Page 88 of Property of Camo

“Lucky bitch.” She winks at my woman. “My husband needs a few pointers from you.”

We all laugh, and Rolley finishes up Skyla’s ink, then adds the little design to my hand. Once we are all done and coveredup, we say our goodbyes, then I help my woman onto the back of my bike and take her to her place, where I fuck her against the wall, on the kitchen table, and in the bed.

Nothing fucking beats your woman coming all over your cock, screaming your name, and believe me, my woman likes to come and scream.

It is a good thing that I like her coming, squeezing my cock and screaming my name.

Epilogue

Camo

Things are fucking good.

My woman is on my lap, chatting to her friends, while I talk to Shift.

Clark is back at the gym. It took him four months to fully recover but he is making up for lost time at the gym and in the bedroom. The fucker is fucking any man who bats his eyes at him. Skyla, Eva, and Rocky are worried but I know that they will help him deal with whatever shit he is going through, and so will I if I am needed.

Music is pumping through the speakers, and drinks are flowing while we celebrate Halen’s birthday.

The club girls are dancing around in next to no clothing, which the single brothers are loving.

Like I said, things are good.

“Bastard,” Skyla mutters, glaring across the room.

I tighten my hold on her hip, gaining her attention. Her brown eyes connect with mine and I see the pain she carries for her friend. Since we did the blood oath and I claimed her asmine, we are connected on every level. So I feel her emotions like she feels mine.

“Baby, leave him be. They are not a couple, he has made it very fucking clear. She needs to move on.”

“He is hurting her, Reece. How can I stand by and watch this?” I feel her emotions through our bond, but from what I have learned about my woman, there is nothing that will stop her protecting the ones she loves.

“He has been extra needy lately,” Rush throws out there.

We have all seen it. Since Delaney moved out and stopped coming around the club, Thorin has been feeding more, like he is trying to curb his craving for her.

“Well, he is in for a shock when he finds out that she is dating someone and has found a new place to work.” Skyla shrugs, smirking at me.

Fucking minx.

We all look across the room when we hear a mixture of loud moans.

Thorin is sitting in the corner with three women he brought to the party. He is feeding off each of them in turn, while letting them play with his cock. They are all shirtless, tits out, being toyed with.

Delaney can see all of this. I may be a cunt, and one of the most feared men in Salem, but I have a soft spot for a woman I care about. Seeing Delaney’s pain makes me see things from a different perspective. This was what Skyla felt when she thought I was fucking other people while we were together, well, until she actually fucking caught me with someone else.

“Up, babe.” I tap her thigh. “Go to your girl. I will be right back.”

She nods to me, kissing me on the lips, and walking over to Delaney, who is sitting at the bar with Oryn and Winger.

I walk across the room, ignoring the club girls who are giving me fuck me eyes because bitches never fucking learn, but it has no effect on me anymore. Only one woman makes my dick hard and that is my Ol’ Lady.

Stopping in front of the group, I clear my throat. Thorin looks up at me, blood coating his teeth, from the chick he was just feeding off.

“Brother, something I can help you with?” His voice is husky, deep from the feeding arousal he gets.

“Take this to your room” is all I say.

He smirks at me, blood coating his teeth. “Don’t think I will, brother. This is a free space, if I am not wrong.”

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