Chapter 15
Camo
I watch as the car she slipped into drives away.
My vision is red with rage, my fists clenched at my sides and my blood turns molten in my veins.
Spinning on my heels, I storm back into the club. Every fucking person, human and supernatural, moves out of my way, making sure they are not the target for my fury. My heavy steps meet the steps on the stairs as I climb them to my office.
As I pass one of the rooms, I see the server from earlier and call out.
“Follow me,” I snap.
She skips to it, following me into the office. Setting my ass on the edge of my desk, I undo my belt, popping the buttons of my jeans.
“On your knees and suck my cock.”
She licks her lips and does as she is told.
Her lips that are pink, wrap around my cock, and I growl, hitting the back of her throat.
My anger is still there, pulsing through my veins so I grip the back of her head, my fingers flexing in her hair, ignoring the little whimper of pain that I cause her.
Holding her head still, I fuck her mouth fast and hard, holding her in place. Tears stream down her pale face, but it is not enough to stop me. My rage at Skyla has taken over.
“Fucking take it,” I growl loudly.
Her eyes widen, flashing in fear.
My balls tighten and I come, exploding my cum down her throat, filling her mouth.
I step to the side when the short-lived euphoric feeling leaves me. Looking down at the woman on her knees, with her swollen, used mouth, I grunt.
“Get back to work.”
She blinks, before she scurries away and goes back to work.
Tucking myself away, I collect my shit and leave. The need to fuck still echoes through my body. My soul calls to Skyla but I am so angry at her for what she did tonight, for what she has done to us.
You did it too, fuckface.
I push that voice out of my head and leave the office. With my body still vibrating with anger, I leave Red Rope, then ride to the club.
Running from my feelings is something that I have trained myself to do. I always knew that I would never let myself fall for someone and end up like my lion friend.
Wind whips around me as I speed through the streets, my fingers tighten around the handlebars, my knuckles turning white with the force. Why the hell is this shit between Skyla and me so fucking difficult?
It was fucking great between us. I got what I wanted, she got hers, and then some.
For years I knew that I would find the one person who would hold my soul in their hands, but now that she is in my life, I am at war with my emotions.
Arriving at the club, I dismount my bike. My blood is hot, slithering through my veins, powering my anger and hatred for what is fucking happening in my life right now.
I ignore the gut feeling of dread, and that something fucking big is about to happen. Losing control is something that I do not do often but tonight my control slips.
Stepping into the club, I eye my brothers all sitting around drinking, some with the club whores. Ignoring the looks from my brothers, I grip the edge of the pool table.
My chest heaves with anger, the wood of the table creaking under the force of my grip.
“I can help you with that tension, Camo.” I turn my head and see Shaz standing next to me.
I look at her; she bites her lip, her tits almost spilling out of the top she is wearing. The offering is there and in my state I am too fucking angry to stop what comes next.
“Fuck it. Bend over, skirt up.”
She giggles, rushing to slide between me and the table.
“Camo.” I hear the warning in Winger’s voice but I ignore him, my blood pumping harshly around my body, carrying my rage and disappointment.
Dealing with my belt, button, and the zipper of my jeans, I push them down enough so that my cock springs free. Pulling a condom free from my pocket, I use my teeth to rip it open.
“I can take you bare, baby,” the club whore purrs.
“Fuck no, bitch. You are not trapping me. Just bend over and take it.” Before she can reply, I slam into her, making her cry out.
I pound into her, gritting my teeth. I fucking hate the feeling of the wrong pussy around my cock. Her moans piss me off; they are not the sounds that I want to fucking hear.
“Yes, Camo. God, I miss your cock, baby.”
“Shut up,” I hiss through gritted teeth.
I am lost in the anger, the rage at everything around me fades. Red mist fills my vision, my teeth ache from the pressure, and my blood boils.
My body and soul are screaming at me to stop, but I keep my hips pumping, my fingers gripping her body so hard, I know I will leave marks on her.
“CAMO. Stop, brother.” I shake my head, and keep thrusting.
My balls tighten, and I come with a bellow. Shaz is moaning my name, but the blood pumping around my body flooding my ears drowns her out.
With my body still vibrating from anger and the useless orgasm, I take deep breaths. The second my breathing evens out, my hearing comes rushing back, and the room is dead silent, and the feeling of dread fills me.
“I hope she was worth it.” The words send my body into the ice age.
My head snaps up, I see Skyla standing in the middle of the room with Winger right by her side. His murderous glare aimed at me.
Stepping back, I remove the condom, dropping it on the floor, and tuck myself away. My gaze connects with Skyla’s and as my heart fractures in my chest, I hold in the wince from the pain searing through me. Her pain, disgust, and disappointment are etched on her face.
“Why are you here?” is what fucking pops from my mouth before I can stop it.
Regret lays heavy in my stomach. Winger shakes his head at me, his disappointment matching the woman next to him.
Skyla straightens her spine when I feel a body step to mine. Looking down at Shaz, I find her smirking at Skyla.
“You don’t belong here. Clearly Camo is done with your skanky ass, so leave.”
Before I can speak, Skyla beats me to it.
“I think you will find that it was the other way around, bitch. I was finished with Camo. You are welcome to him, but do not expect much more than a quick fuck.” She then turns her angry gaze in my direction and I feel the weight of her hate for me right in my chest.
“You need to stay out of my business. Anything to do with me from now on does not concern you.”
“If you say so,” I snark off, shrugging.
Her nostrils flare, her tiny fists clenched at her sides as she steps close to me.
With my heightened senses, I can smell her strawberry scent, and my cock kicks to life again.
“I do, Camo. You no longer have a say when it comes to me, not that you truly gave a flying fuck anyway. Sticking your dick in that whore made sure of that, but also you put a child in danger with your recklessness,” she snaps.
I frown.
Seconds tick by, then it dawns on me. The boy’s father. My anger spikes again, as my brothers step forward.
“What is she talking about, brother?” Oryn asks.
“A young boy came into my gym, and me and my friends have been helping to get him away from his abusive family. Your brother here, took it upon himself to beat the kid’s stepfather up, and now he has hurt the boy worse. Just stay away from me and my people, Camo."
"I will fucking kill him,” I snarl, stepping forward.
“No,” she screams, her anger bubbling over. “You will not. Just leave me and mine alone.”
“Anything that involves you, involves me,” I snap.
She folds her arms across her body, her head shaking back and forth. Her chest heaving, pressing her tits against the material of her dress. Again, my dick likes her fire. Skyla has always had a fire about her.
“No, Camo, you have lost that right.” She sighs, her tone of voice changing to one that I hate. “Honestly, I knew it would come to this. You told me time and time again that you could never offer me more, but I fell for you anyway. Fool me once, right?”
Her cold words, the indifference she shows, make me explode.
“YOU ARE MINE!” I bellow, my anger getting the best of me.
Skyla scoffs, a smile slipping across her lips but it does not reach her eyes that show her pain.
“I have never been yours, Camo. I never will be.” She looks to Shaz one more time before she delivers her final words.
“We are done, Camo. What we had was good for a while, but I know when enough is enough. Have a good life.” She turns and nods to Winger, offering a sign of respect to the Pres of the club, for allowing her to come in here and hand my ass to me.
With my gut as tight as it can go, almost to the point of making me nauseous, I watch her walk out. Her ass tucked into that skirt makes it look fuckable.
“You fucked up, brother.” Pres gains my attention.
“Shaz, go somewhere else, I am sick of seeing your face,” Thorin calls out to her.
She scoffs, but sashays away.
With my gaze still focused on the door, my body vibrates with hurt and anger, a deadly combination for a supernatural. I take a step forward, but a hand on my chest stops me in my tracks.
“Leave her be, brother,” Winger states.
“I can’t,” I say on a growl.
Before he can speak, I fade and dodge him trying to get a grip on me. Following the steps that Skyla took, I watch her red lights fade as she pulls out of the compound.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
My heart and soul knew it was fucked up to stick my dick in the club whore the second I did it, but my anger ruled my head. If I am going to come back from this, I need to fucking beg and grovel.
I am not even sure if that is something I want.
Maybe she is better off without me.
Mounting my bike with my muscles coiled tight, I gun it, leaving the way she did and hit the highway with no destination in mind. Clearing my head is what I need right now.