The Rogue's Desire (The Rogue MC series)

Ian I could feel my knuckles burn as I made contact with the bastard’s face that had the audacity to, not only sit on my precious motorbike, but tip it over, scratching the paint. Rage coursed through my body, spreading like a wild fire. I could feel my wolf almost breaking through the surface. "Ian, man, enough.” Scotty shouted behind me, but I was too far gone. I wanted blood. This d**k hurt my baby. "Urgh. f**k, it's only a f*****g bike.” Wrong thing to say. The dickhead just poured petrol on my rage flame. My fist connected to his nose, a loud crunch followed by a grunt came from the now limp man. Scotty’s arms wrapped round me and tried to yank me away, but failed miserably. I had Beta blood. It would take an Alpha to stop me at this point. "IAN!!" Speak of the devil. Rogue President Justin stormed over to me with pack Alpha Marcus at his side. Both looking furious at the scene unfolding in the car park outside the Red Moon Pack house. I could understand why Alpha Marcus may be a bit pissed. I just beat up one of his warriors, right on his door step. Yeah I was in for it as I tried to push my wolf down. “What the f**k, Ian?” Justin hissed. I was his right hand man, I also had a temper. His voice was like the water that I needed to put my rage fire out. Shit. Justin's eyes were glowing red. His wolf was pissed. It had taken years for our Rogue club to make alliances with the neighbouring packs on the outskirts of Baal City and it had even been peaceful for the last three years. We weren't your run of the mill Rogues. Six of us originally formed a motorbike club called The Rogues MC. I was born a rogue and learnt how to survive. My two brothers are also members of the club. We met Justin at our bar who also rode a pretty sexy bike, an Indian Scout, we hit if off right away. Two years earlier, his pack was decimated by vampires. Nearly the whole pack was killed including his mate. The only reason he kept sane was for his two teenage twin sons. Who grew up to be right little shits. The survivors of his pack joined other packs for protection as their Alpha mourned his mate. Justin couldn't join a pack for the simple reason he was born an Alpha. His wolf would never submit to another leader. By the time he managed to straightened himself out, he lost his pack members. They had settled and he didn't have the heart to call them home.   He needed to move on and build a home for his growing boys, so he bought a large plot of land. Built a large house, now turned into our club house, and a few bungalows and chalets on land just to the west of our human town where I owned a bar and nightclub with my brothers. Justin walked in one day and the rest is history. He offered us a chalet when we decided to set up the MC. We wanted to pay our way and he agreed to a percentage of the profits from the bar as p*****t. We wouldn't have taken it if it was free. We didn't want to owe anyone. Soon, we became a family. Us three brothers, Justin and the twins, and Scotty. My best friend. We refused to call our group a pack. We were Rogues and never belonged to packs. Some of us, especially Scotty, hated pack werewolves. The way we had been treated all our lives made us somewhat bitter and couldn't completely extinguish the hatred. We now have a thriving MC of 25 members, plus their mates, some of which have had kids, and club girls. Altogether there's around 45 of us that live in or around the main house Justin built or the rooms at the bar. Our MC was starting to grow. This is why we’re here at the Red Moon Pack. They were the closest pack to our main house and, even though we've had an alliance for three peaceful years, the increase of members could be seen as a threat. We needed to show that the new members weren't feral rogues or a threat to their pack. Most of the members were born rogues or lost their packs. We had two that had been thrown out of their pack and they were for the most pathetic reasons, so we welcomed them with open arms. We needed to maintain peace, we were open and honest every time a new member joined the club. The neighbouring pack could easily run us out, so it was imperative to keep civil. However, that didn't make us friends. Well like hell was I friends to the d**k who sat on my bike and scratched her paint. "Justin. Alpha Marcus.” I straightened up and lowered my eyes, a sign of respect. “Apologies, this d**k damaged my baby.” I glared at the rousing warrior and snarled at him. "That is no excuse for beating his ass, though. Real sorry.” "Alpha Marcus. Please accept my apologies on behalf of my Vice President. Ian is particularly attached to his bike. Named her. Pretty sure he’s going to marry or mate her.” Justin held out his hand to the warrior to pull him up off the ground. I raised my head to look at Alpha Marcus. Okay, he was actually a cool guy for a pack werewolf. He was about 40 years old, a big beefy bloke with brown hair and dark brown eyes. Slightly taller than Justin, but not as tall as me. He was eyeing his warrior, the bald headed t**t was now on his feet, brushing off the dirty and gravel dust. We may be up s**t creek if Alpha Marcus didn't like my temper. Alliances had been broken for less. Fuck.  "Alpha, please accept my apologies. It is not a reflection of the club. I stand alone in my actions.” I shoved my hands in my pockets and kicked the gravel. A loud belly laugh erupted from Alpha Marcus and I didn't know what the hell to do.   "Marry or mate his bike.” He wiped a tear from his eye. “Knew your Rogues were a queer folk.” My eyebrow c****d at him as he continued to laugh.   "Ben. You just got your ass handed to you by a Rogue. A baby rogue.” He slapped my shoulder, threw his head back and laughed. I didn't know if I should be offended by him laughing, his queer comment or calling me ‘baby Rogue’. Ben the baldy, was not happy. "No harm done, Justin. If my warriors can’t hold their own, I need to up their training. The alliance is all good idea, plus I know that the pack pups have been sneaking off to your nightclub. Just ask keep an eye on them. Don't want any human issues.” Marcus laughed again while looking at me. "No problem Marcus. That can be baby Rogues job.” Pointing at me making my lips curl back and a growl rumble through my chest. I hated babysitting the twins and Jack, my younger brother, at the bar, but at least they were part of the MC. Babysitting other packs’ drunken adolescents would ruin my year and baldy had already ruined my week scratching my baby.   "You will keep an eye on them Ian.” Justin's Alpha command made me nod before I could fight it. Damn Alpha. "Fine.” I muttered. "It's always a pleasure to have you in the pack house. I hope that we can do this again. Shame you can’t stay for some drinks. I wanted to introduce you to my oldest boy. Look, we are having a festival on the eclipse and it would be nice if your pack would join ours. Kids and all.” Alpha Marcus refused to see us as an MC and referred to us as a pack. This would be easier to sell to the rest of his pack, that a civil pack had settled just outside their border. Albeit they were rogues and named Rogues MC.   "That would be great Marcus. We will bring the barrels and burgers. Sorry, we can't stay. We have a run early tomorrow morning, initiation for the new members. Thanks for the hospitality, Marcus. See you in a couple weeks.” Justin smiled. "Ian. It's always a pleasure.” I shook the Alphas hand as he chuckled and turned to my bike. Glaring at baldy Ben as I pushed my helmet on. Turning over my baby, she purred out of the Red Moon pack territory. A nice ride along the coast would calm me down before heading to the club to check on Jack. My babysitting duties meant I had to ensure he was doing his bloody job. He was manager tonight. I only hope that the building was still standing. That kid would be the death of me. At 20 years old he was a firecracker. Unpredictable with a wicked sense of humour. He loved pranking everyone. Mix in the twins and it was mayhem. They were all the same age, four years younger than me, but goddess, they all had the maturity age of horny 15-year-old school boys. At least Jack found his fated mate, Kate, last year which meant separating his time between the twins, work and his mate. His mate received the most attention, as a fated mate was like finding a rare gem, we were so surprised. I liked her, she was kind and had a pure soul. She balanced and kept Jack's feet on the ground, made him grow up; well a teeny bit. Our little purple haired princess had managed to tame our little Jack, slightly. She wasn't a rogue. She belonged to a pack about 50 miles away and met Jack on a shopping trip in town. They almost had s*x on the cafe floor, I had to drag Jack away, making her follow. Kev and I thought that Jack may join the pack. We were distraught, but never showed Jack. It was his decision and we needed to respect it. Turns out, Kate preferred our Rogue life. She explained that she never felt like she fit in until one day all four of us were sat down for breakfast and she felt like she was home. From that point, she became our little sister. Both me and Kev loved her. Kev, my older brother was a dark, broody soul. He had to look after us for so long, taking the brunt of the hate from the packs as we moved around until we settled in town. Then he became distant. We managed to save enough to buy a dive and a year later, it was transformed into Rogue X Club or as the kids called it Club X or the Rogue bar. Kev wants to open up a restaurant next to the club so at the moment he is fixated on that, which I'm glad. At least it gets him out of his room. It's also why he declined the VP/Beta position. Although part of me knows that he doesn't have the fight in him anymore. He wants a simple life. He wants to cook. That's what makes him happy. I prayed that his mate would find him, but he’s turning 28 on his next birthday and I'm sure he’s even given up hope. It's not that he doesn't get female attention. The whole broody demeanour works in his favour along with his dark hair and blue eyes like mine. He’s just not interested in settling down. The club girls keep his needs at bay. I just hope he’s happy. Fuck I needed to get back to Rogue X or I'd ride right out of town and to Baal City. It has one of my favourite clubs there, but I couldn't disappear for a couple of days when we just accepted new members. Pulling up outside Rogue X, the purple lights made the place look inviting, even majestic, and I loved it. There was a small queue to nightclub entrance. Always a good sign.  As you entered the front door, to the right behind heavy double doors lay the big room where the nightclub hosted up to 200 people. On the left was the bar not affected by the loud tunes from the nightclub as we sound proofed the room. The bar held a jukebox and a couple of pool tables becoming the hang out for the MC members who needed to get out of the main house. It was also where the non-mated members picked up the club girls and stayed in the back rooms. We had a few female rogue members, but they didn't buy into the MC.   We were proud Rogues, but it was dangerous.The MC gave us the bit of freedom that we were used to as Rogues. The more we moved, the more unwanted heat we pick up.   The bar was normally left in the hands of the twins. Not my first choice, but they loved it so much they took the job seriously. We had very little hassle, mainly drunk humans or some drug dealer who would be quickly escorted out of the premises. That wasn't our bag. They had a permanent room at the back and, I found out recently, they were sharing girls back there. I'm glad they weren't my boys, hope Justin has had the birds and the bees talk with them. We certainly didn't need miniature versions of them running round. They would terrorise the whole town. Both boys were never short of female attention, but they were Alphas and Alphas loved a challenge. The amount of men that had entered the club looking for them for sleeping with their girlfriend, wife, and, one time, a daughter, who was 18 years old at time, became a running nuisance. Justin intervened and had to threaten to revoke their club privileges, take their bikes, and used my good name that I'd fire them. I haven't heard of an incident since either they were f*****g the club girls only or they just got better at hiding their sexventures. Either way as long as it didn't land on my doorstep it was all good.   Walking through the nightclub, Mac, our head of security and one scary looking werewolf, nodded and let me in. “All good here, Boss.”   I headed for the VIP section. A group of girls dressed in short dresses with bachelorette sachets took up half of the VIP suite that looked out over the huge dance floor. I could tell they weren't from our town. Half were human and the other half she-wolves. The club was on open no man’s land which meant all werewolves were welcome. I didn't make eye contact, in fact, I didn't look directly at the group. Instead, I leaned on the railings and looked out over the dance floor. The bachelorette party just happened to be in my peripheral. I needed to speak to Jack who should be on the floor keeping an eye on the club staff, yet he was nowhere in sight. Flaring my nose, I knew exactly where that prick had snuck off to. Pushing off the rail, I needed a drink, and fast, before dealing with my little brother.   "Meeks, vodka on the rocks. Make it a large one.” "Yes, boss.” "Looking good tonight, Meeks. Date with Troy after?" "Too right boss. He better be ready for me.” I laughed, poor Troy. Meeks was one of my favourite members. She was a sexy siren that pulled in all the good punters to the VIP area. Her mate was killed two years ago by her Alpha that went a bit crazy. The guy wanted Meeka for himself. I found her in Baal City totally drunk out of her mind. Broken and on the verge of killing herself. I picked her up and brought her back to the main club house. Justin sent out member scouts to her pack, but the Alpha was long gone and someone had taken his place. Explained everything to the scouts. Justin helped her to piece herself back together. Bit by bit. He knew what it was like to lose a mate. We knew she wasn't quite complete, but at least she was living. Troy had been a member thrown out of his pack because he slept with an unmated she-wolf without the permission of the Alpha. Nope I didn't believe it either, but again, Justin checked his story and it was true. Thrown out of your family for dipping your wick. That Alpha was a just a nut job and he was missing out. Troy was a great guy. A strong warrior. He and Meeka hit it off instantly. I crossed my fingers that Meeka and Troy would eventually be chosen mates. They looked good together. I knew they were doing the dirty, it was written all over their faces.   Standing by the bar, I felt an arm slink around my waist. The tipsy bride to be stumbled into my side. Great. I turned to face her. She was pretty with big blue eyes and blonde pulled back into a high ponytail. I smiled. Now that ponytail was practical for holding while f*****g. "You are super cute. I'm Bailey. It’s my party.” "Hi Bailey. Ian.” "Oh, Ian. Strong name for a strong man. My friend really likes you.” She turned and pointed to a brunette with a small rack, but a great set of legs. I eyed her and could tell she was a human. A pretty one as well. I smiled my best smile right at her brunette friend. If I played my cards right, I was pretty sure I'd get both of them in my bed tonight. Yeah, I know, she’s getting married, but that's her husband’s issue. "Meeka, can you put a round for Bailey and her lovely brunette friend on my tab? Send a bottle over to the table for the rest of her friends.” My she-wolf bar maid turned to make two drinks and prepare the ice bucket for the bottle. I kissed Bailey on her hand and congratulated her on her upcoming nuptials. She just blushed and giggled. This was going to be too easy. I gestured to her friend to join us. She strutted over without a second thought. I took off my leather jacket and handed it to Meeka for safe keeping. "Hi. I'm Kacey.” Oh I didn't care. "Hi Kacey. Your friend tells me that you've been eyeing me up and want to f**k me.” "Oh...I did no such thing! I said that you liked him.” She turned to her friend and smiled, blushing at my vulgar language. "That's okay. I would like to f**k you.” There it was. The truth I already knew from the lust in her eyes and the scent of her arousal. "Girls, why don't you enjoy your drinks. I have business to attend to and I'll be right back.” "Don't be too long. You're not the only guy in here.” The brunette had sass. "Yeah. True, but I'm the best looking guy in here." I winked at Meeka who rolled her eyes at my cheesy comment. Now, I just needed to hunt down my little brother and get him to do his job. I headed toward the nightclubs security room situated at the back of the VIP section. He better be in there and not in my office or help me goddess I will actually break his neck. Two steps away from the security door and I heard exactly what I expected. "Ah...Jack... Harder! Mmnnggghhh, yes! Like that! Please! Ah. Ah. Ah!" "You like that, baby? f**k. Your p***y is so tight! f**k! Yes! c*m on my c**k, love." "Ah. f**k. Ah. Please, Jack!" "f**k. Baby, I'm close!" "Ah. Yes. Yes. Yes. I'm going to c*m!" A smile spread on my face as I barged into the room. Kate bent over the table in front of the security cameras, one leg stretched up on the side. Jack positioned behind her, naked and pumping into her. "Fuck.” Jack turned and Kate screamed in fright. "Busted.” I chuckled as Kate tried to retreat from Jack's c**k and cover herself. "For f***s’ sake, Ian! Get out!" Jack did not appreciate the interruption and Jack's wolf hated that his mate was naked a spread out in front of another man’s eyes. He was practically growling at me. "Jack, get off me!" I could see Kate trying to push Jack off her. "Ian, get the f**k out so we can finish!" He growled at me and all I could do was laugh. There was no way Kate was going to let him finish. "Oh. Jack, get the f**k off me now or so help me..." Jack whimpered as she pushed herself up and away from the table covering herself with her clothes. I turned round and faced the wall. I really didn’t want to see my little purple haired princess naked. I just wanted to punish Jack for sneaking off in the middle of his shift to f**k. "I hate you." I could tell that Jack's eyes where glaring a hole in the back of my head. "Well, little brother. Maybe you shouldn't sneak off when we are so busy. You're supposed to be on the floor at all times. Available if something happens. You don’t look available to me. It's your own fault you have blue balls now. You should have waited until after your shift.” I knew Jack was cursing me. I turned round to face him and he was red with rage. Jack had my temper, but didn't have my inclination for violence. If this was the other way round I would have knocked Jack out without a second thought. "I'm so sorry, Ian. I don’t know what come over us.” Kate looked bashful and innocent again. "Kate, don't you dare apologise to him. He’s no saint. Bloody pervert. Anyway, I could see the while club from here.” I laughed and Kate scowled at her mate. "What do you mean...you were f*****g me and watching other people?!" Oh dear, Kate looked furious. I knew Jack would never do that, once he found Kate no other woman compared. I'm pretty sure he didn't see any other women. "No....that's not what I meant, love.” He titled her chin up and they stared at each other with such intense love I had to look away.   "Get out of here, the both of you. Kate, Meeka could use some help in the VIP bar if you're up for it.” Even though she was frustrated that she was just denied her orgasm she smiled and nodded her head. A slight blush still covered her cute face. She smoothed down her clothes and hair, kissed Jack on the cheek and left. "You know sometimes you're a real cock.” I laughed at my little brother who was now sulking like a 5-year-old who had been naughty and had his favourite toy taken from him. It was time to put my Beta cap on.   "Jack.”   I let my raging aura flow from me. Jack froze in place and lowered his head. "This is the last time that I'm going to f*****g tell you. One of us needs to be on the floor when we are at capacity. For emergencies and to make sure the staff can handle things.” I stepped forward and Jack whimpered. Even though he had Beta blood, he had submitted to me as I took my place as Beta, or VP, of our little Rogue MC. "If you sneak off again, when at full capacity, then I will hand over the nightclub to the twins and you can help Kev sort the restaurant.” I knew this would break him. Kate would still be here in the nightclub doing her shifts and he wouldn't be able to keep an eye on his little mate. Plus, Jack and Kev bicker like two old ladies over everything. He huffed. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? Don't have to go all Beta on me. It's a bit unfair. It's not like you don't f**k girls back here. At least Kate is my mate. You have no idea what it's like when the need to f**k your mate takes hold. C*ck.” He folded his arms across his chest. "I didn't say you could never do it just not when we are full. Like tonight, you jerk.” "Fine.” "Fine.” I pinched the bridge of my nose to try and keep my temper at bay. I really didn't want to knock my brother out, but he was asking for it. "Get going and go do your job. I need the night off.” I needed to be balls deep in that brunette, I'd already forgotten her name.   Heading back to the bar, I noticed Kate helping out Meeka and the two ladies I’d left earlier still standing in the same place. Perfect. I slowly walked over to them. They were giggling as the brunette curled the blonde’s hair around her finger. The rest of their group had vanished, probably headed to the dance floor. "Ladies. Am I interrupting?" As my eyes wandered to the brunettes fingers still in the blondies hair. "Never." The brunettes voice dripped with s****l tension.  "Shall we take this somewhere a bit quieter?" They both nodded. "We have to be...um...discrete. And we can’t go far. The bride can’t vanish from her own bachelorette party all night.” Brunette winked at me. I liked the brunette she knew what she wanted and she wanted it quick without any strings. "My office is behind the VIP bar.” I pointed towards the black floor that blended in behind the bar. "That will do.” The blonde smiled and held onto the brunette hands. "Okay. Follow me.” I smiled at Meeks who just shook her head with disbelief. What? I couldn't help it that I was devilishly handsome and girls wanted to f**k me. The three of us headed down the corridor and into my spacious office.   There was a large mahogany desk and my big leather chair sat behind. Screens filled one side of the office. Cameras on both the nightclub and bar. The other side was a large leather red couch. I had no time to pour myself a drink from the drinks cabinet next to the door.   Brunette pushed me up against the door as soon as I turned around from locking it. Her lips smashed down on mine as she rubbed her body against me. Her lips were soft and I answered her needy kiss with equal vigour. My hands moved up the side of her thighs, under her dress, and I roughly squeezed her ass cheeks making her gasp giving me prime opportunity to pummel my tongue into her open mouth. I wanted to dominate her and her tongue gave way to mine. She tried to pull away gasping for air as I grabbed the back of her hair with one hand and held her head in place.   I could feel her fingers stumbling to undo my buttons on my shirt. As my hand moved back down to join my other one on her ass cheeks, slightly lifting her onto my body so I could rub my semi-hard c**k against her heat. Moving from her lips, I left a trail of wet kisses down her jaw and neck. Only then did I open my eyes searching for blondie. She was perched on my desk watching us. Her eyes full of lust, her mouth slightly parted as she panted, and her left leg folded on top of her right leg. I could tell she was squeezing her thighs together. I sniffed the air. The scent of their arousal sent a signal down to my d**k making it twitch and harden further. I lifted the brunettes dress allowing her ass to be on display for the blonde who didn't take her eyes off my hand kneading her friend’s smooth globes.   My shirt was being pushed off my shoulders as I pulled down the brunette’s spaghetti string straps of her silver dress. Just like that my shirt and her dress hit the floor. Miss Brunette was indeed naughty. She stood there smiling as I observed her in only blue lacy knickers and heels. Her perky boobs yearning to be touched. I dropped my headed and slowly licked her n****e making her pink petals bud. My teeth grazed over her hardened n****e as she moaned dropping her head back and arching her chest towards me. My hand moved to her other n****e squeezing her between my thumb and finger. f**k her skin was smooth and creamy. Her moans erotic. Her hands pulling at my jeans and my c**k push to be free.   I hadn't forgotten about my little blonde sitting on my desk. I let go of brunette’s n*****s with a pop and spun her around. Her back pushed into my chest. My chin resting on her shoulder as I looked at blondie. "Take your dress off.”