I scoff, thinking over his parting words.
He will fucking have to work for a taste of me.
6
Thorin
It has been two days since I left Delaney panting and ready to come for me at the club where she works.
Her heart was rapidly beating in her chest, and her pussy was smelling delicious and ripe for me, but I held off. One of the hardest things I have had to do is walk away from my girl ready and wet for me.
Being that close to her made my body respond in a way it never has before. She smelled so fucking good, and the way she arched into me made my dick hard.
My past has kept me from doing what is right, but it has also made me see that hurting Delaney the way that I did was wrong. If my mother were alive, she would have beat me with a paddle for treating her the way that I have.
When Winger got the text from her saying that there were vampires at her workplace and she did not know them, it got my blood hot and raging. No fucking vampires should come into my territory without clearing it with me first.
For over sixty years, I have been the alpha vampire in this state. Ever since I had to kill Lord Viewmont because he was a sick fuck.
“What do you know?” Camo asks me.
He means the bitches we attacked that night.
“They are known as the Nazara sisters. They have been carrying on the work of their Greek ancestors. You all know how the Fury three came about, but over time, as the world developed, so did their greed for power and blood. These three are known for helping scorned women get payback on their cheating spouses. Also, like what we walked in on, they like to punish men for the simplest of things.”
“So, no fucking morals then?” he scoffs.
“Like we do, brother?” Shift laughs, and Camo flips him off.
“How do we stop them?”
“We don’t,” Winger snaps, stepping into the main room. “I have already had a phone call with a friend of mine who knows how to deal with them. I am waiting for a call back. For now, we stay fucking clear of them.” His voice turns hard as he stares me down.
I am older than Winger and stronger, but I have mad respect for him, so I nod. I will not cause a scene in front of my brothers.
Respect goes a long fucking way in this club.
“They seemed pretty fucking crazy when we interrupted their little party the other night, and then this old fucker decided to kill one of them. What if they attack us? Do we not defend ourselves?”
“No,” Winger replies, then turns his gaze to Halen. “Then you defend. I will not have you going to look for any extra trouble, but I won’t have you not fight either.”
That seems to appease the brothers.
“I have information on the vamps from the club,” Cotton adds. “They have been looking at houses on the edge of Salem,close to Forrest River Conservation. They have also been looking into some business in the area.”
I grit my teeth, reining in my anger at hearing this information. They have no fucking right moving into my territory without seeking me out first.
The night at the club, they were cocky, thinking that I would not make a scene, but if it wasn’t for Winger pulling me back, I would have ripped those fuckers in half for insulting me the way they did.
Both cunts thought that they could come into Salem and claim that I was too wrapped up in club shit to deal with the rogue vamps here, saying they could handle it for us. It got me thinking that they sent them here, to try to prove that I am not strong enough to control my territory.
They fucking thought wrong.
“I worked on the one we caught from the night with the Furies, and he informed me that they were promised freedom to feed off the humans in the area. He has no idea who told him, but that was what he was told, and he told me before I removed his head.” Shift speaks up, “Fuck it was fun seeing him squirm, screaming thinking that he was on fire.” The prick chuckles.
“Why do I get the feeling that people think that we no longer run this state?” Oryn asks, looking at Winger.
The man is playing with his stiletto blade, flicking it in and out. He is fucking lethal with that thing.
