Chapter 14
Thorin
My blood is like lava in my veins.
I am angry at Delaney for challenging me about her safety.
I am angry at Camo for backing her to leave the safety of the club.
I am angry at myself for not claiming her.
FUCK.
My grip on the handlebar is close to snapping the fucking thing. When Delaney agreed to Winger’s solution, I could not be in the same room with her anymore; my anger would have fucking ruined things between us.
I am a stubborn fucker and will say shit to hurt people if they hurt me.
Yeah, even at my age I still act like a fucking teenage boy when it comes to my feelings sometimes.
Oryn says it is because I never really had a good childhood and in my early adulthood, I was a vampire, so I was never challenged for anything.
We gun it down the road where we have had a report of a few younger looking men harassing adolescent girls. It could be nothing, maybe some college frat boys being pricks. It could also be some cocky rogue vamps who are terrorizing the women of Salem, which we will not stand by and let happen.
They have had enough warnings, and deaths, but they keep fucking coming. Winger has reached out to covens in the surrounding states for information on them, but so far none have reported any trouble.
Only us.
Why?
Camo pulls off to the roadside, shutting down his bike. Oryn, Halen, and I do the same. It is at times like this that I wish I still fucking smoked; I need something to take the edge off.
Leaving Delaney the way that I did is not sitting well with me.
My instincts are telling me something is coming. What, I have no fucking idea.
“We will go on foot from here; the bikes bring too much attention and if it is the vamps causing trouble, I want to have the upper hand,” my VP explains.
I grunt and walk off, not caring if my brothers are behind me.
Camo chuckles behind me, but I do not turn around to tell him to fuck off like I really want to; instead, I just keep walking. People move out of my way as I walk down the street. Normally I would grin and scare them more, but I am not in the mood.
“You are a broody fucker, you know that? When will you learn that Delaney is a strong-willed woman with a very stubborn streak?” Camo says, arriving at my side.
“Stay out of it, VP,” I growl, making two young women jump as they walk past us.
“Scaring the locals now, brother.” He laughs.
“Fuck off, Camo. I am not in the fucking mood to deal with your bullshit.”
“My bullshit? Brother, it was you who caused the shit that went down between you and Delaney. You got it in your head that she is a weak human—which she is not, by the way. Someone who is damaged and is not worthy, when if you ask me, you are not worthy of her."
"Like you are worthy of your mate,” I counter, coming to a stop in the town square.
He laughs. “Fuck no. Skyla deserves a million times better than me. But the Fates gave her to me, so I will cherish and protect her with everything that I am, brother. Especially now that I finally have her.”
“It is not that simple with my woman, brother.” My voice loses its anger.
“From what was said back at the club, she is not your woman.” He grins, and I want to punch it off his face.
“You know she is mine.”
“Have you fed from her yet? Have you tasted her?”
I stare at him, not saying a word while he works it out on his own.
“You have, and you said that shit to her back at the club. You fucking idiot.” He shakes his head. “She finally got a piece of you, and you treat her like that. What a cunt. No wonder she looked broken. You need to fix this before my woman and her crew find out and come for your head, Thor.”
Skyla is one tough bitch— add in her little crew from the gym, and her and Camo’s adopted son, Aston, and they are a group you do not want to piss off.
“How is Aston? He join the debate team?”
I switch it up; Camo is a proud dad for that boy. They saved him when he came into Skyla’s gym with bruises. Some other shit happened, but now they are a happy family.
“Do not use my son to change the subject, fucker. But yes, he got on the team and is kicking ass.”
I smirk, my anger evaporating. I love that kid like he is my own; I have become one of the many uncles he has gained from Camo taking him on, when his only blood treated him like a human punching bag.
“He will be ruling the school in no time.” I chuckle as we walk down the street.
Something bad lingers in the air; I can smell and sense it but cannot see anything out of the ordinary. Scanning as I walk, I take in the people enjoying their evening. My thoughts drift back to Delaney, who is at work at Starlight Lounge across town.
I no do see her as a weak human, as Camo put it, but I do recognize that she does carry some damage from her past. One that I hate, as us being together could drag that trauma back to the surface for her.
Seeing her riding my fingers, grinding down on my cock while I bled her, made me want to sink my teeth into her neck and make her mine, but something held me back from doing that.
Her blood is divine, the best that I have ever tasted, and believe me, I have tasted plenty of people before, but it proved that she is mine. She was designed just for me and my needs: both pleasure and pain.
“Hey, handsome,” gets purred.
Turning my head, I look down at a pixie-sized woman, a human who is smiling like she wants to eat me. Do not get me wrong, she is pretty, but I see the devious aura around her.
It is one of my vampire powers, that I can sense people’s auras. It helps from time to time, but mostly I use it to put people in their place when I know they are lying about something.
“Not interested,” I grunt and keep walking.
Her tiny hand snags my wrist, and I growl. No female touches me except for my woman.
“I can make you interested, honey. Why don’t we go somewhere more private?” She tries again.
I hear the men behind me laughing, and I glare at them over my shoulder. Camo grins, his eyes alight with humor.
“Karma, brother.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Jill; do you know who that is?” One of her friends comes to stand next to her. “Sorry.” She looks to me.
“I think he is my next victim,” Jill adds, reaching for me again, but her friend stops her.
“Victim is the wrong word here, honey. Let’s go before you become the victim.”
“Oh, I would be his victim any day, if it meant I got his mouth on me.”
“Fuck,” the friend mutters, pulling Jill to face her. “Jill, this is Thorin. He is the alpha vampire, and a member of the Kings of Anarchy MC; we do not mess with the Kings.”
“I believe the motto is, nobody fucks with the Kings,” a man calls out.
“Fuck yeah,” Camo yells, making people cheer.
Fucking hell. I pinch the bridge of my nose before turning to look at the two women once more.
“Leave.”
The friend nods, pulling a reluctant Jill away.
“Your vampiric sparkling personality pulling in the ladies, brother.” Oryn laughs.
Scowling at him, he laughs harder.
“Sparkling? We do not sparkle.” I arch a brow at him.
“Brother, have you not seen the Twilight movies?” I shake my head, having no fucking idea what he is talking about.
He looks at me with wide eyes and a slacked jaw, then shakes his head.
“What the fuck is a twilight?” I look to each of my brothers.
“You know, the vampire books that got turned into movies that made fucking billions, brother.” I shrug, still not connecting the dots. “The vampires in the book sparkled," Oryn finally says with a grin on his face.
"What the fuck is that bullshit? We do not sparkle."
“It is a teen book movie thing, brother,” Halen adds.
“Jesus H. Christ.” I walk away from them, needing to find something or someone to hurt, or vent my anger to.
We have not walked far when my super hearing picks up a whimper, a male, then gurgling. The scent of copper hits my senses and then the flash of anise. Fucking Furies.
“Furies and blood,” I snarl, taking off in the direction the scent is pulling me.
“Fuck, where?” Camo snaps.
I don’t bother with a response, just move quicker. Using my speed, I reach the closed store, pushing through the door that is ajar. The scent of blood hits stronger as I move inside.
“Fuck me, I need to hit Skyla’s gym more,” Camo grunts, out of breath.
Both Oryn and Halen are close behind him, just as out of breath.
“It smells like death and baking in here,” Halen mutters.
Moving through the dark room, we slip through a door to find two vampires sitting at a table, while a Fury is sucking the life from a young man, pinning him to the wall. Blood coats his arm and neck, making my blood boil.
Not waiting for instructions, I pounce. Before she even senses me, I move, tackling both her and the young man to the floor. He groans in pain while she screeches at me, her teeth bared, eyes wild with rage aimed at me.
I hear my brothers fighting with the vampires, but I keep my focus on this cunt, who is about to join her dead sister.
“You cannot stop us, bloodsucker,” she snaps.
I laugh. “I have stopped one of you so far.”
“Lyra’s blood is on your hands.”
“Yours will be too.” I move, using my unnatural speed to get to her, but she is a powerful supernatural herself.
We collide, her claws digging into my bicep. Ignoring the pain, I strike at her, but she moves at the last second. I lunge again, this time pinning her to the floor. Her body thrashes under my weight, and her hair flaps around, her teeth snapping at me, while her claws make contact with my skin.
I hiss.
I pin her to the floor by her throat, her hands scratching at my arms and neck.
Tightening my grip, her mouth pops open, her air slowly being cut off. She goes wild for a few more seconds before her body loses its fight.
“We need her, brother.” Camo’s voice comes from behind me.
The Fury cackles, her smile filled with blood.
“We will hurt what you love the most,” she mutters.
“Bitch, you won’t touch her,” I snarl in her face.
She laughs again, her eyes showing her mischief and rage.
“BLADE,” is called by the guy she was trying to kill.
I frown, looking at him just as a blade is plunged into my thigh. Snarling, I fall to the side, pulling the blade out and dropping it to the floor. My vision blurs within seconds and I know that something coated the blade.
Fuck.
Reaching for my own dagger, I slam that fucker right into her neck. Everything around me goes quiet, but I see her through blurred vision, thrashing around.
My head hits the tiled floor, and I watch as she dies lying on the cold floor.
“Fuck, brother. We need to get you to the club,” my brother says.
“I need to feed,” I slur.
“We got you, man. Hang on,” Camo says. “Halen, take the boy to the hospital.”
I am lifted off the floor, and both Camo and Oryn carry me out of the building. My feet drag along the floor as I am dragged back to our bikes.
“He can’t ride like this, VP,” Oryn mutters.
“Fuck.” I can feel my body getting heavier by the second.
“I can ride,” I slur, blinking to clear my vision. “Just need to go fast to get there quick.”
“We stay at your side, keeping you upright.”
“Yup,” is all I say, then we are moving.
All I fucking want to do is see my girl and get some blood into me, to clear this shit out of my body.