“I get that feeling too, brother. I will reach out to other charters and see if they are having the same issue.”
The men nod, then talk about random shit, leaving me to think about what happened between Delaney and me at the club.
She smells so fucking good; there have been a few times over the years that I have smelled her arousal, but never that up close. Having her close to me had my cock harder than it has ever been before.
When her pupils dilated and her pussy reached for my cock, I almost said fuck it and bent her over the desk in the room, but I have to prove to her that I want all of her, not just sex.
She is my mate, and I want to claim her, bite her, and do the Blood Oath.
I know that I have a lot to make up for; she is right about that. So fucking her before we talk and sort through our shit is not the way to go.
I inwardly scoff, wondering where the fuck I put my man card.
We both know that she is it for me; I was just being a cunt and not giving in, making us both happy. The shit I have seen in my many years is not for the fainthearted, but that excuse can’t be used anymore. Seeing Camo and Skyla settle down, even though that cunt hurt her… I wanted to rip his throat out, though deep down, I knew that what I was doing to Delaney was the same thing.
Neither one of us made promises, but we both caused hurt to the women we are fated to.
When I licked her lips, it sent my blood and my balls into a frenzy—something that has never happened before. Not even when I fucked Ophelia after she sired me.
Her essence lingered on my tongue for hours after I left her standing there panting and smelling fucking delicious.
“I have put another prospect on Delaney. This one will be inside of Starlight at all times when she is working.”
The men nod, but I do not miss the side-eyes they give each other, or the grins and smirks.
Fucking children.
“Is this you finally fucking stepping up, brother?” Winger asks, pointing his blade at me.
“Yes,” is all I say.
The men slap their palms on the table, gaining the attention of the club girls. They turn on the sultry looks and head in our direction, and Camo groans. I feel him; it is not as if I have not told them that I am no longer fucking them. Hell, they know that he has claimed Skyla, but they still try to get his dick.
But Skyla likes to throw punches, so lately they have been backing off and paying me and the other brothers more attention.
I sigh, taking a drink from the bottle in my hand, as Sybil sidles up to me.
“No.” My voice is gruff but the bitch does not take the hint. Her bright-red nail skims over my bare bicep, and I grit my teeth. “Do you not hear me? I said no,” I snarl, but her grin just widens.
“Oh come on, baby, you know that I can take a fucking from you. It has been ages since you fucked me; I miss that fat cock of yours.”
“I said, fucking no. So fuck off and bother another brother.”
She pouts, sticking her bottom lip out, making the guys laugh. She thinks they are egging her on and pissing me off, so she amps up her efforts.
“You know you want to fuck my sweet pussy, Thor. You do not have to hide anymore now that Delaney is gone—not that you did anyway. You were right to put her in her place,” she purrs, the sound getting on my nerves.
My gaze snaps to hers and I see a flicker of fear in her eyes.
“You do not say her fucking name, do you hear me?” She nods. “Now fuck off. Last warning.”
Again, she does not listen, her hand snaking around my neck, and I see red.
I grip her hand, bending her wrist back— not enough to snap the bone, but enough so she knows that I am not fucking around.I do not generally hurt women, unless they pose a real threat to my safety.
She screams out in pain, and I snarl in her face.
“If a man says he does not want to be touched, you fucking listen. If the roles were reversed and a brother touched a club whore after multiple warnings had been given, you would come crying to Winger about sexual harassment.”
