Page 11 of The Club Princess

Gage pushes off the mattress with a grunt, coming to stand before me as I scowl. “Calm down. Princess.”

My mouth drops open as rage starts to boil inside. “Do not fucking tell me to calm–”

“I want to claim you,” He smirks, tucking some tangled hair behind my ear.

His heated eyes drop to my lips, and he pushes a finger into my open mouth, smearing the taste of us on my tongue before he pulls it out and sticks it in his mouth.

The previous anger disappears, leaving me with warmth around my heart. I breathe out a small gasp. “Claim me?”

Gage nods. “You want to be a part of the club? Then you’re mine andonlymine. You okay with that?”

I nod, unable to say anything and trying hard to contain my smile. My heart is actively trying to escape my chest with how hard it is pounding. I never thought Gage would want me like that.

Gage pulls me into his chest, his hands drifting to squeeze my ass. “You sure? You’ll be my old lady. There will never be anyone else for you?”

I rest my head on his shoulder. “Not even Dad?”

Gage goes rigid, his fingers digging into my ass. “Do you want him?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about him like that. It’s only ever been you, but the other night…”

“It was hot,” Gage agrees and then lets go, stepping back. He runs a tattooed hand across his jaw. “I would be okay with him, but no one else.”

My heart skips a beat. “Gage, I’m not saying–”

“No, I get it. We opened this door; it’s not right of me to close it.”

Swallowing down the emotion threatening to close my throat, I shake my head and then admit. “I want to be your old lady.”

He laughs. “Good because Dad is already telling the council, and we need to go in there and put on a show.”

“Wait, what?”

“Sorry, princess. The little private show between the family didn’t count,” He taunts, his lips curling on one side and a small dimple popping out near his chin. He doesn’t seem sorry at all. In fact, his eyes turn heated, and he grabs my shoulders, turning me toward the bathroom.

“Go shower, and then I need to show off my lady,” he says, tapping my ass gently.

I’m tempted to argue with him. Tell him that I don’t agree with it, but I would be lying. A hum of excitement runs under my skin at the thought of Gage publicly claiming me like that. So I take a shower, unable to stop smiling.

Shaw

Staringatthemenaround the table, nerves slide down my spine. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt nervous, but I know what is about to go down is going to have me losing a lot of respect among the men.

I clear my throat and stand. “We’ve been together a long time now.”

The men holler, banging on the table at the nostalgia of the times we’ve been through. My chest aches, and I run a hand through my beard.

“And I’ve led this club to a lot of success. I hope you guys take into consideration what I’m about to confess.”

“What the hell is goin’ on, Prez?” Bear grumbles.

“Gage is proclaiming an old lady today–”

Another round of hollers goes out, and I hold up a hand as I grimace. “He’s claiming Mikayla.”

Silence falls throughout the room before Scruff smacks a hand on the wooden table. “Mik just barely turned eighteen, she–”

“Nothing happened before she was of age,” I confirm.

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