It is something I plan to hear for the rest of my life. I wait for the panic to hit, but nothing happens, so I go all in.
Leaning in to lap at her blood, letting her taste take over my senses, I only see, feel, and taste her.
“Oh God. Yes.” I grind my fingers into her, while I lick and suck at the little slice I put on her skin.
It is not enough to scar her, but enough for me to have a taste.
“Come for me, baby. Coat my fingers in your sweet, sweet cum. While my tongue laps at your blood, my soul committing you to memory.”
Her hands grip my cock harder as she jerks me off. I thrust deeper, curling my fingers to hit the magic spot. A flush of liquid gushes out of her cunt, soaking where our bodies are touching. I growl, loving that I made her squirt.
Sucking harder on the wound, she screams, riding my fingers faster while her hands move in time with me. Then we are both coming, her taking me with her when she screams my name, her climax surging through her.
No doubt the club heard her. Good, let them fucking know that I am finally claiming what has always belonged to me.
13
Delaney
Irun the brush through my hair, noticing that it is looking healthier than usual. It has been three days since I let Thorin finger-bang me in his room here at the clubhouse, sucking blood from a small wound on my collarbone.
My climax ripped through me, reaching every nerve ending from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, making me cry out his name. Never have I ever felt like that before, not even when I have gotten myself off while thinking of him.
Pulling my hair up into a tight, sleek ponytail, I add product to keep it in place while I work my shift at Starlight.
Next, I do my makeup, adding a sexy smoky eye and some red lip stain to last the night. Being a club girl, but not really, I had to make myself look sexy and presentable, so I watched tutorials online to make my makeup look sexy, but with minimal effort.
I am too lazy for all that contouring shit.
Blowing myself a kiss in the mirror, because I look fucking hot, I get to my feet and dig through my duffle that was stuffedfull of my clothes by Skyla. Thorin sent word that I was in lockdown, but if he thinks that he can keep me tied to the clubhouse, while he gets to fuck off Lord knows where, he has another think coming.
He left this morning, telling me that he would be back later. He has not touched me since the first night, and if I am being honest, it pisses me off.
As I pull my work shirt over my head, the bedroom door opens with some force.
“Where the fuck do you think you are going?” Thorin growls.
Rolling my eyes, I look to him, seeing blood splatter on his arm and the bottom of his grey T-shirt.
“Work. I need to earn money, ya know. Not all of us have a bank account filled with money from doing illegal shit,” I snark.
Pulling on a pair of tight pleather pants, I reach for my ankle booties, but they are ripped from my hand and thrown across the room.
“You are on fucking lockdown, Del. You do not get to leave.”
Oh yeah, he has taken to calling me ‘baby’ or ‘Del’ but only at home. It is strange, but deep down, I fucking love it. For years, he would call me by my full name, or just throw a grunt my way.
So hearing him give me an endearment, which I know that he does not use on any of the bitches he fucks or feeds from, makes my heart pitter-patter. Stupid heart sometimes forgets what he did to us, but my soul still feels the pain he caused.
“You are not leaving,” he snarls, but I do not fear him.
“Oh, but I am. You can come with me or send one of the brothers with me.”
“Not going.”
My hands go to my hips, my attitude in full effect. “Oh, but I am, Thorin Blackwood. You see, I have not been claimed. I wear no patch on my back, no ink on my skin, and no Blood Oath mark on my palm,” I snap.
The veins in his neck throb with anger, but I couldn’t care less. I am going to work.
