Chapter 6
Thorin
It has been two days since I left Delaney panting and ready to come for me at the club where she works.
Her heart was rapidly beating in her chest, and her pussy was smelling delicious and ripe for me, but I held off. One of the hardest things I have had to do is walk away from my girl ready and wet for me.
Being that close to her made my body respond in a way it never has before. She smelled so fucking good, and the way she arched into me made my dick hard.
My past has kept me from doing what is right, but it has also made me see that hurting Delaney the way that I did was wrong. If my mother were alive, she would have beat me with a paddle for treating her the way that I have.
When Winger got the text from her saying that there were vampires at her workplace and she did not know them, it got my blood hot and raging. No fucking vampires should come into my territory without clearing it with me first.
For over sixty years, I have been the alpha vampire in this state. Ever since I had to kill Lord Viewmont because he was a sick fuck.
“What do you know?” Camo asks me.
He means the bitches we attacked that night.
“They are known as the Nazara sisters. They have been carrying on the work of their Greek ancestors. You all know how the Fury three came about, but over time, as the world developed, so did their greed for power and blood. These three are known for helping scorned women get payback on their cheating spouses. Also, like what we walked in on, they like to punish men for the simplest of things.”
“So, no fucking morals then?” he scoffs.
“Like we do, brother?” Shift laughs, and Camo flips him off.
“How do we stop them?”
“We don’t,” Winger snaps, stepping into the main room. “I have already had a phone call with a friend of mine who knows how to deal with them. I am waiting for a call back. For now, we stay fucking clear of them.” His voice turns hard as he stares me down.
I am older than Winger and stronger, but I have mad respect for him, so I nod. I will not cause a scene in front of my brothers.
Respect goes a long fucking way in this club.
“They seemed pretty fucking crazy when we interrupted their little party the other night, and then this old fucker decided to kill one of them. What if they attack us? Do we not defend ourselves?”
“No,” Winger replies, then turns his gaze to Halen. “Then you defend. I will not have you going to look for any extra trouble, but I won’t have you not fight either.”
That seems to appease the brothers.
“I have information on the vamps from the club,” Cotton adds. “They have been looking at houses on the edge of Salem, close to Forrest River Conservation. They have also been looking into some business in the area.”
I grit my teeth, reining in my anger at hearing this information. They have no fucking right moving into my territory without seeking me out first.
The night at the club, they were cocky, thinking that I would not make a scene, but if it wasn’t for Winger pulling me back, I would have ripped those fuckers in half for insulting me the way they did.
Both cunts thought that they could come into Salem and claim that I was too wrapped up in club shit to deal with the rogue vamps here, saying they could handle it for us. It got me thinking that they sent them here, to try to prove that I am not strong enough to control my territory.
They fucking thought wrong.
“I worked on the one we caught from the night with the Furies, and he informed me that they were promised freedom to feed off the humans in the area. He has no idea who told him, but that was what he was told, and he told me before I removed his head.” Shift speaks up, “Fuck it was fun seeing him squirm, screaming thinking that he was on fire.” The prick chuckles.
“Why do I get the feeling that people think that we no longer run this state?” Oryn asks, looking at Winger.
The man is playing with his stiletto blade, flicking it in and out. He is fucking lethal with that thing.
“I get that feeling too, brother. I will reach out to other charters and see if they are having the same issue.”
The men nod, then talk about random shit, leaving me to think about what happened between Delaney and me at the club.
She smells so fucking good; there have been a few times over the years that I have smelled her arousal, but never that up close. Having her close to me had my cock harder than it has ever been before.
When her pupils dilated and her pussy reached for my cock, I almost said fuck it and bent her over the desk in the room, but I have to prove to her that I want all of her, not just sex.
She is my mate, and I want to claim her, bite her, and do the Blood Oath.
I know that I have a lot to make up for; she is right about that. So fucking her before we talk and sort through our shit is not the way to go.
I inwardly scoff, wondering where the fuck I put my man card.
We both know that she is it for me; I was just being a cunt and not giving in, making us both happy.
The shit I have seen in my many years is not for the fainthearted, but that excuse can’t be used anymore.
Seeing Camo and Skyla settle down, even though that cunt hurt her…
I wanted to rip his throat out, though deep down, I knew that what I was doing to Delaney was the same thing.
Neither one of us made promises, but we both caused hurt to the women we are fated to.
When I licked her lips, it sent my blood and my balls into a frenzy—something that has never happened before. Not even when I fucked Ophelia after she sired me.
Her essence lingered on my tongue for hours after I left her standing there panting and smelling fucking delicious.
“I have put another prospect on Delaney. This one will be inside of Starlight at all times when she is working.”
The men nod, but I do not miss the side-eyes they give each other, or the grins and smirks.
Fucking children.
“Is this you finally fucking stepping up, brother?” Winger asks, pointing his blade at me.
“Yes,” is all I say.
The men slap their palms on the table, gaining the attention of the club girls.
They turn on the sultry looks and head in our direction, and Camo groans.
I feel him; it is not as if I have not told them that I am no longer fucking them.
Hell, they know that he has claimed Skyla, but they still try to get his dick.
But Skyla likes to throw punches, so lately they have been backing off and paying me and the other brothers more attention.
I sigh, taking a drink from the bottle in my hand, as Sybil sidles up to me.
“No.” My voice is gruff but the bitch does not take the hint. Her bright-red nail skims over my bare bicep, and I grit my teeth. “Do you not hear me? I said no,” I snarl, but her grin just widens.
“Oh come on, baby, you know that I can take a fucking from you. It has been ages since you fucked me; I miss that fat cock of yours.”
“I said, fucking no. So fuck off and bother another brother.”
She pouts, sticking her bottom lip out, making the guys laugh. She thinks they are egging her on and pissing me off, so she amps up her efforts.
“You know you want to fuck my sweet pussy, Thor. You do not have to hide anymore now that Delaney is gone—not that you did anyway. You were right to put her in her place,” she purrs, the sound getting on my nerves.
My gaze snaps to hers and I see a flicker of fear in her eyes.
“You do not say her fucking name, do you hear me?” She nods. “Now fuck off. Last warning.”
Again, she does not listen, her hand snaking around my neck, and I see red.
I grip her hand, bending her wrist back— not enough to snap the bone, but enough so she knows that I am not fucking around. I do not generally hurt women, unless they pose a real threat to my safety.
She screams out in pain, and I snarl in her face.
“If a man says he does not want to be touched, you fucking listen. If the roles were reversed and a brother touched a club whore after multiple warnings had been given, you would come crying to Winger about sexual harassment.”
“B-but you like sex. You l-like it rough,” she cries, her knees hitting the floor.
“Rough sex and sex without consent are two very different things. Now leave, and make it known that I am not to be touched again,” I growl.
She nods her head, so I let her go. One of the girls helps her off the floor, and they scurry away.
“Fucking club whores.”
“That is what got you into your predicament in the first place, brother,” Camo jokes, and I flip the fucker off.
“I knew we should have stuck to getting rid of them months ago. Horny bastards.” I nod to the brothers.
“Vision,” is muttered, and we all look toward Winger, whose eyes are white, his body stiff while he rides out his vision.
While waiting, a flash of fear runs through me. I glance around the room, not sure what I am looking for, when an image of Delaney flashes through my skull.
“Fuck.” My gaze snaps back to Pres, and he comes out of his vision and looks to me.
“Delaney,” we say at the same time.
“She is at Starlight.”
Running to our bikes, an unknown emotion rushes through me, all because of Delaney. My heart pounds in my chest, adrenaline mixing with dread as I try to shake the dark thoughts from my head.
The prospect opens the gates, nodding to us as we race through. Every instinct is screaming at me to get to her, no matter what.