I step around Thorin, but I do not get far.
Big arms go around my waist and I am lifted off the ground, spun in a way that leaves me being cradled like a fucking bride in Thorin’s arms.
My hands go around his neck, and I ignore the grin on his face. I would slap it off, but I do not want to cause damage to his prettiness. That is what I tell myself, anyway.
“Fucking made for me,” he vows.
I scoff at his words, inching closer so that our faces are nose to nose.
Wrong fucking move, because the fucker grins wider as his scent lingers in my senses, making my body react to him. Even in my weakened state, he turns me on, and I know that he can scent me.
Thorin has always scented me.
“If I were yours, Thorin, I would already bear your mark, but I do not.”
The grin slips from his face as he grinds his teeth. Anguish and anger mist his eyes, the red seeping in, mixing with the gold.
It would scare most people being this close to a vampire as he starts to lose his temper, but I know that Thorin would not hurt me— none of the club would let him hurt me. Well, not physically anyway.
“You are going into lockdown until we solve the issues. I need you safe. The prospects can only do so much, and with your place so fucking crowded, they cannot do their job properly. So for now, you are locked to me,” he growls low, making my nipples tighten at his threat.
I know that I am not going to win this argument with him; plus, he is holding me so I cannot run, but I am sure he would catch me if I tried.
“Fine,” I huff, tightening my grip around his neck. “You keep your fucking and feeding out of my sight, or people will get hurt,” I warn him.
Now his eyes shine bright gold, pleasure and humor looking back at me.
Fuck.
“I like this side to you, baby. Needed that a long time ago.”
His words hit me in the chest, but I cannot speak. I just let him carry me out of the bar. The next few days are going to be a whirlwind, and I am not sure if I want to be caught up in it.
10
Thorin
My fangs ache to tear into whoever hurt my woman.
Those Fury bitches, the remaining sisters will die at my hands, and I will spit on their corpses. They came for the wrong woman. Involving rogue vampires was a stupid mistake; one they will regret.
Delaney is currently in my bed, in my room, sleeping off whatever spell those cunts put on her. It appears that as soon as they fled, the spell wore off, thank fuck.
Her body needs time to recover. As she explained, her body felt weak, like the energy or life was being drained out of her while they were chanting or singing. She is unsure of which.
“I want those Furies found. Oryn, work with Izzy to see if she can find any information from the other side. Camo, can you ask your Ol’ Lady to reach out to that witch she is friends with?” Both Oryn and Camo nod.
“Will do,” VP replies.
“Good. I think it is safe to say that they will not be backing off from hurting anyone who associates with the club, or justThorin. Is there anyone outside of the club who may have a target on their back?” Pres asks me.
I think over people I know who do not belong to the club but might have a personal link to me and come up short.
“None. I had a few regular girls I fed from, but that was all it was—feeding and fucking,” I explain.
He studies me for a brief moment, trying to see if I am telling the truth or not. Fuck, I would never lie to my president unless it was deemed absolutely necessary.
With a nod, he addresses the table we are sitting around in church.
