Page 10 of Jace (Wolf Rider MC Daddies #2)

Caleb

Jace’s blood is on my hands, and it’s all I can focus on.

The metallic scent mixes with the antiseptic I’m dabbing on his grazed shoulder, the shallow wound raw and red under my trembling fingers.

He’s sitting on my couch, shirtless, his tattoos stark against his bruised skin, and every wince he hides makes my chest ache.

He came straight from the warehouse fight, the Iron Vipers’ blood still on his knuckles, and told me he’d stepped back from the club’s worst violence for me…

But the truth is staring me in the face: his world is a battlefield, and I’m in it now, whether I’m ready or not. I love him, and that love is a fierce, terrifying thing, binding me to him even as fear claws at my heart.

“Easy, boy,” Jace murmurs, his voice rough but steady, his hand catching mine as I press too hard with the gauze. His green eyes hold mine, soft despite the pain, and I see it—the guilt, the promise he’s trying to keep. “I’m okay. It’s just a scratch.”

“It’s not just a scratch,” I say, my voice sharper than I mean it to be. “You could’ve died, Jace. The Vipers, the guns… what if next time it’s worse?”

He cups my face, his thumb brushing my cheek, and the warmth of his touch grounds me, even as my pulse races.

“Hey, did you forget already? There won’t be a next time like that,” Jace says, his tone firm, commanding, that Daddy Dom there for me to see. “I told you, I’m stepping back. I meant it.”

I want to believe him, but the note from the Vipers burns in my mind, a reminder that his world doesn’t let go so easily.

I nod, swallowing the fear, and finish bandaging his shoulder, my fingers lingering on his skin. He’s all strength and scars, a warrior who’s fought for his club, but now he’s fighting for me, and it’s humbling, overwhelming.

I lean in, kissing him softly, and he responds with a low groan, his hand sliding to my neck, guiding me closer.

“You’re too good for me,” Jace murmurs against my lips, his voice raw. “But I’m not letting you go.”

“Good,” I whisper, my hands resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

We’re interrupted by a sharp knock at the door, and I stiffen, my heart lurching.

Jace’s hand tightens on me, protective, as he stands, pulling on his shirt with a grimace.

“Stay here,” he says, his voice hard, but I’m done hiding. I follow him, ignoring his frown, and he opens the door to reveal Tank, his massive frame filling the doorway, his face grim.

“Trouble,” Tank says, holding up a folded paper. “Found this taped to the clubhouse door.”

Jace takes it, his jaw clenching as he reads. He hands it to me, and my stomach drops.

Last chance, Wolf. Hand over your boy, or we burn it all down.

The Vipers’ threat is clear, personal, and it’s like ice in my veins. They’re not just targeting Jace anymore—they’re coming for me.

“ Motherfuckers ,” Jace growls, crumpling the note. “They’re desperate. That piece of shit Crow. I should have killed him there and then. We end this now.”

Tank nods, glancing at me with a mix of respect and doubt.

“You sure he’s worth this, brother?” Tank asks, his voice low, not cruel but blunt. “No offence, but he’s not one of us. This war’s getting hot, and he’s a liability.”

I feel the words like a slap, but they spark something in me—anger, defiance, the same fire that got me to the clubhouse last night.

Before Jace can respond, I step forward, my chin high.

“I’m not a liability,” I say, my voice steady despite the fear. “I’m with Jace, and I’m not running.”

Tank blinks, surprised, and Jace’s hand settles on my back, warm and proud.

“He’s my boy,” Jace says, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And he’s tougher than half the men in the clubhouse. You got a problem, you take it up with me.”

Tank raises his hands, a grudging smile tugging at his lips.

“Fair enough,” Tank says. “Just saying, he’s in deep now.” He looks at me, his eyes softer. “You got balls, teach . Respect.”

Tank leaves, and Jace shuts the door, turning to me with a look that’s equal parts awe and heat.

“You’re something else, boy,” he says, pulling me close, his hands on my hips. “Standing up to Tank like that? That’s fucking fearless.”

I laugh, a little on the nervous side. My hands grip onto Jace’s body, being careful to avoid his shoulder.

“I’m not fearless,” I admit. “I’m terrified. But I’m done letting fear win. I love you, and I’m in this with you, Daddy. All the way.”

Jace’s eyes darken, and he kisses me, deep and possessive, his hands roaming my back, pulling me flush against him.

“My boy,” he growls, his voice a low rumble, and I feel it—the shift, the moment I fully give myself to him, to us.

Jace lifts me, carrying me to the bedroom, and I’m clinging to him, my heart racing with need and love.

We fall onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heat, his kisses fierce, guiding me, his Daddy Dom control in every touch.

I giggle in delight as Jace hooks my legs up toward my shoulders and a squirt of lube later is guiding his dick deep inside me.

“Daddy… I… I’ve never done it… like this,” I gasp, my eyes rolling back in my head as Jace hits my G-spot and simply holds his position for a moment and looks me deep in the eye.

“Tell me when you want me to fuck you hard,” Jace commands, rocking slightly, just enough to massage my special spot.

“ Mmmph , fuck me hard now,” I moan. “Don’t worry about me, just fuck me hard and fast and cum inside me. Use me. Own me. I need to feel you lose yourself inside me.”

And with that, Jace thrusts hard and fast, my legs still up by my shoulders and my entire body reaching to each and every pump as I feel Jace’s heavy balls bang up against me.

“Hold on, boy, hold on tight,” Jace growls, his final thrusts so hard that I’m worried the entire bed frame might collapse on itself.

I reach down and squeeze my cock, jerking it hard and fast and shooting my load all over myself as Jace drives his dick like a steam train all the way home until he climaxes too.

Jace pulls out and I shut my eyes and feel a kind of satisfaction that I’ve never thought possible before. This is what being taken by a Daddy feels like—and I’m lucky enough to have experienced it a second time with Jace.

But as we lie side by side, I know that we’re only a phone call away from the madness and mayhem of Wolf Rider life…