Epilogue
Camo
T hings are fucking good.
My woman is on my lap, chatting to her friends, while I talk to Shift.
Clark is back at the gym. It took him four months to fully recover but he is making up for lost time at the gym and in the bedroom.
The fucker is fucking any man who bats his eyes at him.
Skyla, Eva, and Rocky are worried but I know that they will help him deal with whatever shit he is going through, and so will I if I am needed.
Music is pumping through the speakers, and drinks are flowing while we celebrate Halen’s birthday.
The club girls are dancing around in next to no clothing, which the single brothers are loving.
Like I said, things are good.
“Bastard,” Skyla mutters, glaring across the room.
I tighten my hold on her hip, gaining her attention. Her brown eyes connect with mine and I see the pain she carries for her friend. Since we did the blood oath and I claimed her as mine, we are connected on every level. So I feel her emotions like she feels mine.
“Baby, leave him be. They are not a couple, he has made it very fucking clear. She needs to move on.”
“He is hurting her, Reece. How can I stand by and watch this?” I feel her emotions through our bond, but from what I have learned about my woman, there is nothing that will stop her protecting the ones she loves.
“He has been extra needy lately,” Rush throws out there.
We have all seen it. Since Delaney moved out and stopped coming around the club, Thorin has been feeding more, like he is trying to curb his craving for her.
“Well, he is in for a shock when he finds out that she is dating someone and has found a new place to work.” Skyla shrugs, smirking at me.
Fucking minx.
We all look across the room when we hear a mixture of loud moans.
Thorin is sitting in the corner with three women he brought to the party. He is feeding off each of them in turn, while letting them play with his cock. They are all shirtless, tits out, being toyed with.
Delaney can see all of this. I may be a cunt, and one of the most feared men in Salem, but I have a soft spot for a woman I care about.
Seeing Delaney’s pain makes me see things from a different perspective.
This was what Skyla felt when she thought I was fucking other people while we were together, well, until she actually fucking caught me with someone else.
“Up, babe.” I tap her thigh. “Go to your girl. I will be right back.”
She nods to me, kissing me on the lips, and walking over to Delaney, who is sitting at the bar with Oryn and Winger.
I walk across the room, ignoring the club girls who are giving me fuck me eyes because bitches never fucking learn, but it has no effect on me anymore. Only one woman makes my dick hard and that is my Ol’ Lady.
Stopping in front of the group, I clear my throat. Thorin looks up at me, blood coating his teeth, from the chick he was just feeding off.
“Brother, something I can help you with?” His voice is husky, deep from the feeding arousal he gets.
“Take this to your room” is all I say.
He smirks at me, blood coating his teeth. “Don’t think I will, brother. This is a free space, if I am not wrong.”
“ Take it to your room, Thorin . I know what you are doing and you have made your fucking point. Stop hurting her more,” I growl, my fists clenched at my sides.
He snarls at me, pushing the chick off his lap and onto the other woman at his side. They whine, sounding like fucking toddlers.
“I have every fucking right to be here, brother. I am a fucking patched member of this club. If she does not like what she is seeing then she can fuck off.” His voice gets louder, gaining people’s attention.
I can feel Skyla getting angry, so I know that his words have reached the bar.
Looking over my shoulder, I see Skyla with her arm around Delaney’s shoulders, while her body shakes with sobs.
Turning back to Thorin, I step closer, looking at the three women.
“LEAVE,” I bellow.
They scamper way, not bothering to look at Thorin for help, because they know deep down they mean nothing to him, except a good time.
Looking back to my brother, who I know is struggling with his need to be with Delaney, and I glower at him.
“You have done enough to push her away. All of this was for nothing.”
“What do you mean?” His eyes flicker across the room.
“Delaney is dating someone, but that should not mean anything to you, right? I mean, you have made it clear that you do not want her as a mate, so she is free to fuck any man she wants.”
“Who?” he growls, his eyes turning a brighter red, showing his anger and hunger.
“No fucking clue, and you won’t find out, either. You have no claim to her, brother. Let her be.”
I chuckle and turn away from him, walking back over to my woman, winking at Delaney when I get closer.
With my arm snaked around Skyla’s waist, I pull her to me, devouring her mouth in a kiss that shows her that she is mine. She knows that I will never let her go, I will fucking tie her ass to my bed if she ever tries to leave me.
What she doesn’t know yet is that her phone, car, and herself are all chipped so I can track her.
“You did not have to do that, Camo.” Delaney’s once strong voice is meek, and I fucking hate that my brother is the cause of that.
“Was I that much of a prick?” I ask, making her smile a little.
“You were a prick, yes, but he is dramatic. He is a vampire, after all,” she replies.
“Fair enough. It had to be done, I think the brothers are tired of his antics. He is putting people at risk because he is a stubborn prick.” I look over my shoulder, seeing that Thorin has left the room.
Fuck knows where he has gone.
“I have a prospect tracking him. He will update us when he can,” Winger says.
We took on a vampire prospect a few weeks ago, and so far he has been a good addition to the club.
“I have to say, this looks good on you,” Delaney says to my woman, touching her leather property cut that I got her when I fully claimed her as mine.
“I do look good, right? Took him long enough to give it to me.” Skyla winks at me.
“Hey, I give it to you good every time.” I kiss her senseless.
“Get a room,” is called out, and I smile.
“Sounds like a plan. Be right back, brother, I have a pussy to fuck.”
“REECE!” Skyla cries out as I toss her over my shoulder and march to my room here at the club.
Locking us inside, I strip my woman down, then help her back into her cut, which I love seeing on her naked body. The edges just cover her tits, and she looks like a biker queen, but I know that title is still vacant while waiting for Pres to claim his woman.
Skyla is on her knees on the bed, in nothing but her leather, watching me as I strip out of my clothes.
“Damn, you are sexy,” she says, biting her lip.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I stroke him a few times, pushing the bead of precum to form at my tip.
“Suck it.” I offer it to her.
My woman grins, lying on her stomach. Tilting her head up to meet my cock, she licks me from root to tip, sucking down the bead of clear liquid.
She opens her mouth wide, inviting my cock inside. A deep growl leaves the back of my throat at feeling the warmth of her mouth.
“Suck it,” I growl.
Winking at me, she does as I say. My woman is a fucking beast in the sack. Her head bobs up and down my length, pulling pants and moans from me. My balls tighten, needing release but I want to come deep inside of her, maybe plant my kid in there.
Another reason she can’t leave my ass.
I let her have her fun for a few more minutes before I step back, making her whine in disappointment.
“I want in that pussy, baby. Are you going to give it to me?”
Without hesitation, she smiles.
“Always.”
This is why we fit. She is my other half, and she knows what and when I need something, and vice versa.
I fucked up by pushing Skyla away, but I learned my lesson that life is better with your woman at your side. My days are filled with love for her and the boy, who is staying with friends from school.
We knew it was going to be a messy night, and I wanted Skyla to let her hair down.
Climbing onto the bed, settling between my woman’s thighs, I nudge at her pussy, tapping her swollen clit with my cock before sliding home. We both move in unison, the joint connection that flows through us now make our orgasms beyond anything we have felt before.
We are connected in more ways than ever before, and I was a fucker for not seeing it sooner, so I declare that I will kill any fucker who dares to take this away from me.
Nobody fucks with Skyla Delmont.
Nobody fucks with the Kings.
THE END