We may have made the declaration at church, but the news wouldn’t have spilled out to the women. What happened in church, stayed in church after all. So this was the first public claiming, and even though we’d inadvertently been backed into a corner, I had to admit I was amused.
My cock had been hers since the first time she’d given me a hard-on—back when she was fifteen and I was just about to turn twenty. I’d felt like fucking scum, a total pervert, but hell, Lucie in a pair of short shorts and rocking a shirt that she’d knotted between her tits, looking like Marilyn Monroe reborn, was something no teenage guy could withstand.
“I can’t show them all,” she purred. “Considering two of them are in places my men won’t want any of you fuckers to see.”
Though I knew the brothers were stunned at our mass claiming of her, they snickered at that, hollered our names, and outright grinned at Lucie’s front.
With our public claiming, I knew the brothers would start to integrate her into the club more. Bomber’s dictates hadn’t died just because she’d returned with Wolfe’s kid, but this was definitely a step in the right direction because bikers appreciated loyalty. And they sure as fuck liked catfights.
She did as she’d done that first day—showed off her tats with a pride that almost had me shaking my head at her. We weren’t exactly prizes, but I knew to Lucie, we were. Fuck, now that I thought about it, she was to us as well, so the feeling was definitely mutual.
When the brothers saw her ink, they still looked a little stunned but they stopped gaping at her when Wolfe growled, “Stop checking out my woman.” Like that, their attention averted.
Sweetbutts were fair game, but an old lady? Not even outright looking was permitted. Not unless the motherfucker wanted a broken nose.
Lucie bent down, her tight ass even more on display now with her jeans pulled taut, and she propped herself up by placing her hands on her knees—fuck, I wanted her in that position the next time we fucked—and stared down at Jenna. “You get the memo, bitch? You go anywhere near my men and I’ll fuck you up something fierce.” Her top lip curled in a sneer. “No shaking your tits in their face or grabbing their cocks. I’ll make you wish you’d never been born if you do.”
Wolfe, who’d finally moved into the bar from the doorway, snorted at that, then grabbed Lucie and twisted her around so he could haul her over his shoulder. She squealed at the move then laughed as she found herself in a fireman’s hold. Wolfe smacked her on the ass and declared, “Makes me wanna fuck you when you get all possessive, Lucifer.” To Jenna, he murmured, “I’d listen to her, bitch. She lives up to her name.”
And with that, he spun on his heel, and knowing what was about to go down? Flame and me traipsed after him like eager puppies.
❖
Lucie
Being in Wolfe’s arms and having the club’s sweetbutts knowing exactly who I was, filled me with a satisfaction that couldn’t be feigned.
It was like one big hug, and I didn’t even care that I was being hauled off like a rioter in a crowd. Didn’t give a shit.
I’d staked my claim.
They’d staked theirs.
God, if that wasn’t enough to make me spontaneously combust, I didn’t know what was.
I heard Flame and Axe chuckling as they trailed behind us, and their heavy gait pounded alongside my heart.
So many times, I’d been in my bedroom, listening to Wolfe head to his room with a giggling slut in his arms. I’d listened to her cries of pleasure, heard them and felt myself die inside.
This time, I was the woman in his arms as he carried me past the bedroom where Amaryllis and I were sleeping, and over to his room.
He wasn’t using the same one, not now he was Prez, and the notion hit me then that I’d never actually been inside the Prez’s bedroom.
Ever.
My dad had never let me in, and I’d never have thought to crawl into his bed as a little girl after a bad nightmare. It would never have occurred to me to huddle in his arms if I was scared.
Most of the time, I was scared of him.
Until I’d grown up, until these boys had taught me how to defend myself.
If I’d wanted comfort, I’d gone to Kid or Dagger. If I’d wanted help with a girl at school, that was Flame and Wolfe’s territory. Axe was for plotting and homework. Although, now that I thought about it, they were all amenable to hugging me, to kissing my head if I’d done well or if I was sad.
Maybe it was fucked up that, in some small way, they’d been the only paternal influences in my life, but I loved them with all that I was for every single ounce of care and attention they’d given me.
As a kid, it had been innocent.
Then, shit had changed when I was sixteen. Sure, I’d been half in love with them since forever, but at sixteen, most girls were losing their V-cards around this place. Just not me. Bomber had put a warning on me. Any brothers touched me, and they’d lose their hands.
I’d waited, bided my time until I was seventeen. Until I knew they wanted me just as badly as I wanted them, and then I’d slipped into each of their rooms and made them mine.
I’d claimed them.
If I’d learned one thing in this life, it was that you had to take what you wanted from it.
Waiting on them would have been like waiting on my dad to suddenly start loving me—impossible. Their loyalty to the club, to Bomber at that time, had been ingrained. And even though they’d panted after me as hard as I’d panted after them, they’d have behaved because Bomber’s wrath was enough to terrify even men as powerful as mine.
Okay, well, maybe not Flame.
I wasn’t sure if Flame was scared of anything, except maybe jail time.
Because Ryan kept tabs on the MC, both for our protection and to keep us in the loop, when he’d told me Wolfe had been jailed, it had killed me not to visit, but knowing I wouldn’t be welcome had made me refrain. Still, Wolfe had survived it, so I knew Flame probably would too, but it would kill him deep inside.
Flame was easily the most messed up of all my men, the most delicate in some ways, and yet, the fiercest of the group too.
As I thought about that ferocity being aimed my way, I shivered and was happy when Wolfe’s feet drew to a halt, and the sound of a door opening made itself known to me.
Within seconds, I was being carefully maneuvered into a standing position, before Wolfe began stripping me.
I had to smile at his take-charge actions, and I didn’t stop him. Didn’t even demur. The minute Axe and Flame closed the door behind them, they moved over to me too, surrounding me, circling me like I was the prey to their predator.
Well, I was no prey, and they should know I wasn’t scared of them by now.
When Wolfe had dragged my shirt overhead, he grunted at the sight of my bra-less tits. His hands were large. Scarred from the dirty jobs he’d done over the years, but strangely elegant too. Spatulate fingers, clean nails. In fact, they all had clean nails, and I knew why—they’d gotten into the habit of cleaning up well because the grease had been a bitch to get out of my clothes as a kid. I’d been small as a child, and unfortunately for me, when I hadn’t wanted to obey, they’d just hauled me into their arms and taken me where they wanted me to go. Whether it was school, the library, or my father’s office.