Page 36 of Savage King

Even if itwaswarranted.

“You cannot come to my house and bellow at me like a bear because I answered the door in my comfy clothes! I wasn’t going to go back to my room and put on jeans and a sweater when I knew it was you at the door. What was the point?”

He grabbed her waist, pressing his forehead into hers and kissing the tip of her nose. She closed her eyes and he stared down at her. In awe. In gratefulness. This woman was his.

“The point, Goddess, is that every sexy inch of you belongs to me, and I don’t want any other man getting’ his envious eyes on what’s mine. I’m a jealous asshole, possessive over what I treasure, and there’s nothing on this earth I treasure more than you, Skathi.”

Her golden eyes skimmed his expression, penetrating deep, scouring for the truth of his words. His Skathi wasn’t one to take words at face value. Aaron the Asshole had shaken her trust to her DNA, and Odin was patiently working on building it back. It would take time, but that wasn’t something he had tonight.

“Come on, let’s sit, there’s something’ I got to tell you,” he said, leading her away from the wall and to the couch, where he sat down and pulled her down on top of him, wrapping his arms around her. She sat on his stiffly, her expression on of suspicious concern.

“What is it?” she asked warily, attempting to slip off his lap and sit beside him.

Fuck that. He held her tighter, pulling her head down to kiss her hard on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips to lap at her voraciously. After a moment she melted into him, just as he knew she would. After their kiss left him breathless, he broke the kiss but held her face between his large hands.

“Tonight, someone broke into Lock ‘n’ Load and set fire to the outdoor range.”

Skathi cried out, fumbling on his lap to quickly get to her feet.

“No! What the hells happened? Did they catch who did it? How much was damaged? Is everyone okay?”

Her rapid-fire questions were expected. Slowly getting to his feet, he pulled the now pacing Skathi into his arms, grounding her, just as she did him.

She planted her face in his chest and took a long, deep breath.

“I know the panic won’t help, but I do need answers, Odin. Please, tell me.”

“Slim called. He said they came in through the perimeter fence along the back of the property. They cut the fence. Don’t know how many there were, the cameras for range haven’t been installed yet. It’s a total loss outside, but the LVFD was able to put out the fire before it got to any of the buildings.”

Thank fuck for that. They were days away from finalizing the sale, and figuring out insurance and all the paperwork that came with it would have been a nightmare. At least with the outdoor range being targeted, the rusted-out vehicles and pallets and barrels were easy and cheap enough to replace. Once they cleaned up all the debris left by the fire, that was. And that, in itself, could take weeks.

She heaved a relieved sigh. “No one was hurt?”

“Nah. There wasn’t anyone there. It was like whoever did it knew it would be empty.”

“It isn’t like our hours of operation aren’t posted online. The only people who usually stay after hours are Slim and me, but I’ve been leaving on time because I want to spend time with you.”

And fuck, did he love that. He did the same thing, leaving his office before six every night, much to the annoyance of some of his brothers who thought it ridiculous that he was letting pussy keep him from the clubhouse. He’d fix that soon enough, though, once he got Skathi to move in with him. She’d be in his apartment and his bed, and she’d spend time with him and his brothers in the clubhouse proper once she was ready. He knew she was uncomfortable with the club bitches, and he understood her reluctance to accept that part of the MC lifestyle, but he at least wanted her with him, on his lap, taking his mouth when he was shooting the shit with his men. As the prez, he needed to be there, in the thick of things. And he wanted Skathi right there beside him. His old lady. His Valkyrie.

“So, what do we do now? Does Slim want me there?” she asked, exhaustion making her pale skin even more pale.

“He said he’s got it, but that he’s gonna need you to manage the cleanup.”

She nodded wearily, probably picturing the amount of work ahead of her.

He kissed her, squeezing her, reminding her that he was there with her, holding her up when she needed it.

“I’ll get the prospects over there to help once we get the all clear. In the meantime, though, I’ve got something I’ve been wanting to do for hours,” he growled into her neck, swiping at her fragrant flesh with his tongue.

She trembled, letting out a burst of heat breath against his ear.

“Do tell me, All Father,” she all but purred.

“I’d rather show you.” They’d deal with the real-world shit tomorrow.

That night, he didn’t give Skathi enough time to think about anything other than how good her man made her feel.

After another long day of dealing with clean up at the gun range and contacting new gyms about the potential for moving her MMA training business, she was worn out and ready to never speak to another human being for the next ten months.

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