I need to be focused on her, on our future. We may be vampires and hard to kill by most, but we can die.
“So much time wasted, but I will make up for it, by being the best fucking Ol’ Man and mate she could ever wish for. My world now revolves around her. My loyalties with the club are still there, and will never waiver, but she comes first. When we blood bonded, I could feel my alpha powers intensify but also go into her.
“Delaney will make a good mate for me, the best Ol’ Lady I could ask for. She will be powerful, yet full of empathy and loyalty when it comes to her people. Deep down, I knew she would be phenomenal, but I got into my own head after seeing her so hurt and abused.”
“I hear you, brother, and on that note, you know what you have do next to finish this.” He smiles wide at me.
Winger is proud of the club’s Blood Oath, and he made it a mandatory thing when we found our mates, to make sure that our other halves are connected to the club.
“Do it,” I say, and he slaps my shoulder and stands, stepping into the middle of the room and whistling.
“Brothers and ladies of the Kings of Anarchy MC.”
“The only ladies here are me, Eva, and Delaney, right?” Skyla calls out, making the club girls stare at her.
Delaney laughs loudly, winking at me, and Eva giggles.
“Skyla,” Winger says in a warning tone, but with a smile on his face.
“What? I am just stating facts.”
“Oh, fuck off, Skyla. I have seen and heard you and Camo fucking; you are just as big a whore as we are,” Sybil mouths back.
“Maybe, but I am a whore of an Ol’ Lady, and you are just a plain skanky whore,” Skyla retorts.
“Sybil, enough.”
“Why do they keep these bitches around anyway?” Delaney calls out. “The brothers go looking for fresh pussy elsewhere now.”
“What she said.” I spin to look at Rush, who is leaning against the bar.
“I agree. I want something new,” Shift adds.
“All in agreement that the club girls get gone?” Winger calls out to the room without hesitation.
I wink when I see Delaney watching me.
“Aye,” I start, and each of the men follow.
“You can’t do that; we have nowhere else to go,” Sybil cries. The other girls stand around her in solidarity, but I see Winger, and he really does not fucking care.
He fucking hates drama and is more than happy to see them gone.
Sighing, he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I will reach out to the other KOA clubs and see if they need more whores. If not, you are on your own. Now go pack all your shit up.”
I crook my finger at Delaney, beckoning her to me. With a sexy smirk on her face, she walks toward me. Her hips sway with each step, enticing my dick.
“Missed you, babe,” I whisper against her lips.
“I was across the room.”
“Too far, if you ask me.” I kiss her hard and deep, staking another claim on her, even if it is not needed.
“You both ready?” Winger asks from beside us.
We both nod and he steps back, holding out the dagger that a fellow Kings’ brother made.
“Tonight, we offer a Blood Oath to Thorin and Delaney. Together, you will pass through life as one. Your souls will be as one. Your bond will be as one.”
