Page 66 of Property of Camo

“We were talking, Camo. Go bother someone else. Maybe a club girl, we know how much you like them.”

“I am just going to go and clean the bar,” Delaney mutters then takes off like a shot before Skyla can protest.

“Looks like it is just me and you, babe.” I smile triumphantly at her, making her scowl.

“I can be resting at home, Camo. I do not need to be here.” She flicks her head toward the club girls who have been glaring at her since she arrived a few hours ago.

Looking to where she is nodding to, I see the four club girls glaring at my woman.

“Have they said anything to you?”

“God, Camo, what haven’t they said? Apparently, you like to fuck them every night. I was the outside side piece. They havegone into great detail about how you like it, how you make them scream your name.” Her voice shows her disgust.

Her arms are folded across her chest, and I hate seeing her on guard; she should never have to feel like this here. The Kings’ clubhouse should be a place of safety for her.

“I will fucking speak to them; they will not disrespect my Ol’ Lady,” I growl.

“If you say so,” she huffs.

Leaning in, I grip the back of her head. Dipping my mouth to hers, I kiss her, letting every fucker in this room know that Skyla Delmont is mine. My mate, my Ol’ Lady.

Her tongue battles with mine, and I force myself not to smirk against her lips because I know she will pull back, breaking the heated connection we have right now. I would do anything to make us more connected but she can’t have sex for the next six weeks due to her surgery.

My cock is aching to be balls deep inside her again, but the time will come when I will claim her as mine and she will feel me for days after.

Breaking the kiss, pushing down the overwhelming need to make her mine, I lean my forehead against hers.

“They meant nothing, Sky. It was all empty fucking, unlike what we have, and before you snap at me, let me speak?” I ask her.

The look she gives me would make most men run and cower but I know my girl can put on a mean show to scare men off.

“I was no fucking saint before we met, not by a long shot. I was young and in a motorcycle club, babe. An MC that people feared, hell they still do, but what came with that reputation was free easy pussy and I was single and not looking for my mate. A close friend of mine was a lion shifter and he found his fated mate and they had twins.

“He was powerful and other packs wanted what he had, so they came to him demanding that he help them. When he refused, they killed his mate and children in front of him. I had to watch him wither way until he killed himself not being able to live without his mate anymore. From then on, I swore that I would never find my own mate. Then one night at the club, a sexy as fuck woman steps into my path and let’s just say that I fucking knew that you were mine, and my hate for the fates took over, but I needed to have you. So I made my move.”

I stop talking, taking in the way she is looking at me.

Her anger is dimmed as she looks at me. Tears fill her eyes, but they are not for me but those I have lost. She reaches out, gently placing her hand on my cheek, and I lean into her touch. This is the most she has done since I hurt her.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. “I hate that your friend had to suffer that kind of loss, I cannot even imagine.” She sighs.

“So, you understand why I pushed you away?”

“I do to some degree, but, Camo, this all could have been avoided of you had just spoken to me and not been the stubborn broody prick that you have been. Would it have changed my feelings for you? No. I know how fated mates work, Camo, I have lived in Salem for fucking years now, so I see what goes on.

“I will not keep bringing it up after today, but you hurt me. Explaining and telling me a few nice words is not going to erase that, Camo. It will take time and effort from you to show me that you do truly regret it, and will not hurt me in the future. If we have one.”

I cut her off.

“Of fucking course we have a future,” I growl. “Don’t even think that I will let you go. I will hunt you down, baby,” I confess.

Her shoulders slump, fingers curling tightly around the blanket covering her lap, showing her defeat and unease.

“I am not sure that we do. You made it clear that you never wanted someone to be your forever. It took me being hurt for you to suddenly change and want an Ol’ Lady. I don’t buy it, I’m sorry.”

Her word hit me like a sledgehammer to the gut, but I know they are coming from a place of pain, that I caused.

“I will fucking show you that I am all in. No more wasting time, or explaining why we didn’t do this sooner, like you said. No more after today. Tomorrow is a new day, and fuck me, I will let everyone know in Massachusetts, that you belong to me. Every fucking member Kings of Anarchy will know.” I lean in, pressing my mouth to hers again.

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