Epilogue
Thorin
Delaney laughs at something Clark says to the group. I have no fucking idea what the fucker said; my focus is on my woman as she throws her head back, laughing.
Tonight she wearing black leather pants, with a bright red lace thin-strapped camisole, which makes her tits look mouthwatering. Since she was turned, Delaney has grown so much confidence and I love seeing it.
Every day she becomes stronger, handling being a vampire better than I expected of her. Seeing her like this has regret sitting heavy in my gut.
“She looks good, brother.” I nod to Winger, not taking my eyes off my woman.
“She does.”
“How is she taking to being a vampire?” he asks.
Finally pulling my gaze from Delaney, I look to my pres.
“Like she was made to be one. It comes naturally to her.”
“That is why she was chosen for you, Thorin. Delaney is one tough woman, and she will be a great mate for you.” I just nod. “The new club girl has been taken care of.”
The new club girl who was brought in by a prospect, was the one feeding the vampire and the Furies information. We spared the projects live, but the fucker will be on shit duty for a while, as for the girl, well like Pres said she has been handled.
I look back to my woman, knowing what I put her through, not thinking that she was strong enough for a man like me, sits heavy on me, but I know that with time, seeing her fucking blossom into a badass vampire chick as Izzy calls her, that feeling will fade.
I need to be focused on her, on our future. We may be vampires and hard to kill by most, but we can die.
“So much time wasted, but I will make up for it, by being the best fucking Ol’ Man and mate she could ever wish for.
My world now revolves around her. My loyalties with the club are still there, and will never waiver, but she comes first. When we blood bonded, I could feel my alpha powers intensify but also go into her.
“Delaney will make a good mate for me, the best Ol’ Lady I could ask for. She will be powerful, yet full of empathy and loyalty when it comes to her people. Deep down, I knew she would be phenomenal, but I got into my own head after seeing her so hurt and abused.”
“I hear you, brother, and on that note, you know what you have do next to finish this.” He smiles wide at me.
Winger is proud of the club’s Blood Oath, and he made it a mandatory thing when we found our mates, to make sure that our other halves are connected to the club.
“Do it,” I say, and he slaps my shoulder and stands, stepping into the middle of the room and whistling.
“Brothers and ladies of the Kings of Anarchy MC.”
“The only ladies here are me, Eva, and Delaney, right?” Skyla calls out, making the club girls stare at her.
Delaney laughs loudly, winking at me, and Eva giggles.
“Skyla,” Winger says in a warning tone, but with a smile on his face.
“What? I am just stating facts.”
“Oh, fuck off, Skyla. I have seen and heard you and Camo fucking; you are just as big a whore as we are,” Sybil mouths back.
“Maybe, but I am a whore of an Ol’ Lady, and you are just a plain skanky whore,” Skyla retorts.
“Sybil, enough.”
“Why do they keep these bitches around anyway?” Delaney calls out. “The brothers go looking for fresh pussy elsewhere now.”
“What she said.” I spin to look at Rush, who is leaning against the bar.
“I agree. I want something new,” Shift adds.
“All in agreement that the club girls get gone?” Winger calls out to the room without hesitation.
I wink when I see Delaney watching me.
“Aye,” I start, and each of the men follow.
“You can’t do that; we have nowhere else to go,” Sybil cries. The other girls stand around her in solidarity, but I see Winger, and he really does not fucking care.
He fucking hates drama and is more than happy to see them gone.
Sighing, he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I will reach out to the other KOA clubs and see if they need more whores. If not, you are on your own. Now go pack all your shit up.”
I crook my finger at Delaney, beckoning her to me. With a sexy smirk on her face, she walks toward me. Her hips sway with each step, enticing my dick.
“Missed you, babe,” I whisper against her lips.
“I was across the room.”
“Too far, if you ask me.” I kiss her hard and deep, staking another claim on her, even if it is not needed.
“You both ready?” Winger asks from beside us.
We both nod and he steps back, holding out the dagger that a fellow Kings’ brother made.
“Tonight, we offer a Blood Oath to Thorin and Delaney. Together, you will pass through life as one. Your souls will be as one. Your bond will be as one.”
We offer up our hands, palms up, and Winger drags the blade across each of our palms. Seeing Delaney’s blood pool in her hand, my cock thickens in my jeans. Her eyes dilate, darkening at seeing my blood pool, and when her arousal hits my senses, I growl.
“Wait. Fuck, you are all horny fuckers,” Winger states with a chuckle.
He closes our hands, our blood mixing between us, but I know what she is thinking; the mate bond is complete, so we can speak through our mind-link.
“You are now bonded in all the ways that count. Be good to each other and please keep the blood play to the confinement of your room,” Pres adds.
With a nod, I tug my girl closer, parting our hands, and I raise her hand to my mouth. Her eyes darken with lust as I drag my tongue over her palm, lapping at the blood, and fuck me, with her eyes locked on me, she mirrors what I did.
Her tongue sweeps across my hand, my cock rock hard in my pants.
“What the fuck did I just say?” Winger whines.
Winking, I slam my mouth down on hers, taking her in a kiss that will, without a doubt, let her know how I feel about her.
“I love you, Delaney.”
“I love you too, Thorin.”
With a smirk, I add, “They do say that all good girls like a villain in their life.”
“That we do. We all love a bad boy.” She kisses my jaw. “Why don’t you show me how much of a bad boy you can be, handsome?”
I toss her over my shoulder and go to leave the room when one word stops my tracks.
“VISION.”
We all turn to see Winger standing by the bar, his eyes white, his head tilted back, fists clenched at his sides.
With bated breath, we wait, then he comes out of his vision. Shaking his head, he leans on the bar for support.
“Who the fuck is Aspen Abbot?”
While we find out who the hell this person is, people will know that nobody fucks with the Kings.
THE END