffs, looking at the girls walking into the clubhouse.
“Fuck, later, bros,” Death says, dropping the cigarette on the ground, stomping it with his big leather boot.
“Motherfucker, I call dibs on that redhead,” Scorpion yells, following Death into the clubhouse.
I take another drag of my cigarette before I follow them inside.
I know damn well that Wynter is waiting for me. She always waits for me to see if I return with any injuries that would kill me.
Like if that’s going to happen!
Right.
I can’t die.
Any injuries that I get heal really fast, thank the brothers, specifically Medic, the MC’s doctor, haven’t noticed. After Medic tends to any injury, I make sure to change the dressings so he can’t see that it’s healed. But, of fuckingcourse, I’m strong and healthy.
I try not to use my healing ability or teleport while I’m here playing with the humans.
I walk towards the door to the clubhouse looking through the door at the brothers letting rip.
Yeah, fucking fun times.
Wynter runs into me before I enter the clubhouse, like always. I wrap my arms around her, so she doesn’t fall. But it fucking never fails; her fucking scent invades my senses, sending a burning need to my cock, and compelling force to feed.
That’s not good.
Princess is one of the two MC’s Princesses, and she’s a twin. She’s fucking beautiful, sexy, and stubborn. I love all of her facets, especially when I hear her play her guitar and when she’s kicking the club's whores ass.
Princess is a badass.
I fucking swear that she’s in danger with a capital D.
“Whoa, Princess,” I groan, closing my eyes.
“I’m so happy to see that you’re unharmed. I always worry about you,” Wynter says, resting her hands on my chest.
