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  Demon (Devil’s Fury MC 6)

  Harley Wylde

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  Table of Contents

  Demon (Devil’s Fury MC 6)

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  Author Notes

  Harley Wylde

  Demon (Devil’s Fury MC 6)

  Harley Wylde

  Farrah -- I’ve spent my entire life at the Dixie Reapers MC compound -- one of the perks of being the VP’s daughter. Except it’s suffocating. Leaving to start a life of my own was the only solution. I knew what it would mean if I went to the Devil’s Fury MC compound, even more so to flirt with their Sergeant-at-Arms. Getting involved would ruin the little bit of freedom I’ve found. Then I ended up in the man’s bed. Leave it to me to find trouble around every corner. My daddy is going to be so pissed, especially when I run from Demon, get snatched off the streets, and shoved into a trunk. I’m not winning at the adulting thing.

  Demon -- She was a one-night stand. Until the condom broke. Then I found out she’d lied to me. The hot little number in my bed wasn’t just any woman, she was the daughter of a Dixie Reaper. Maybe I shouldn’t have barked orders at her, or spanked her ass. Feisty little Farrah ran, pissing me off even more. When she disappeared and I realized trouble had found her, I knew I’d do whatever it took to make sure she was safe. Only after I had her back did I realize she was fucking perfect for me. Watching her handle the club whores was hot as hell, and she didn’t take shit off anyone.

  I’ll make her mine -- permanently.

  Prologue

  Farrah

  “I’m not a child!”

  My dad stared me down. “Really? Because you’re acting like one.”

  “Why is it so hard for you to admit I’m all grown up? I’m not a kid anymore, Daddy. I want to go on dates, do things other girls my age are doing.”

  “Like drugs and getting knocked up?” he asked.

  “You’re wrong for that and you know it. I’ve been around drugs my entire life and know better than to touch the stuff. As to the other, I can’t very well get pregnant if you won’t let me date.”

  He waved a finger at me. “Now you’re getting it.”

  “It’s not fair. I want a boyfriend. A life! You’re suffocating me.”

  My mom placed her hand on my dad’s shoulder. “Venom, you can’t keep her locked up forever.”

  “Dammit, woman. What the fuck is it going to take for you to call me by my name? Been together eighteen years and you still use my road name.” He cast her a glare.

  “Don’t take your anger out on me unless you want a case of blue balls,” my mom retorted.

  I winced, not wanting to think about their sex life for even one second. I wasn’t stupid. I knew why the doors were locked sometimes and we couldn’t get in the house, not to mention they weren’t exactly quiet. It was romantic, sort of, and gross at the same time.

  “I’m leaving, Daddy. You can’t stop me.”

  He folded his arms over his chest. “Fine. You want to leave? Pack your shit and get out, but whatever money you have is all you’re getting. You can take your truck, your clothes, and that’s it. When your phone plan expires, I’m not renewing it. We’ll see how long you last out there on your own. It’s a hard, cruel world, Farrah.”

  My mom blinked back tears and I hated doing this to her, but I couldn’t live in this cage another moment. I hoped she’d forgive me someday, and my daddy too. I loved him, more than anything, but I needed to spread my wings and fly. He had Mariah and Dawson if he wanted to smother someone.

  I stomped down the hall, grabbed two bags from my closet, and started filling them. Clothes into one, other essentials into the second one. I slid my laptop into my backpack, along with some photos and other things I didn’t want to leave behind. I shoved my shoes into another one. I couldn’t bring myself to look my parents in the eye as I carried my stuff to the truck. I went back inside long enough to get my purse. Mom handed it to me, heartbreak written all over her face. I felt like shit hurting her this way, but it needed to be done. My heart felt heavy as I took out my keyring and removed the house key. I set it on the table inside the front door and walked out, hoping I hadn’t made a huge mistake.

  At eighteen, I knew I had a lot left to learn, but I’d never get to experience anything if I stayed. The Dixie Reapers were my family, and my daddy was their VP. I’d led a life most would envy, but I couldn’t sit back and watch the world pass me by another moment. The only kisses I’d had were with boys at school. My dad had never permitted me to go on dates, or do much of anything outside the compound unless he knew exactly where I was, and I knew he had a tracker on my phone and my truck. If I’d lied to him, he’d have known about it.

  My eyes misted with tears as I stared at my childhood home. I saw my mom peeking through the curtains and gave her a little wave. I hoped she understood and could talk my daddy into letting me come home again soon. Not to stay, because I was ready to stand on my own two feet. But I wasn’t ready to walk out for good. The thought of never coming back here nearly gutted me.

  I pulled out of the driveway and headed for the gates. It was bittersweet pulling through them. Once I hit the highway, I didn’t look back. I had no idea where I was going or what I’d do to put food on the table and keep a roof over my head, but I’d figure it out. I passed through the Florida panhandle, then drove into Georgia. I could have stopped by the Devil’s Boneyard and bought myself some time, but I knew Scratch would call my dad the second I showed up there. No, it was better to keep moving.

  My neck and back started to ache as I crossed into Blackwood Falls. I knew the Devil’s Fury lived in the area, so if I got into trouble, they might help me. Stopping for a bit see
med like a good idea. I found a motel, got a room for a few nights, and decided to make a plan. I’d need money before too long, which meant finding a job. I dug around in my purse and pulled out a white envelope with my mom’s handwriting on the front. For an emergency.

  Peeking inside, I saw a few hundreds. If daddy found out, he’d be pissed as hell, but I was grateful she’d looked out for me one last time. I got back in my truck and drove around town. There wasn’t a lot open this time of night so I pulled off in front of the diner. Some hot food would help. I was tired and starving, which made it more likely I’d make a rash decision I’d later regret.

  A waitress waved at me. “Sit anywhere you want. I’ll be right there.”

  I slid into a booth by the window and picked up a menu tucked behind the napkin dispenser. Once I’d decided on food, I set it aside and studied the town through the window. It was small, much like home had been, but at least it was a change of scenery.

  “What can I get you?” the woman asked as she hurried over.

  “The special, a sweet tea, and a job.” I smiled.

  “New in town?” she asked.

  I nodded. “Just got here tonight. I’m staying at the motel for the moment, but I thought I’d see if I could find some work around here.”

  “You come back tomorrow before lunch. The manager will be here and he’ll be able to help. We’re short-staffed so it may be your lucky day.”

  I smiled and thanked her, thinking maybe I’d made the right decision after all. I had to hope the Devil’s Fury didn’t ask me to leave. If my dad tracked me here, and I knew damn well he had the ability to do so, he could very well place a call and have me run out of town. I hoped he wouldn’t, but if he thought it would teach me a lesson, I wouldn’t put it past him.

  I pulled my phone from my purse and sent a message to my little sister, Mariah. I’m safe and have a place to stay for the night. Love you.

  I saw the dots blinking across the screen and waited, but they stopped and a message never came through. It seemed my dad wasn’t the only one angry with me. She’d get over it, and once she got older, she’d understand. I had no doubt my dad would eventually suffocate her too with all his rules.

  I was free. I breathed in the scents of the diner and felt the tension in my body ease. For the first time in my life, I was on my own, in charge of my own destiny. I hoped I didn’t fuck it all up.

  Chapter One

  Demon

  The music blasting from the speakers in the ceiling pounded against my skull like a sledgehammer. Maybe I was getting too old for this shit. Forty-three didn’t sound ancient until I got around the younger generation at the clubhouse. Partying had lost its appeal over the last few years. Watching my brothers settle down had caused a strange twinge in my chest, an ache I absently rubbed. I hadn’t been serious about a woman in a while. I’d thought one of the little señoritas staying at the compound could be something special, but it hadn’t worked out. She’d since moved on, along with the others. Except the younger ones.

  Glancing around the room, it seemed far emptier than before. Even the Pres wasn’t here tonight. Now he had three little chicks under his roof and had turned into a ferocious papa bear. I hadn’t seen him walk off with any of the club whores, ever, but at least he’d come to drink and hang with the brothers. Since those girls came to stay here, we’d seen less and less of him on nights like this. Couldn’t blame him.

  Starla, one of the newer club whores, sashayed over. Her red lips were slicked to a high shine and her eyes had been rimmed in black. There’d been a time I might have been tempted by the sway of her hips, the come-hither look on her face. Now she just came across as desperate. She moved closer, her perfume nearly suffocating me, as she trailed her nails up my arm and across my shoulder.

  “Looks like you could use some company,” she said, settling on my lap.

  Part of me wanted to shove her off, but all she’d done was make my headache worse. No harm in letting her sit for a minute. Her hand grazed my chest and headed for my zipper. I closed my fingers around her wrist, halting her progress.

  “Not tonight,” I said. Or any night.

  Her lip stuck out in what she probably thought was a sexy pout. It didn’t do a damn thing for me. When I released her, I gave her a nudge off my lap until she stood next to me. As the Sergeant-at-Arms, and single, the club whores tended to flock my way, in hopes I’d claim them as my old lady. Never would happen, but it didn’t stop them from trying.

  The doors to the clubhouse swung open and a curvy blonde stepped through. No, not stepped. She sauntered into the room, head high, shoulders back, and gazed at her surroundings as if she owned the place. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lower lip and my cock hardened behind my zipper. A quick sweep of the room told me I wasn’t the only one checking her out, but I’d damn sure be the one balls-deep in her later.

  I stood and made my way across the room, my prey in my sights. Stopping close enough I could feel the heat of her body, I waited for her to acknowledge me. When she ignored me, it only made me want her more. Reaching out, I tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze.

  “You lost, little girl?” I asked, realizing she was far younger than I’d thought. No way she’d gotten past the Prospect at the gate if she wasn’t at least eighteen, but she was still young enough to be my daughter. No fucking way she was a day over twenty-five, if that.

  “No, I’m not lost. You’re in my way.”

  Oh, I liked the sass on this one. I smiled and placed my hand at her waist, tugging her closer. “Your way? Did you get a good look when you came in? Pretty little things like you only have one place in this clubhouse. On your knees or bent over a table.”

  A flush worked its way up her neck and settled in her cheeks. Her eyes darkened and her pulse fluttered. Seemed she liked the idea. The way her dress hugged her body, it left little to the imagination, but I still would prefer to have her naked and spread out so I could feast on her. Only one problem. I didn’t have a room at the clubhouse anymore and I didn’t take random women back to my house.

  “Maybe this isn’t my first time seeing this sort of thing,” she said. “You may not have seen me here before, but it doesn’t mean I’m stupid when it comes to bikers. I know more than you think.”

  I stepped back and scanned her. “No property cut. No ink claiming you as an old lady. You making the rounds? Whatever club you came from, I promise to treat you better.”

  “Full of yourself, aren’t you?” she asked, but I noticed she leaned a little closer.

  “Oh, sweetheart. You’re the one who’s gonna be full of me.”

  I didn’t give her a chance to pull away or run. I swept her into my arms and carried her down the hall. The bathroom wasn’t the cleanest place, and this one seemed special somehow. She deserved more than a quick fuck against the wall. The Pres would have my ass if he ever found out about it, but I nudged open the doors of Church and stepped into the darkened room.

  “You’re not going to get in trouble, are you?” she asked, looking around. “Pretty sure I’m not supposed to be in here.”

  “Let me worry about that. Right now, all I need you to do is undress.” I let her slide down my body until her feet touched the floor. She gave me a coy smile as she reached for the hem of her dress and slowly eased it up her thighs, over her hips, and pulled it all the way off, tossing it onto the table.

  Black lace hugged her breasts and barely covered her pussy. Fuck but she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I prowled closer, backing her against the table. Bracing my arms on either side of her, caging her in, I claimed her mouth. Her lips were soft and pliant under mine, and she opened eagerly as I thrust my tongue inside. Tasted sweet as candy.

  I reached down to unbuckle my belt and unfasten my jeans, pausing to pull a condom from my pocket. I set it aside and shoved my pants down enough to free my cock, and ripped open the foil packet, my lips never leaving hers as I kissed her breathless.

  I leaned back
and rolled the latex down my shaft, then gripped her hips and put her ass on the edge of the table. Shoving her panties aside, I stroked her pussy, groaning at how fucking wet she was. My cock jerked in anticipation. I wrapped my fingers around her hip, holding her still as I pushed inside.

  “So damn tight.” I groaned and closed my eyes a moment, my heart hammering in my chest. She felt like fucking heaven. My gaze found hers as I slammed into her. The way her eyes widened and her cheeks paled made me pause. “You all right?”

  She seemed to struggle to draw breath and I pulled back, only to freeze at the smear of blood on the condom. What the fuck? I tried to take a step back, but she reached out and grabbed hold with both hands. “Don’t. Please. I want this.”

  I slid inside her again, filling her. “You have some explaining to do.”

  “Later. Just… just fuck me.”

  The damage had been done. If I’d known she was an innocent, I’d have given her a wide berth. I’d popped her cherry. Might as well finish the job. I reached down to stroke her clit as I thrust in and out, using a slow, steady rhythm. For whatever reason, she’d chosen me, or rather accepted my caveman act and let me take her innocence. I’d be damned if I made it a bad experience for her.

  My balls drew up and I knew I was close. Too damn close. I worked her clit faster until her pussy clenched tight and she cried out, her nails digging into my arms as she held on. I slammed into her, taking her harder and deeper. I’d always pulled out, even when I wrapped my dick, but with her, I wanted to feel everything. Or as much as I could with the latex covering my cock. I grunted, my hips jerking, as I came, my gaze holding hers.

  She looked so fucking pretty. Her lips parted, eyes bright, and a flush riding her cheeks. Made me wish I had all night to take her over and over. Then again, maybe I did. I hadn’t taken any of the club whores home, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t take this sweet thing back to the house. The fact I’d taken her virginity made her different.