Chapter 26 Chance
CHANCE
One Month Later
There’s a party at the clubhouse, but Kenzie has no idea that it’s all for her.
I wanted to wait until I had won her back before I gave her the property cut, and we have both grown a lot over the last few weeks.
I moved into her townhouse with her and Cash for now, but I’m building us a much bigger house on club property.
However, after tonight, she might want to kick me out again.
Our chapter alone has some very fucked-up traditions. After speaking with the other officers at church, they wanted to keep those traditions, and even though Kenzie gave me her consent, she still might fucking hate me after tonight.
Whistling to gain everyone’s attention, the music is turned down while everyone waits for me to speak. “All right, as some of you know, we’re celebrating for a reason tonight. Kenzie, baby, come up here, please.”
She shares a look with Freya before walking to me and standing at my side. She looks so fucking sexy with her tight black jeans and see-through glittery top, and I can’t wait to see her in my cut.
Lust comes up and hands me the box with her property patch in it.
“Kenzie, I’m fucking obsessed with you. I love you. You’ve been mine since the first moment I laid my eyes on you, but I want to finally make it official.”
Everyone is cheering, catcalling, and whistling. Pulling out the cut, I show it to her. It has the Royal Bastard MC patch on the back, with Property of Chance written across the bottom. On the front, it reads, “Siren.”
She opens her arms with a wide smile, and I slide it on her. “You look so fucking perfect,” I say to her, raking my teeth over my lower lip as I take her in.
I’m fucking her in just that tonight.
If she lets me.
“If all my officers will follow me into church, there’s something else we need to do to make this official,” I announce.
More cheers.
Concern comes from Cash, who crosses his arms and tries to stare me down. He didn’t want me to do this to her, but he’s not even a prospect yet, so he knows he can’t say anything.
Kenzie squares her shoulders and walks with me.
“You sure you want to do this?” I ask.
“I’m sure,” she replies, lifting her chin.
That’s my fucking woman.
One by one, we all step into the room and stand around the big wooden table. Lifting Kenzie, I set her in the middle of the table. There’s a fireplace in the corner of the room, lighting it up for us.
Kissing her forehead and then her nose, I glance down at her with regret. “This is going to be hard, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.” She nods, taking a deep breath. “I know.”
“You’re going to wear the Royal Bastard MC brand on your skin,” I say, nodding to Warden, who lifts it so she can see. It’s a crown with RB on the front. Feminine and badass, it’s what the old ladies have always had branded on them.
“It’s bigger than I thought it was going to be!” she snaps, sliding off the table.
“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” I smirk.
“I’m going to fucking kill you, Chance.”
The men chuckle behind me. They don’t know that she’s probably not joking. My woman has a temper. It’s why she makes the perfect old lady for me.
“It’s going to hurt, baby, but you can take it,” I rasp, swallowing hard. I pull off her top, leaving her in nothing but her bra and jeans. “I was thinking right here.” I touch her hip. It’s a spot she can hide if she wants, and one that I’ll get to see every time I fuck her. “What do you think?”
She narrows her eyes at me, then looks around the room. “You want to brand all the old ladies?”
They all nod. “It’s tradition,” Lust explains, shrugging sheepishly. “And it’s also fucking hot seeing our mark on your skin. You are Chance’s, but you’re also ours. Ours to protect. We’d all die for you, Kenzie, without a thought. This is how you show your loyalty back to us, back to the club.”
The asshole is a lot better with words than I am.
Handing her a bottle of tequila, she looks me in the eye as she opens it and starts to gulp it down.
She sits back on the table.
“Good girl,” I praise.
She’s going to need it.
Warden heads to the fireplace while I cup Kenzie’s face in my hands. “We’re going to hold you down so you don’t move, okay?”
She nods, and I fucking hate this. “You’re so brave. You make me so proud, baby.”
I kiss her deeply, and she kisses me back, wrapping her arms around my neck. I start to kiss down her neck, getting her ready for the pleasure that’s going to come after the pain.
“How hard you scream in pain is exactly how hard I’m going to make you scream in pleasure after,” I tell her, lifting her face to look me in the eyes. “All the men will watch you scream twice, do you understand?”
She glances around the room at my most trusted brothers and licks her lips. “Fuck it, let’s get this over with.”
I collar her neck gently and lower my lips to her ear. “We’re going to brand you, and then I’m going to get down on my knees and worship you like the fucking queen you are in front of my brothers. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you, baby?”
She whimpers and nods.
I can feel my brothers’ approval.
I take off her heels and place them under the table. I massage her feet for a few moments, the two of us in our own world.
Undoing her jeans button, I slide them down with help from Lust, who lifts her for me, before I gently push her back down on the table. I plant a soft kiss on the spot on her hip as I roll down her panties a little. “You ready?”
“Yes, do it, Chance. Now.”
Warden, Gunner, Lust, and Custom hold her down.
Hating myself in this moment, I pick up the branding iron in my shaking hands and swallow hard. Wanting to get it over quickly, I position the iron and stamp it onto Kenzie’s hip. She screams loudly, and I feel fucking sick that I’m doing this to her.
Lifting it off her skin, I stare down at the red, permanent brand that marks her as mine.
“That fucking hurt,” she groans in pain.
“You did so well, baby,” I murmur, wrapping her in my arms. I make sure to keep my body off the brand.
She buries her face into my neck, her tears dripping down my skin.
“So fucking brave. There’s no old lady more deserving than you.
I’m going to make you feel all better now and make you come in front of my brothers. Are you sure?”
She nods.
“Baby, I need to hear the words.”
“Yes.”
Fuck.
I start kissing her lips, neck, and down her chest. I leave her bra on, but suck her nipples through the lace, before continuing south.
Her eyes are still wet with tears, and now she watches my every move.
Some men choose to fuck their old ladies in this room, but I’m just going to give her my mouth and then take her upstairs.
She’s lying on my table in church in nothing but black lace panties and a bra.
My brand on her skin.
In front of my club brothers.
A feeling of possessiveness fills me.
This is the only time they will ever see her like this, so I hope they fucking enjoy it.
Slowly dropping to my knees, I slide my hands up her thighs, pressing soft kisses until I meet her lace-covered pussy.
Sliding the material to the side, I close my eyes and taste her.
She tastes so sweet, and she’s all fucking mine.
Humming against her pussy, I suck on her clit, just how she likes it.
Her fingers tangle in my hair. I want her to forget all about the pain and focus on me, on my knees in front of her, worshiping her in front of some of the most ruthless men she’ll ever encounter.
Ruthless men who would die protecting her.
“Chance,” she pants, making the sweetest little moans that are making my dick rock-hard.
“Fuck, brother, she’s perfect,” Warden growls, standing next to her and pushing her hair gently to the side. He starts to plait it for her, and she turns to look at him with a small smile.
She might not be smiling in a minute.
Wanting her attention back on me, I lick her clit with more pressure, and she starts to moan loudly.
“That’s right,” Custom rasps, and I hear the sound of a zipper going down. My brothers are getting off from just watching her.
And why wouldn’t they?
She’s a dream.
They’ve probably been waiting for this part of the claiming ceremony since they first laid eyes on her.
“They are touching themselves watching you. Do you want that?” I ask.
She nods, moaning. “Yes.”
When I feel she’s about to come, I pull back, edging her. I want her orgasm to be stronger and wilder, and that means drawing it out for her a little. “See what you’re doing to all the men in this room?” I ask her, sliding two fingers inside her. She’s so wet, she’s dripping down my hand.
She’s such a good girl, being so bad for me right now, and it’s so fucking hot.
Her hazel eyes become heated as she takes in all the eyes on her. “They all wish they were me right now. Do you want them to come when you do?” I ask her, and she nods.
“Yes,” she gasps, as I curl my fingers. “Just like that, Chance.”
“You’re close, aren’t you, baby? Fuck, I need to taste you again.”
My mouth and fingers work in tandem. I notice her eyes linger a little too long on Lust’s piercing, so I suck harder until she’s begging me to let her come. “Please, Chance!”
“My brothers are going to cover your beautiful body with their cum. Are you going to let them do that, baby?” I rasp, watching her glance around the room. I don’t know what she sees when she looks at them, but she nods.
I totally thought she’d say no to this part, so imagine my surprise when she agreed.
I’m both so fucking hard and jealous about what’s about to happen.
No one will forget this moment.
If something ever happens to me, the men in this room are going to take care of my woman until their dying breaths.
I edge her a few more times before letting her finish. Fuck, I love looking at the brand while I eat her pussy. It’s my new favorite thing in the world.
She screams, the sexiest carnal sound I’ve ever heard, and my brothers step closer. Low growls follow around the room as the men all finish on her chest and neck with their eyes locked on her.
“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Lust says in a husky tone.
Kenzie sits up, eyes on me. Stepping closer to her, I press a soft kiss to her mouth. We both stare at each other, unable to look away.
Warden quickly leaves the room and returns with a warm cloth to clean Kenzie up.
Lifting her into my arms like a bride, I carry her out before she can get shy about what just happened. The party is still going on, and the crowd cheers when they see us, but I hightail it out of there.
“Are you okay?” I ask her when we’re in my room. “Fuck, I hope you don’t kill me.”
She smiles, and I realize she’s tipsy from the tequila. “Not going to lie… that was one too many dicks in a room for me.”
“How long are you going to talk about other men’s—”
“The brand fucking hurt, Chance. You can listen to me talk about what happened after for the rest of your life.”
“I know, but you have all of the club brothers’ respect now. And a bond that will save you if anything ever happens to me.”
I lie back on the bed with her on top of me. “You’re so hard,” she whispers, pressing against me.
“After what happened in there? Of course I am.” I grin, kissing the side of her neck. “That was so hot, Siren. So fucking hot. But I’m not sharing you ever again, so you better not have liked it too much.”
“Gunner’s cock is—”
I cover her mouth with my hand. “Bend over. I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”
“According to this brand, I belong to all of you.”
I kiss her to shut her up.
“You’re all fucking mine now.”
And then I fuck her until she’s seeing stars.