Chapter 15
Delaney
Sitting in Thorin’s room at the clubhouse, I look at the clock, silently fuming that he is not back yet. It is past two in the morning, and he is still not back yet.
I left work early not feeling it there, Thorin on my mind, and I was messing orders up. My crew told me to finish early and to get some rest, telling me that I looked exhausted.
Little did they know that the argument with Thorin weighed heavy on my mind after we went in different directions. Him turning his back on me and doing God knows what with God knows who.
The thought of him going to another woman makes my stomach roll, and my anxiety is in high form tonight.
Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, my knees bounce with both worry and irritation.
Did he go to one of the other women he fucks to feed?
I feel sick to my stomach at the thought.
Picking the nail polish from my nails, I think over all the years I have known Thorin. The hope that I felt when he saved me that night, the closeness of him—it made me feel safe finally.
Then within days, his behavior did a one-eighty.
He became cold, distant, mean even. Winger knew what we were to each other, but knows that you cannot force a mate bond, and the way that Thorin was acting, he knew that it would push the stupid vampire to do something stupid.
I kept my distance as much as I could, but that did not stop Thorin or the club girls from rubbing it in what he was doing.
Shaking off the negative memories, I climb off the bed and pace back and forth. Reaching the window of the room, I move the dark curtains across it to look out at the back of the property.
Seeing some of the brothers sitting around the fire pit talking, having a beer, makes me miss them more. Being here reminds me that I do not get to see them every day, seeing their grumpy asses first thing in the morning, but it does not make me miss cleaning up after them.
Picking up used condoms or changing sticky sheets.
My heart warms seeing them laughing and being carefree. They can be so freaking intense with the jobs that they do.
With a smile on my face, I watch as they all tense, Winger jumping to his feet and the brothers following. My once steady heart is now freaking the hell out, as a wave of anxiety washes over me.
Thorin.
Rushing out of the room, I run. The main room is my target, and once I get there, I see Camo and Halen carrying in a weak-looking Thorin.
His body is slack, feet being dragged as they move farther into the room.
“Thorin.” I call his name.
His head lifts slowly, one side of his mouth quirking up.
“There she is. My girl but not my girl.”
My heart skips a beat, not sure of his meaning.
Reaching them, I take in the blood seeping into his jeans, and my worry builds. Needing to touch him, to let him know that I am here, I take his hand in mine, to which he gives me a lazy smile. His skin is usually cold to the touch as he is a walking dead man, but he seems colder, and it scares me.
“What happened?” Winger asks, his voice carrying authority.
“We were out looking around and came across the other Fury sister.” Camo looks at me quickly before looking back to his pres.
What was that look for?
“She was killing a teenage boy, so Thorin stepped in. We killed the vampires who were with her, but she and Thorin got into a fight.”
“I won, Pres,” Thorin slurs.
“He did. He killed the second sister. It was her or him, Pres. She also threatened Delaney.”
“Fuck.” My heart skips hearing the anger and worry in Winger’s tone. “Sorry, Del, but I need to lock you down, babe.”
I nod, not liking it, but fuck, Thorin could have died tonight.
“Why does he look like he drank ten bottles of Jack?” Shift asks.
“Whatever blade she stabbed him with had some kind of poison on it,” Halen explains, then looks to me.
Even though my worry for Thorin is pulsing through my body, it is mixed with my building anger.
“Okay, why does everyone keep looking at me but saying nothing?” I snap.
Thorin’s grip on my hand flexes, making me look down at him. His cool hands feel nice on my heated skin as fear of losing him rolls through me. He tugs gently, so I move closer, hovering over him, our noses almost touching.
He smells like Fury and blood. I crinkle my nose, making him grin. Then his smile slips from his face, disgust and worry shining back at me.
“Tell me, Thorin, please?” I plead.
“I need to feed, baby.” His voice is low, soft.
Regret is evident in his tone.
I frown at his worry. “Okay, so you feed. Let’s go to your room and get you fixed up.” I jump at the chance to help him.
He is my mate for crying out loud, and I would do anything for him.
Shaking his head no, my stomach tightens, along with my heart.
“I can’t,” he mutters, apology in his eyes.
His words are like a stab to the heart, making me wince.
He won’t feed from me.
Tears flood my eyes, while my heart starts to crack. Inching back, I look down at him, knowing what he is thinking, and I hate him for it.
“So, you would rather feed from a club girl who you like to fuck instead of your fated mate? Even when you are so fucking ill, is that it?” I spit out.
I hear the men around me utter curses, but I keep my gaze fixed on the man lying on the sofa.
“No. Blood bag.”
I scoff. “So even doctored-up blood is better than mine? Nice to know what you truly think of me, Thorin. God, I have been so fucking stupid.” I step back, my gut so tight I feel like it might snap.
He reaches for me weakly, but I move out of reach.
“NO. I know what I am capable of; if you cannot see that, then maybe I should leave.” His eyes widen at my admission. “Leave Salem, not just the club.”
My heart cracks open as I say the words I never wanted to say, but I cannot be here with him anymore if he finds me that disgusting that he would feed from anything other than me.
“Stop being a cunt, brother, and fucking feed from your woman,” Cotton growls.
Thorin shakes his head, keeping his focus on me. I can see the pain and indecision in his eyes, and it makes me hurt for the both of us.
I need to do what is right for me. Squaring my shoulders, I swipe away the tears from my cheeks.
“Fine.” Looking at each of the men, knowing this will probably be the last time I see them, “Can one of you take me back to my place, please?” are my parting words before moving across the room.
“DELANEY.” His voice is strained.
Turning to look at him lying helpless on the sofa, this strong stubborn alpha vampire looking lost and in agony, his face pinched from the pain and the idea of me leaving. I keep my face neutral, not giving away how much seeing him like this is killing me, or how much his refusal breaks my heart.
I say nothing as we stare at each other. All kinds of emotions flood his face, while he clenches his jaw.
His hand grips at his thigh, and I have to fight with everything in me to stay where I am, even though every fiber of my being is telling me to go to him.
With a jerky nod, he gives in.
“Thank fuck,” Rush mutters, moving to Thorin.
“Bring him to his room,” is all I say, spinning on my heel and strutting back to his room.
My fists clench at my sides, my pussy fluttering at what is about to happen. I have wanted him to feed on me for years, take me as his, but he never did; he held back at every turn.
Now he doesn’t have a choice, but instead of me running and refusing, I am going to be petty and show him what he has been missing.
“You are a stubborn prick, brother,” Camo says from behind me.
“Takes one to know one, dick.” Thorin’s words are slow.
Shaking my head at their banter, I push open the door and quickly adjust the bedding. Stepping back, I watch as they lay him on the bed, making sure he is comfortable.
They may be hardened bikers, but they do take care of each other and the ones they love. They may be a club, but deep down, they are a family as well.
“He is all yours, babe.”
“Not your ‘babe’,” Thorin growls, earning me a wink from Camo.
“Whatever you say, brother. Delaney, take good care of him. If you need anything, call out.” I nod, and they leave. I close the door behind them.
My heart is beating erratically against my rib cage, my breathing faster than normal. The anticipation rolls through me as I turn to face Thorin.
“Come here, baby.” His voice is low and husky.
I scan his body as I move closer, seeing the blood-soaked denim and the big bulge at his crotch. Licking my lips, I stop at his feet, pulling off his boots and socks.
“We need to get you out of these clothes,” I state, keeping my voice strong and firm.
His lips kick up at the corner. “I have so many things I could say about you wanting me naked, but I think that would earn me a punch.”
Shaking my head, I ignore him and reach for his belt. With nimble fingers, I undo the belt and the zipper, popping the button. With a little struggle as he cannot help me much, I remove his pants, my breath hitching seeing that he has no underwear on.
A gasp escapes me seeing the blood coat his skin, mixed with black vein-looking strands sprouting from the wound.
I bring my gaze to his, and he is watching me intently, waiting for what I will do or say next. Licking my lips, my chest heaves, lust swirling within me. Even looking as ill as he does, he is fucking hot.
He looks at me, not saying anything but watching my every move.
The room is thick with tension.
“How do you want to do this?” I ask.
He looks at me, his eyes turning red, but I think that is desire more than anger.
“Strip,” he says, and his deep voice makes my breath hitch.
It is a tone that carries desire and need.
A need for me.
He grits his teeth in pain as I remove the oversized T-shirt, leaving me in just a pair of pink lace panties and matching bra. His eyes scan my body, taking in every inch, and I feel his eyes all over me. My nipples pebble, and my pussy clenches at the way he is looking at me.
“Fuck, baby, you are beautiful.” He crooks his finger at me, beckoning me to him.
I sit on the bed at his hip, my eyes moving to his thick, hard cock resting on his flat, toned stomach.
“You are not so bad yourself, handsome.” Holy shit, is that my voice?
It is husky, thick with arousal.
Skin to skin, at the hip, Thorin reaches for my hand, using it to pull me closer.
“This is not how I wanted to do this for the first time.” He winces.
“Maybe not, Thorin, but you need fresh blood, and I will not stand by and let you use anything or anyone other than me. So we do this, or I walk for good.”
He sighs. “I know.” He releases my hand and pulls himself up into a seated position, wincing as he does.
“Come sit.” He gestures between his legs, and I know that this is a big moment for us both.
Taking a deep breath, I move to where he wants me.