Ainsley's Angels: Blood Angels MC RH, #3

By S.E. Isaac and Josette Reuel

**Paranormal MC Reverse Harem Romance**

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Ainsley Thom had known what she wanted in life since she was a teenager but when your several-times removed grandfather decides you are his business, it means no one will touch you – especially when he's the blood-sucking president of a motorcycle club. With the MC members, humans, and the neighboring wolf pack all out of bounds, what was an almost thirty-year-old virgin to do?

 

Aksel Ivarson was a pureblood vampire who had gotten lost in a storm while on a Viking raid a long time ago. He'd come a long way since the grungy man he'd been back then. As an enforcer for the Blood Angels MC, Aksel was able to keep his fighting skills up to par while taking pleasure in the finer things in life. He thought he had it all until the prez brought home a scrawny little human girl.

 

Hiram Cohen learned a long time ago to keep his mouth shut and his hands to himself. It may have helped when Ainsley came into his life and the prez of the Blood Angels told everyone that she was hands-off, but it didn't help the ache in his heart or soul. Didn't help keep the women away either, so he spent all of his time training as an enforcer with his friends, Aksel and Jee – it helped when someone else understood.

 

Jee-Ho Chin struggled to control his instincts every day of his life. Even so, as a wolf-vampire hybrid, it took way more than his iron will to hold him back from the woman who he knew was his. It wasn't easy when you walked two paths and neither family wanted you. So, when a man gives you a place to call home, you don't bite the offered hand.

 

When duty and respect collide with the curvy beauty that all three want, would brotherhood keep them from breaking the rules and claiming Ainsley or will she finally catch their eye? Or has their neglect caused too much heartache which will have Ainsley walking away?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evanlea Publishing
• Release date: Oct 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393939962

S.E. Isaac

Coming from a family of military members, S.E. Isaac learned at an early age what it meant to travel. She spent six years of her childhood in Germany and the remainder in Missouri, USA. She became a young mother at the age of sixteen and learned what determination, motivation, and inspiration could do for one’s life. She has experienced just about everything life can throw at a person, from serving in the military, seeing the effects of war, divorces, childbirth, financial struggles, being a single parent, and raising a special needs child alone. Life hasn’t always granted her the happiness, which she desired, but she never quit treading water. You have to fight for what you want in life. Writing has always been an outlet for her, even at the young age of eight, which is when she started writing poetry and short stories. It has always been a dream to have her work published and to have readers connect with her characters. She believes that is every writer’s dream — to have their work truly read. Connect with S.E. Isaac www.facebook.com/monsterinthecookiejar www.twitter.com/SiobhanIsaac www.instagram.com/se.isaac/ www.tumblr.com/blog/seisaac www.booksprout.co/author/1269/s-e-isaac

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Ainsley’s Angels: Blood Angels MC RH 3

Copyright c) 2020 S.E. Isaac and Josette Schaber (as Josette Reuel)

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Ainsley’s Angels

Blood Angels MC RH 3

By S.E. Isaac & Josette Reuel

Ainsley Thom had known what she wanted in life since she was a teenager but when your several-times removed grandfather decides you are his business, it means no one will touch you – especially when he’s the blood-sucking president of a motorcycle club. With the MC members, humans, and the neighboring wolf pack all out of bounds, what was an almost thirty-year-old virgin to do?

Aksel Ivarson was a pureblood vampire who had gotten lost in a storm while on a Viking raid a long time ago. He’d come a long way since the grungy man he’d been back then. As an enforcer for the Blood Angels MC, Aksel was able to keep his fighting skills up to par while taking pleasure in the finer things in life. He thought he had it all until the prez brought home a scrawny little human girl.

Hiram Cohen learned a long time ago to keep his mouth shut and his hands to himself. It may have helped when Ainsley came into his life and the prez of the Blood Angels told everyone that she was hands-off, but it didn’t help the ache in his heart or soul. Didn’t help keep the women away either, so he spent all of his time training as an enforcer with his friends, Aksel and Jee – it helped when someone else understood.

Jee-Ho Chin struggled to control his instincts every day of his life. Even so, as a wolf-vampire hybrid, it took way more than his iron will to hold him back from the woman who he knew was his. It wasn’t easy when you walked two paths and neither family wanted you. So, when a man gives you a place to call home, you don’t bite the offered hand.

When duty and respect collide with the curvy beauty that all three want, would brotherhood keep them from breaking the rules and claiming Ainsley or will she finally catch their eye? Or has their neglect caused too much heartache which will have Ainsley walking away?

CHAPTER ONE

AINSLEY

Don’t stop, I groaned and lifted my pussy into Aksel’s face.

He chuckled and the vibration pushed me closer to the orgasm that had been on the verge for so long I thought I’d die.

Let me taste her, Hiram demanded as he shoved Aksel out of the way and clamped his mouth onto my clit and sucked it into his mouth. He flicked and moved it in alternating motions that had me bucking up against him.

You like that, my love? Jee rumbled as he came to hover above me. His breath fanned over my face as he grinned down at me.

More, I groaned.

Jee nuzzled into my neck and inhaled deeply. You smell good enough to eat, Ainsley.

Then suck those beautiful tits, Aksel demanded as he reached out and pinched one hard nipple between two fingers.

I cried out and whimpered as spasms had my sheath clenching on nothingness.

"I need –

"We –

Beep. Beep. Beep.

*

Beep. Beep. Beep. Slamming my hand down on my alarm, I glared at the light streaming past my curtains. It seemed that the sun was setting and I glanced at the clock and realized I’d been hitting snooze for almost an hour.

Fuck, I groaned and pushed away my blankets. Cool air sent shivers over my skin as it dried the sweat that had soaked me and my bedding.

Damn fucking dreams, I lamented as I rushed through my morning routine. It seemed so odd to have my morning at three in the afternoon but the job at the bar was the best I could do and I needed the money.

Living in a small town had its advantages, it only took me ten minutes to get from my fourth story apartment to the Sip & Nip. Sighing and looking at my work clothes, I was once again lamenting my situation.

Just another crappy day in Azrael, Alaska and another day in my shitty life, I grumbled and thought back to when things had been better.

It was something like five years ago that I had quit my job as the office manager for Angeli di Sangue Imports, Exports Inc. I’d left my childhood home, too. And, why? Because my grandpappy was the fucking president of the Blood Angels MC and thought he could still boss me around even though I was now a month away from my thirtieth birthday.

Sadly, I’d been drifting in uncertainty as I struggled to find the new me. Several attempts at jobs had failed miserably. When you do one thing for so long, it’s difficult to figure out how to do something new. I had worked at the MC’s company since I was sixteen years old and it had practically killed me to quit but I couldn’t do it anymore. I needed space. From grandpappy and… the others. I just couldn’t watch Aksel, Hiram, Jee, or any of the others turn to me with those brotherly looks on their faces.

I’m not a fucking kid anymore, I snapped at myself in the mirror.

Why couldn’t at least one of the Blood Angels see me as something more than their kid sister? Inching closer to thirty and still a virgin because even though I lusted after them, they didn’t look at me in the same way. Hell, they even scared away the human men who lived in town.

And, leaving the Angeli di Sangue Imports, Exports Inc. and the clubhouse hadn’t changed a thing. My heart still wanted what it wanted and my grandpappy was still interfering.

The Blood Angels MC was full of sexy men who starred in my fantasies – specifically Aksel, Hiram, and Jee. Why couldn’t one of them be interested in me? All I wanted was someone to love. Someone who would love me – fight for me. Screw anyone who wanted to put me down for wanting a knight in shining armor.

So, at the end of my rope… it was time for some drastic actions. I needed a job and I needed someone to wake up – them or me, only time would tell.

Unresolved need was making me insane. Vibrators and self-pleasuring could only alleviate so much of the pressure which had built up inside of me over the years. It was the only explanation for what I was about to do.

Tonight, I started my new job… a job as a waitress at the Sip & Nip. The bar was a dive where all of the MC brothers spent a lot of their free time. A lot of humans – men and women both – hung out at the bar in hopes that the brothers would select them for a night of fun.

I had originally quit my job at the office thinking one of the men I lusted after would get their head out of their ass but after all of this time… I missed them. Refusing to crawl back to Elias, my grandpappy, I had accepted the waitress job. If the bikers wouldn’t take me home after my shift, maybe one of the human men would. I was at the point where I wasn’t going to be picky. I needed someone to pop my damn cherry.

Taking a last look at myself in the mirror, I tugged at my crop top with the bar's logo and made sure that it was displaying the girls to perfection. I could just make out the edges of the lacy black bra I wore underneath along the hem and the neckline of the top. My Daisy Duke shorts were cut off to show a bit of my ass cheeks and the platform heels I wore stretched my legs perfectly.

Those bloodsuckers better fuck me, I growled as I shivered in anticipation. Who knows what I’ll do if they don’t, I whispered.

Flipping my hair, I grabbed a pen and notepad along with the apron I was to wear and headed through the dressing room door.

Several hours later, I groaned at the pain stabbing into my feet. The heels the waitresses were required to wear were torture devices. I looked around the bar at the other waitresses who all wore smiles and were dancing around the customers and cursed them to hell and back for being so damn happy.

You better get on the move, Ainsley, Jill whispered as she passed behind me. Don't want to get fired on your first day.

I sighed and headed to pick up the drinks for my table. Balancing the tray of shots, I plastered a smile on my lips and headed over to drop them off to the group of humans at the huge round table in the center of the bar.

Enviously, I watched them laugh and flirt with several of the bikers. My eyes moved from one of the males to another as I searched for the ones I wanted to see the most.

I’d just settled the last shot down in front of a thin girl with bright red hair when the door slammed open with a gust of wind. I shivered in the frigid air as several of those assembled yelled out curses at whoever was letting in the air.

Fuck off, a familiar, deep voice snapped.

Be nice, Aksel, Jee urged from his side as I turned to look at them walk through the open door.

Hiram was only a step behind the other two as Aksel turned to slam the door closed behind his friend.

Fuck you, Jee, Aksel growled.

Hiram however froze in his tracks as his eyes landed on me. My eyes devoured the three men as I took them in for the first time in only the gods knew how long. Arousal dripped from me and it took everything inside of me not to adjust myself in order to clench my legs together. Inhaling deeply, I forced myself to turn slowly away from the three males. I took a step and dropped a rag from the now empty tray. I leaned over even more slowly as I wiggled my ass and spread my feet apart to bend at the waist in order to reach the rag.

I wasn’t a small girl but I knew I had amazing tits and a great ass. Working at the bar, my uniform displayed everything for the men to see. No more button up shirts and proper skirts that ended at my knees. No more slacks with heavy sweaters and practical boots. No more little sister… I was all woman and they were damn well