My heart is racing in my chest, but I am also so turned on by him rejecting her.
For years, this bitch has tormented me, along with the other girls in the club. More than happy to tell me what Thorin did with them, and saying that I am not good enough for him.
It was always implied that I was not good enough, not only being a human, but also the damage that I carry on my body.
I see a survivor when I feel my scars, as I can no longer see them. Rolley over at the club’s tattoo studio, Spirited Ink, covered them up with stunning designs of flowers and mandalas along my one arm, with a large, old-school style moon with two roses, foliage and stars that cover up a repeat bite area on the inside of my left wrist.
There is also a cluster of purple foxglove flowers surrounding a witch’s hat on the top of my foot, covering another bite mark. I added a spine tattoo for fun.
“You are picking her over me. After everything we have been through,” Sybil cries, but I hear the malice in her tone.
Thorin steps toward her, her face going ghostly pale, and if I am being honest with myself, I like that she is scared; it makes her look weak to me, removing some of the hold that she has had over me for years.
Gone is the bully, and the bitch in its place is a weak foal, cowering from danger.
“The only thing you have done for me is empty my balls like the whore you are. I never once fed off of you; no doubt your blood is tainted like the rest of you. From this second forward, you make sure that you tell all of the club girls that I am off-limits. You do not flirt with me; you do not look in my direction. I am fucking done with you all; I have no need for any of you. You were nothing but a distraction. Delaney is the only one I need. Now leave.”
She scurries way, and I fight to keep the smile off my face.
The door slams behind her, then he turns his big body to face me. I bite my lip, my arms still holding the cut material in place. Our gazes meet, his dark eyes full of need and hunger.
“What has you smiling?” His dark voice makes me shiver with desire.
I shrug, trying to show my indifference. “I liked seeing her scared.”
“I bet you did. They will not fucking say a word to you after today.”
“They shouldn’t have been saying anything to me in the first place, Thor.”
He nods, stepping back to me. Placing his hands on my hips, he lifts me, drawing a yelp from me, before he is moving us to the bed with my hands on his shoulders.
Thorin moves into place on the bed, his back against the wooden headboard, me straddling his strong thighs.
“I like you like this,” he groans, my pussy fluttering at his words.
Damn it, I both hate and love that he affects me like this.
12
Thorin
Fucking finally.
No thanks to my own fucked-up way of thinking, I finally have my woman.
My other half, my perfect mate in my lap.
I can hear her heartbeat: it is rapid, pumping her sweet-scented blood around her body, her veins filling and flooding. The sound and scent of her are driving me crazy.
“I like you like this,” I state, leaning in to kiss the hollow of her throat.
She arches her neck, giving me better access, and I take full fucking advantage. Her body trembles above me, making me grin against her warm, smooth skin.
“Thorin.” My name, a fucking prayer on her lips.
It is something I have wished for, dreamed about but never took until now. Seeing how she is handling what she has gone through has me realizing just how strong she truly is.
She is not running scared, nor telling me to fuck off; she is embracing what has happened and dealing with it.
