“Kids have never been on my radar. They seem very restrictive.” I can sense the truth in her words, and I relax more.
It would have killed me not being able to give her a family if she wanted one.
“Sleep, Thorin.” Her hand brushes over my thigh where the stab wound was, finding healed skin. “You had poison in your system not long ago.”
Pulling her tighter to me, I hold her—again, something I never do. I may have fucked up a lot with her but fuck me, she is still having a lot of my firsts.
Her breathing evens out, telling me she has fallen asleep. After everything I have done to her, she trusts me enough to fall asleep next to me.
This is a huge adjustment, but seeing what she has gone through, knowing how fucking tough she is, I know that there is no turning back now.
Delaney is mine and I am never letting her go.
17
Delaney
Dressed in a pair of leather pants and a red halter top, I sit next to Thorin on the sofa in the main room at the clubhouse.
It’s been four days since he was stabbed and poisoned. Things so far between us have been good, great even, but I keep expecting the other shoe to drop. For him to have some kind of bad idea in his head and send me packing, or he fucks the club girls in front of me to prove a point.
“Relax, baby.” He kisses my neck, right over the bite that he left on me this morning.
He fucked me good, feeding from me as we came together. My hand moves to my inner thigh where I know he used his new dagger on me, cutting me just enough to draw blood. He licked me clean, then kissed me, letting me taste my own blood on him.
My pussy clenches at the memory of what we did, what he did to me.
“I can smell you, baby.” His lips hover over the shell of my ear.
“I was thinking about what you did to me this morning.”
“You are a dirty girl, Delaney Soloman.” He grins.
I wink. “You like me dirty.”
“Damn straight.”
“Aww, I am loving this.”
He nips my jaw, before turning to Skyla and winking.
“Baby, leave them alone,” says Camo, kissing his woman on the cheek, making her giggle.
“I am just saying. You did not see the heartbreak on her face, babe. I did; me and my crew held her together.”
Her words make my stomach sink, because that last time was painful beyond belief when Thorin took a club girl’s side over me. Even though I was defending Skyla, he still blamed me, humiliating me in front of the whole club.
It was like something snapped inside of me, and I knew then and there that we would never be together. What Thorin does not know is that I went to a local witch who is known to help people in need when it comes to those they love.
I asked Aspen to look into helping me sever the bind between us, as I could not take the pain anymore, but she turned me down. She told me that she does not agree to something like that, as it is messing with what the Fates decided.
Thorin’s posture is still relaxed, but his words pack a punch.
“I was a cunt to my woman for years; I get that, Skylar, so you do not need to keep fucking throwing it in my face. She is here with me, and we want to fucking make it work, but we can’t if people like you keep fucking bringing it back up. I love you like a sister, but please, shut the fuck up.”
“Watch how you speak to my Ol’ Lady, brother.” Camo’s tone leaves no room for argument, but Thorin being the stubborn ass that he is, does not keep quiet.
Thorin shakes his head, and I look to him, seeing his eyes tinted red, showing his anger.
