The Snake Bites MC

Author's Notes: This is book 2 in a 2 book series under The Snake Bites MC. Characters like Spirit and her men, that appear in book 1, also appear in this book but I think this novella can stand alone if you haven't read book 1.

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Prologue

Seven years ago -- Vixen

"'Night guys," I called, kneeling and pretending to tie my boot laces. I glanced around to make sure no-one saw me slip around the side of the club-house and sneak to the sheds at the back.

Surrounded by dark and the smell of damp and must, I pulled the small blanket around my body as I crouched into the corner of the shed. I wrapped my arms around my legs trying to get some heat back into my body.

Homeless.

My mother had died of a drug overdose this year and two months later I'd been homeless.

A strong wind blew outside. The cracks between the wooden slats of the shed turned its gusts into sharp draughts that cut across exposed skin.

I shivered.

"No, I definitely heard something," said a deep gruff male voice nearby.

I made myself as small as possible.

My mother swore I was the offspring of a biker and so an MC compound should be my home, but I didn't think this was what she had in mind.

Since he, my biker dad, apparently hadn't wanted to know either of us when I was born, I had no details about him.

As soon as I'd turned eighteen, at the beginning of the year, my mother had put me on birth control and brought me to the parties at this motorcycle club, as if I was her best friend rather than her daughter. I'd quickly come to understand what the term club-slut meant.

I'd been lucky, though, that for the most part the older men saw me as too young and inexperienced. That's how I ended up losing my virginity to Bandit, one of the young prospects.

Bandit had been about as clueless as can be about a woman's body but over the last few months I'd shown him that giving a woman pleasure could be much more rewarding than just taking from her what he wanted.

For the last week I'd been bedding down in this shed. Stealing what food I could from the club-house, charging my phone at the parties and generally trying to survive, while I figured out what to do next.

My mom might have been a crack head, but she'd at least kept a roof over us. It might have been the size of a dog box and cock-roach invested, but our apartment had kept us warm and safe.

I couldn't even manage to keep it together long enough to get a job and start paying rent again and so my landlord had turfed me out.

"Jesus, Manic you're getting paranoid in your old age...it's probably just a mouse or something," I recognized the younger voice, it was Bandit.

Maybe they'd take pity on me and let me sleep on one of the club-house couches. I could do odd jobs around the place to pay my way.

"Shut-up with the old, kid. I'm forty not ninety..."

The door creaked open and I threw the blanket over my head hoping they'd think I was part of the junk stored here. They shone a light around, probably the torch of a phone. They moved things which scraped the floor and sent spiders racing.

A swift kick against my shin forced a squeal from my mouth before I could stop it. They whipped away the blanket.

"Come out, come out, little mouse," Manic said in a sing-song tone.

I blinked at the light shining into my eyes.

"Vixen, what are you doing in here?" Bandit stood behind Manic, frowning.

"Looks like she's been sleeping here, eating our food, using our electricity and generally sponging off us," Manic correctly assessed just from the few items around me.

"How long have you been sleeping here?" Bandit asked.

"A week," I whispered.

"That means there's a debt to be settled with you, little Vixen," Manic stated.

He spanned my narrow waist with his large hands and lifted me, throwing me over his shoulder.

"Fuck, girl...you're skin and bone," he mumbled.

I saw Bandit grab my rucksack which was all my worldly belongings before Manic strode out into the night.

"I could work it off," I suggested.

"Oh you will, little girl, just not the way you think, maybe."

He carried me towards the gym, drawing the attention of several bikers who were still awake, working on their bikes or playing cards in the garage. The wind whipped up dust from the dry ground and blew lengths of my hair into my face.

"Anyone interested in extracting a debt repayment from this fine filly follow me," Manic announced.

I watched in horror as a large group of men began to fall in behind him like rats following the pied piper. Only problem was, he wasn't leading them to their demise, he was leading me to mine. Or maybe not.

He strode into the center of the main room and set me on my feet. Bandit shoved my phone into my rucksack, dumped it by the door, turned and left.

Shit, so much for him possibly saving me. Then again I'd long since set aside girlish fantasies of knights in shining armour riding to my rescue. Not in my life, anyway.

I tried not to cower in front of all this testosterone but it was impossible not to be intimidated.

"Strip so that we can see what we're working with," Manic ordered.

"No."

He stepped up close to me and I stood my ground. He gripped my chin and tilted my head back, just a little too far.

"We'll be extracting payment for the debt from you one way or another, so why not choose the way that'll be fun for all of us?"

My pride dictated that I couldn't give in too quickly, so as soon as he released me, I pelted for a gap in the crowd towards the door. Manic laughed. Almost there, hands from all directions grabbed and pulled at my clothes and hair and soon I was carried back to the center.

Apparently this kind of danger and risk and resistance turned me on. My pussy moistened. While my head was saying I didn't want this, my body, which had enjoyed the pleasures of all kinds of sexual acts over the last few months, was screaming 'yes' at the top of its voice.

I'd given myself away for free to some of these bikers already. What would be the harm in using my body to get what I needed? My choice.

What happened over the next few hours can only be described as a gang bang. In the heat of the action everything they did was pleasurable and I allowed my inner basic instincts to take over. No shame. No overthinking. Just raw animal lust.

Near dawn, completely and royally fucked six ways to Sunday, I lay naked on one of the gym mats. My body was wrecked but didn't seem to be broken.

I had just pulled on some clothes and grabbed my rucksack when Bandit appeared in the doorway.

"You've got to get out of here, Vixen," he started pushing me across the front yard of the compound towards the side gate.

"I've nowhere to go," I wriggled against his hold, "and besides I've paid my debt, they'll leave me alone now."

"Jesus are you really that naïve?"

"Bandit, I've no money...I'll be no safer on the streets than in here."

He pulled a roll of cash from his jacket pocket and shoved it deep into my rucksack.

"That should get you a few days at a motel. Don't fucking buy drugs with it," he instructed and I shook my head. I didn't do drugs. My mom had been a great deterrent for going down that particular road.

"Now go, before someone sees you."

He pushed me out the gate into the side alley that ran along the compound. He banged it closed behind me so that the lock engaged.

At the end of the alley, I heard first, and then saw, a motorcycle come to a stop. The rider had the rising sun behind them, but I instantly recognized the outline of a woman and I relaxed a little. She beckoned me to her and for some reason I didn't walk the other way.

"They kick you out, honey?" she asked, her voice gruff and rasping like she'd smoked all her life.

"Something like that, yeah," my voice was rough too, not from cigarettes but from too much deep-throat over and over again. God, I loved a good gagging session.

"Bastards. Take what they want and then throw you aside like trash. I know the feeling."

"Only problem is now I've nowhere to go," I blurted without thinking. I shivered and she shrugged out of her jacket and put it around my shoulders. It smelled of cigarettes and lavender.

"You got any money?" she asked and I nodded.

"Good, you can buy me breakfast as a thank you for taking you in. Hop on, sweetheart," she said as she swung a long jeans clad leg over the bike.

She patted the seat behind her. Who was this woman?

"Why would you do that when you don't know anything about me?"

"Because I can. Because I've been where you're headed and I wouldn't be much for the sisterhood if I didn't try to steer you onto a better path. Why? Would you prefer to try your chances on the street?"

Her tone took on a sharp edge but then she tempered it with a smile and rubbed my arm.

"Come on, I might even be able to get you a job at the diner where I work. You can pay rent if it'll make you feel more like a fully contributing citizen. My name's Phoenix, by the way."

Chapter One - Vixen

Present day

I watched Spirit as she laughed and joked with Snake, Duke and Hammer, the leadership of this MC. She wasn't sitting in any of their laps. She had a seat for herself, not only on the couches of the President's booth but also at Church and High Church. It was such a break with tradition but then The Snake Bites MC was all about not being the norm.

Who got to be shared and protected by three gorgeous bikers? Spirit, that's who. In other circumstances I might have admired or envied her but knowing what was coming her way, I pitied her.

I hadn't been here long enough to be seen as anything other than fresh meat club-slut material. There were many terms for women like me who came to motorcycle club parties and offered themselves up to any biker who wanted them.

Just like there was a structure and chain of command within the membership of the MC, here there was a pecking order among the club-sluts.

"If I hear again that you've propositioned one of the officers you'll be out so fast you're head'll spin," the busty blonde, Kirsty, shouted over the music.

While 'fresh meat' club-sluts could say yes to any rank of MC member who approached her, she wasn't supposed to approach senior members until she'd been with the club for about a year, leaving them for the more senior and regular club-sluts.

"I'm here six months, when do I get to climb the ladder?" I asked and she shrugged.

"All I'm looking for is just one fucking man that can give me a damn orgasm, is that too much...to..." my words trailed off as there was a sudden drop in the volume of the music and my shout was heard by most of the club house.

About two dozen male heads turned to look at me.

"Well now that, sounds like a challenge," Hydrogen, an officer according to his cut badge, stepped forward and a few other men joined him.

As he looked to the men around him, his black hair swung across his shoulders revealing deep red streaks underneath. He ducked under the hanging ceiling lights and came closer.

Just past him I saw Spirit look over. Our gazes locked for a second and then she smiled and shook her head.

"You've gone and done it now, missy," she chided, "these men take their reputation for giving pleasure to the women who give themselves to the club very seriously, now you've called that into question."

I slid off my stool and instantly regretted it. The rest of the room and crowd beyond disappeared in a forest of men at least a foot taller than me.

"It would seem that some of your prospects didn't get the memo. I've been visiting here for six months and in that time nothing, zilch, nada, not a single orgasm for me."

I winced as Hydrogen suddenly roared, "Prospects, front and center."

About twelve young men shuffled from the darkness into the light of the center of the room. Hydrogen glanced around at them.

"We ain't gonna name and shame anyone," he stated and several of them visibly relaxed.

"Would you like us to redress this grievous wrong...?"

"Vixen," I supplied.

"And would you like to assist in these boys' education?" he asked.

"How many orgasms would satisfy you?" another man asked and when I glanced over at him I caught his name on his cut. Grinder, another officer.

He was a few inches shorter than Hydrogen and in stark contrast his hair was white blonde, shaved around the sides and back of his head but with a mop of it sitting on top.

Before he could answer four other men stepped up behind them.

Demolition, Boom, Stoic and Angel. There were six of them now. These four were all around the same height, towering above me.

Demolition tossed his light brown hair with his fingers and the curls sprang back into place. The stubble on his chin made the skin on my thighs tingle, imagining it rubbing there as he ate me out.

Boom scratched his shaved head.

Stoic tightened the hair tie around the ponytail at the nape of his neck. Black beauty sprang to mind. I just caught sight of a braided section running over the top his head and down to his neck. He sported a short black beard.

Angel's hair was by far the longest coming almost to his waist in a rich dark brown. He'd caught the top section back from his face. It was a handsome face.

"Or we could just make her come until she blacks out or begs for mercy," Demolition suggested. He ran his tongue along his lip and the stud that was pierced into it glinted in the light.

I had to do it. This was my chance to make an impression on not only one officer, but two. Since that's exactly why I was here, playing club-slut, I couldn't turn this down.

I glanced back at Kirsty and gave her a wiggly finger wave.

"They approached me. What's a girl to do?"

"I've been teaching little boys how to pleasure this particular woman since I was eighteen so I suppose I can't stop now. Where do you men want me?"

"Fuck..." Hydrogen bent at his knees, hooked his arm under my butt and stood up, lifting me off the ground. I caught hold of his t-shirt with one hand and his hair with the other to stop from falling off his arm, which was now my seat.

"How about here?" he suggested, "with the full audience in sight."

Of its own accord the entire lower half of my body clenched and twisted in arousal and he laughed.

"Prospects, consider this part of your training. You will not besmirch...look it up...the honour of the club by neglecting to give pleasure to the womenfolk."

He strode to a group of high tables and stools. With his free hand he pushed the hem of my tight denim mini skirt up to my waist before sitting me on the table. Pulling up a bar stool he sat on it. His face was exactly level with my pussy.

Grinder stepped in behind me and pulled me against his chest, trapping my hands between us, behind my back. I inhaled the scent of leather, aftershave, sweat and beer. Another clench.

He pulled my t-shirt up and over my breasts. They were braless. He kneaded them with his large hands sending hormones racing through my body.

Across his fingers the word 'pleasure' was tattooed, a letter below each finger's knuckle.

I'd known I liked to be watched from an early age when my favourite thing to do was fuck boys in the open air. This didn't phase me.

Hydrogen draped my lower legs over his shoulders and ran a long thick finger up and down the length of my pussy over my underwear. He hooked his fingers into the waist band of my panties. I lifted my hips so that he could pull them down, stretching them across my two legs at the knee. He ducked beneath the makeshift restraint and blew on me. A shiver raced down my spine.

"So sensitive and reactive. Last chance to back out," he said softly, "or agree and lay down some conditions."

He was following this MC's golden rule. Everything you wanted to do with a woman had to have her full consent without cajoling, coercion, bullying and never by force.

"No cocks anywhere. My ass is off limits for anything."

"Understood. Ready?"

I nodded.

As it turned out I was not ready for Hydrogen, Grinder and their crews.

They worked in pairs swapping over once one of them had extracted two orgasms. By the time Hydrogen and Grinder and Demolition and Boom had done with me I'd had eight orgasms and possibly a small brain aneurysm.

As Angel took up position between my thighs and Stoic settled my back onto his chest, Stoic looked down at me upside down and kissed my lips.

"Are you sure you're alright, honey? We don't mind if you need to stop."

I shook my head. "Never let it be said I don't keep my word. Do your worst."

He gave Angel a nod and then lifted my head so I could see what Angel was doing. I groaned when he pulled out of his jeans pocket a small vibrator shaped like a narrow egg with a cord at the bottom. From his other pocket he produced a tiny bottle of lube and a remote control.

"You game?" he asked and I nodded, biting my bottom lip.

My clit would be so sensitive now I wasn't sure if this would be pleasure or pain or perhaps the ultimate combination of the two.

As Angel inserted the vibrator into my pussy, Stoic ran his hands all over my upper body and down my thighs as far as he could reach. He kissed my forehead, nose, chin and then sucked on each nipple.

When I could, I pressed kisses to Stoic's chest and ran my hands up and down his biceps. While he suckled at my breasts, I pulled his hair tie out and sank my fingers into his hair. He groaned.

I bucked as Angel switched on the vibrator and then moaned as he reduced the level to a gentle ripple. He lifted my legs into the air and kissed along the backs of my thighs, then he stood up and bent my leg, sucking my big toe into his mouth. He increased the hum of the vibrator and the sensations coming at me from all directions were mind-blowing.

He sat down and ramped the vibrations up to their highest and I cried out.

"Aaahh... too much..."

He immediately reduced it back to comfortable. He did that a few more times until I let him leave it on high for longer and longer, reveling in the intensity. The final piece fell into place when the vibrations were at comfortable.

Angel smacked my ass several times and Stoic slid his hand around my throat and squeezed.

I clenched and came so hard that the vibrator shot out of me and into Angel's lap and then I succumbed to the blackness.

When I came back to awareness I was wrapped in a blanket and being cradled in someone's lap. I kept my eyes closed and listened.

"Are you sure she's not just sleeping, Doc?" Hydrogen asked.

"You're lucky you didn't give her a stroke but she's young and seems fit and resilient so likely you've done no harm."

I recognized Doc, the MC doctor, one of the founding members and Spirit's uncle.

I couldn't help but wonder how, having found out from her mother what Doc had done to the older woman, Spirit could continue to reject her mother and favour him?

I peeked out through my lashes. Hydrogen and the full six who had pleasured me literally into oblivion were seated in a set of couches at the far back of the common room where it was quiet.

"We know you're awake, sweetheart, you're breathing's changed," Stoic informed me.

I opened my eyes fully. I sat up a little and Hydrogen supported my back with his arm, his other hand resting gently on my thigh.

My clothes were back in place under the blanket and so I pulled it from around myself and moved to stand.

"Take it slow," Grinder warned just as I stood and the room swam. I swayed and reached out and several male arms supported me.

Jesus, a girl could get used to being looked after so good...but not this girl.