I’m cut from a different cloth
and they don’t make the fabric
anymore.
- Gentleman’s Quotes
Holy shit! This is the claiming.
It’s supposed to be hot, untamed with him fully dominating me. I’ve heard the stories. I can’t help the wide smile that blooms on my lips against my tearstained face. A few brothers chuckle, seeing it and knowing I’ve realized exactly what this is. They came through for me; they voted that I’m good enough. Odin gets to claim me as his ol’ lady, and I’ll no longer wear the title of club whore. I’m his woman.
His.
“Odin.” I moan his name as he drives into me roughly, his long, thick length filling me.
He nods, wearing a soft smirk in place as he meets my gaze. It only lasts a second, before his hand is over my throat, holding me down for him to fuck me at a crazy speed. With a mighty roar, he shouts, “Mine! Cherry is my woman, motherfuckers! Mine!”
I’ve never heard anything quite like it, being claimed in front of a room full of boisterous, rowdy men, knowing that I mean that much to one person alone to belong. My heart fills so full it feels as if it may burst. My desire for Odin spikes to a degree so ridiculously high that I scream out, an orgasm like no other hits me. The rapture is so overpowering on my body, mind, and soul that my breath seizes, my heart beating double time as I gaze at the mesmerizing man above me.
His hand tightens, bringing my focus back to the present and he’s shouting at his brothers again and then roaring with his release. It’s quick, dominant and done to make a point to the others. His cum pumps into my pussy so powerfully I swear it’s reaching places it never has in the past. The warm, thickness soothes my tender walls from the brutal beating my core took from his hardened steel. The man is a force, one that has made me his. He showed me last night just what it’s like to be loved and cherished by him. Today he’s shown me in a room full of other alphas what it means to be desired, wanted and valued. Not only does he cherish me, but he cares enough to claim me and keep me from anyone else.
I’m his, and he’s mine.
Odin’s body slows, his cock pulsing out its final bits of pleasure. Various brothers offer up a quick, congratulatory pat on his back before stomping to the bar for drinks. Tonight is a night of celebration. Another brother has found his mate.
Odin leans in over my body, his heat warming every inch of my exposed flesh. His perspiration-dotted brow tenderly meets mine as he gazes into my eyes, his own full of affection. “It’s official babe, you’re mine,” he says, and my smile widens. “The brothers say you’re family, even more so now that it’s official with the MC. I think it’s important that you know something...not one member voted no. Every person in that room said yes.”
I bite my lip, overflowing with a different type of love. “Every single one?” I murmur and he nods.
“Everyone, they all want us to be together.”
“Wow,” I whisper on a sigh, and he grins. “I don’t expect you to say it back, but I love you, Odin. So very much. I have for a long time.”
He kisses my lips, pulling the bottom into his mouth, giving me goosebumps before meeting my heated stare again. “You should expect it. You deserve everything, Cherry. And I do, you know?”
“You do? You’re sure you want to go that far with me, biker?”
He pecks my lips again. “Yep. I fucking love you, beautiful woman.”
“I love you too,” I repeat and burst at the seams with joy and love for the man before me.
“I know.” With a wink, he pulls me to sit up. He yanks his jeans back up and in place. With both arms wrapped around my frame securely, he tugs me to him having me wrap my legs around his middle. “We’re getting you some fucking panties on, and then we’re joining everyone to celebrate.”
I’m officially claimed because my man doesn’t want another male in this place to see what belongs to him. Pressing my lips to his, I hug him a little tighter and think that sometimes wishes do come true.
“To the lovebirds!” My brother cheers and I grin like a dumbass. “It’s official! We have a new ol’ lady to add to the fold.”
We all reply by picking up our shots and cheering then slam them back.
Princess holds a new shot up and smiles. “Welcome, Cherry!”
I’m so fucking happy to see her here by my brother’s side. I know things aren’t perfect between them, and it’ll take time for them to heal, but it’s a start. During P’s time here away from my brother, she admitted that she doesn’t believe that they’ll ever be able to have children together. The woman has lost so much in her life, and I wish there were some way I could help her. Hopefully, the old Prez, her pops, will remain sober so they can attempt to finally have some sort of relationship together. One thing is for certain; I’ll be keeping my eyes glued to Viking to keep him on the straight and narrow. They may not have a baby now, but I’ll never stop hoping for the two of them to create their own family someday.
Cherry salutes the head ol’ lady in thanks, and then everyone’s liquor goes down the hatch. Every single one of us is going to be a drunken mess if we keep tossing shots at this rate.
Mercenary comes to my side, slapping me on my back. “Congrats, VP.”
“Thanks, man.” I grin and tilt my beer bottle to tink against his bottle. “Chevelle not here?” I haven’t noticed his woman around today.