Page 9 of Raze (Wolf Rider MC Daddies #4)

Nico

The roar of Clay’s Harley beneath me is like a shot of adrenaline straight to my veins. The bike’s power vibrates through my bones, a raw, untamed force that makes my heart pound and my cock stir in my jeans.

And from what I’ve seen from Clay, there’s no way I’m taking Raze’s warning lightly. I need to get this bike back without a single scratch on it or I’m probably in even more danger than I’ve been at any point in my whole life.

Come on, hold it together.

I’ve ridden fast bikes before.

I’ve got this…

I’m gripping the handlebars, the rain-slicked road blurring past, and every rumble of the engine feels like it’s waking something inside me—something wild, something I’ve been chasing since I was sixteen, running from foster homes and dead-end towns.

This isn’t just a bike. It’s a goddamn beast, and I’m riding it like I belong, like I’m one of the Wolf Riders. The thought alone sends a thrill through me, hot and reckless, mixing with the memory of Raze’s hands, his voice calling me boy , his lips crashing into mine outside that dive bar.

I’m still reeling from the mission— a real, no bullshit Wolf Rider mission . The kind I’d heard whispered about in dive bars, stories of blood and loyalty that sounded like legends.

Being part of it, even in my own minor role, feels surreal.

I helped takedown the Broker, watched Raze put two bullets in him, clean and cold, like it was nothing. I saw Tank sling that duffel of cash over his shoulder, grinning like we’d won the lottery.

And me? I’m still here, alive, riding Clay’s bike, my .

38 heavy against my hip, my arm still throbbing under the bandage.

I’m not just some hustler anymore, not just the kid caught with stolen goods.

I’m in this, deep in the Wolf Riders’ world, and it’s both terrifying and exhilarating in a way that nothing else has ever felt like.

The highway stretches out, dark and wet, the rain a light drizzle now, cooling my face but not the fire in my gut.

I glance at Raze ahead, his broad shoulders cutting through the night, his Harley leading the way.

Tank’s behind me, hauling the safe and cash, his own bike growling like a pissed-off wolf.

I can’t help but wonder—could this be it?

Could this be the home I’ve been searching for since I was a kid, bouncing from one shitty foster home to another, always unwanted, always running?

The Wolf Riders are a family, forged in blood and leather, and Raze… he’s something else entirely. His touch, his voice, his veiny, hard cock… it’s got me hooked, and I don’t know if I want to break free or dive deeper.

Could this be forever ? Me, with Raze, with the club?

The thought makes my chest tight, a mix of hope and fear. I’ve never had a place to belong, never had anyone fight for me like Raze did when he carried me bleeding from that bar, when he faced down Clay to get me stitched up.

But forever’s a big word for a boy like me, a hustler who’s always lived one job, one town, one hustle at a time. And now, with the Broker dead and the job done, what happens next?

Does Raze still want me, or was I just a means to an end?

The doubt gnaws at me, but the way he kissed me, the way he looked at me when I was shaking in that safehouse—it felt real. Too real.

The clubhouse looms ahead, a cinderblock fortress under the flickering neon wolf sign.

My stomach flips as we pull into the gravel lot, the engines cutting out one by one. The whole damn club is out front, a sea of leather vests and hard stares, their eyes glinting under the floodlights.

Clay’s there, arms crossed, his face unreadable.

Jase is beside him, cigarette dangling, smirking like he knows what’s coming. A whole bunch of other Wolf Riders are there too, all with a hungry look on their face…

Dylan, Keegan, and Caleb are off to the side, their faces a mix of sympathy and amusement, like they’ve been through this before. I dismount Clay’s bike, my legs shaky from the ride and the weight of what’s about to go down.

The air smells like gasoline and rain, and my heart’s pounding so loud I swear they can all hear it.

I know what’s coming.

Raze and Tank weren’t kidding about that public spanking.

Stealing a Wolf Rider’s bike—Tank’s, no less—is a sin in this world, and I’m about to pay for it in front of the whole damn club.

My ass still stings from the memory of Raze’s hand in that interrogation room, the memory of his palm, the way I broke and called him Daddy , burning hotter than the wound on my arm. I’m not sure if I’m scared or turned on—maybe both—but I’m not running.

Raze strides over, his boots crunching gravel, his storm-dark eyes locking onto mine.

He’s all muscle and menace, his leather jacket tight over his chest, and the sight of him makes my breath catch.

Raze grabs my good arm, pulling me aside, away from the crowd, his grip firm but not cruel.

His voice is low, rough, meant just for me.

“You ready for this, boy?” Raze asks, his eyes searching mine. “It’s gonna happen—public, like Tank said. But I’ll look after you, make sure it doesn’t go too far. You don’t need to worry.”

I swallow hard, my throat tight, but I force a grin, that cocky one I’ve used to charm my way out of worse.

“I’m a big boy, Raze,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel. “I can handle it.”

The words come out bold, but inside, I’m a mess. The idea of being bent over in front of the club, Raze’s hand on me again, has my pulse racing. It’s not just the pain I’m bracing for—it’s the way he makes me feel, like I’m his, like I belong, even if it’s just for this moment.

Raze’s jaw tightens, and for a second, I think I see something soften in his eyes—concern, maybe, or something deeper.

“You’re mine to handle,” Raze growls, the word mine hitting like a spark, lighting up that reckless part of me. “Don’t forget that.”

I nod, my grin faltering, and he lets go of my arm, stepping back.

The club’s watching, their murmurs low, the air thick with anticipation. Tank’s grinning, his anger from earlier replaced by a smug satisfaction, like he’s looking forward to the show. Clay’s still unreadable, but Jase’s smirk says he’s enjoying this too much.

Dylan, Keegan, and Caleb give me small nods, like they’re rooting for me to get through it.

I’m sure their assess have all felt the sting of a public spanking at least once, but right now all I can think about is how I’m going to feel when I’m exposed and punished in front of these wild, dangerous men.

I square my shoulders, ready to face what’s coming, my mind still spinning with the thrill of the ride, the mission, the possibility of a home with these men—with Raze.

The Wolf Rider sign glares down, and I feel like it’s judging me, daring me to prove I can handle this world.

I’ve survived foster homes, street fights, and now a Wolf Rider mission.

A public spanking? I can take it.

And whatever comes after, with Raze, I’m ready for that too. Or least I hope I am.

“Let’s do this, Raze,” Clay commands. “The boy will be spanked on his naked ass. Six of the best. And each spank will be accompanied by a howl. Understood?”

“Tell him you understand, boy,” Raze says, his voice firm and leaving no room for error.

“I understand, Clay,” I say, my heart thumping.

With that, Raze leads me to the bench that has been placed outside the club and promptly yanks my trousers and briefs down to my ankles. A huge roar goes up amongst the men as my semi-stiff cock springs to attention. I feel objectified, a little ashamed, but also so undeniably excited by it all.

I’ve always craved a moment like this, my deepest fantasies dreaming of being put on display and punished by a man who knows how to lay down the law in a way that I actually want to obey…

“ Howoooooo !” I howl, the first spank lighting up my ass.

The crowd roars as the spanks flow and my howls get louder and louder until the sixth and final spank shakes my cheeks something crazy.

I can feel the glow of my butt almost as much as the looks and whistles of encouragement as Raze takes me by the hand and walks me around in a circle, showing off my red butt to everyone.

“Well done, young pup,” Clay says, a hint of a smile on his face. “Raze, you can take the boy inside. But he walks through with his cock under your control. You know how we do it.”

“I sure do,” Raze laughs, taking my dick in his hand and promptly walking me inside the bar and around to each corner, the cheers of the men getting louder as they follow us and begin to sing and make merry. “Okay, with me now, boy.”

I blush and let out a giggle as Raze leads me out of the main bar, my hard dick still in his hand, and we go down the corridor and into a small side room.

“On the bed,” Raze says. “If you’re ready, it’s time to make you mine.”

“I’m ready, Daddy,” I say, lying down on the bed, my cock hard and my eyes wide as Raze strips. “I want to be yours all the way. Fuck me. Make me cum. Fill me with everything you’ve got.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Raze says, now naked, his body strong, tattooed, and emanating power. “Now get the rest of those clothes off before I tear them off…”

I whip my t-shirt off and watch as Raze climbs onto the bed next to me.

I’ve waited for this moment for so long—and now it’s finally about to happen with a man who might just be perfect for a boy like me…

“Don’t worry, I trust you,” I say. “And you can trust me. We don’t need protection.”

Raze nods and before I know it, his strong, heavy body is on top of me and our lips lock—and just like last time, it feels nothing short of electric.

“Be a good boy for Daddy,” Raze says, breathless as he pulls away from me and lifts my legs up in the air and folds them back toward my shoulders. “Hold them in place. I need a clear run on this tight little ass.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply, gasping with pleasure as Raze dives down and flicks his tongue over my asshole, expertly swirling and flicking in a way that has my entire body reacting.

“Don’t get carried away, I don’t want that cock spurting before I’m done,” Raze growls, reaching and slapping my hard cock from side to side. It’s playful but far from gentle—and I like it.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, bucking my hips a little by way of encouraging another slap.

Raze duly gives me what I crave, and soon enough we settle into a rhythm of my Daddy alternating between slapping my erect cock and pleasuring and prepping my asshole for his own monstrously big dick.

“Enough,” Raze growls. “I want you to howl for me. Just like you did outside, in front of everyone. But this time I want you to howl when you feel my cock inside you. And the deeper I go, the louder you howl. Got it?”

I nod, bite my lip, and prepare for Raze’s full eight inches as he flips me onto my front and guides me onto my hands and knees.

“ Howwwwwwwwwwww !” I moan, the sensation of Raze’s wet cock pushing up against my hole and easing its way in making me lose all control.

“Damn, if that’s the howl we’re starting with, I think the entire club is going to hear you by the time we’re done,” Raze chuckles, spanking my ass cheeks and pressing his thick, long cock deeper inside me, all the way in fact. “Now show Daddy how hard you want it.”

I reach for a pillow and bite down momentarily as I feel my ass accommodate Raze in a way that I have never experienced before. It’s tight, Raze is huge , but I want to push him harder, make him fuck my brains out.

Before long, I’m howling, bouncing back and forth on Raze’s cock as his thrusts gets harder and faster too. My ass cheeks are clapping for my Wolf Rider Daddy and I’m howling so loud that the entire town can probably hear me, let alone the other Wolf Riders.

“Daddy… Daddy… I’m going to… I can’t stop it,” I gasp, feeling my orgasm rise up inside me, unstoppable, ready to blow.

“So cum then,” Raze bellows, gripping me tight and sending his own thrusts into overdrive. “A Daddy and his boy can cum together!”

And just like that, the pair of us climax together, as one.

I feel Raze’s cum shoot deep inside me, hot and thick. And as my own cock stiffens, trembles, and shoots its seed all over the bedsheet, I feel my entire body and mind connect with Raze.

We might be like two animals fucking in the wild, but this is a connection that goes way beyond just sex. I know now for sure in my heart of hearts that Raze is the man I have been searching for my whole life. Raze is my Daddy. And I want it to be that way forever …