“One last thing, and then we can party. You all agreed with me the other day when I chose not to kill Rémi due to his family being used against him. I took him along for what we did to the Jacquots to see how he reacted, and even let him watch how we dealt with Mera when he asked. He knew his fate could change if he ever betrayed us.”

  When I paused, I saw disbelief on several faces.

  “Are you telling us he’s done that?” Smuggler asked angrily.

  There were muttered exclamations of outrage. I held up my hand to get them to shut up, and they did.

  “No, that’s not what I’m saying at all. He stood his ground. He came to me earlier today to thank me for what we did and to express his desire to help us in the future in any capacity we might need. He’s willing to do it as long as we never become human traffickers like the Jacquots. I assured him it wouldn’t happen. However, I did ask if he’d be willing to modify his offer. He asked how, and I explained. I want to know if my brothers will allow him to do either option—his or mine.” I stopped. I liked to rile them up occasionally. I waited.

  “Well, out with it. Do you want us to fucking beg?” Howler groused.

  Cobra and I both laughed, and then I got to the point. “I should, but since you asked so goddamn nicely, I’ll just tell you. But the decision has to be unanimous. I want you to think before you cast your vote when I call for it. The question is, who would be willing to allow him to prospect for a chance to become one of us? God knows none of us are saints. Is his past too dark to allow it, or has he made you worry he can’t change or be trusted? He knows that even if the offer stands, there’s no guarantee he’ll be patched in. And he’s still willing to help if we decide not to do it.”

  This revelation sparked a loud murmur. I left them to talk for a good five minutes, but it didn’t last long because they all fell silent. There was no time like now to ask for their answers.

  “All in favor of Rémi becoming a Kings’ prospect, raise your hand,” I demanded.

  I watched as hand after hand shot in the air. When it was all said and done, not a single hand wasn’t raised. Satisfaction filled me. I smiled.

  “It’s official. Rémi Matisse is now a prospect. Brutus, go get him and bring his ass in here,” I ordered.

  While our enforcer fetched him, we sat there chatting about nothing in particular. When they entered the room, we fell silent and stared hard at Rémi. He held himself tall. He didn’t say a word but met my gaze straight on.

  “I talked to the club about our earlier conversation. I thought it was only fair to let you know the vote result rather than drag it out. I’m sorry,” I told him.

  The tiniest flash of disappointment was hidden. “It’s alright. I didn’t think it would happen, but I appreciate your offering to consider it, Tyrant. It doesn’t change my willingness to help.”

  “Hold the fuck on and don’t speak until you’re asked to. Christ, these prospects get worse and worse,” Cobra grumbled.

  It took Rémi a second or two to register what was said. When it did, he frowned. “What did you say?”

  “He said you prospects keep getting worse,” I stated.

  As his astonishment blossomed on his face, we broke out laughing. Then he was being mobbed as the club welcomed him with handshakes and backslaps. I was the last to do it.

  “Thank you. You won’t regret this,” he assured me.

  “I’d better not. Now, who’s ready to relax and party?” I shouted, earning loud cheers.

  Lakelyn: Chapter 21

  I saw Brutus come to get Rémi and take him into sanctuary. I knew what it was about. Yesterday, during one of our talking sessions, while we rested, Tyrant asked me if it would bother me to have Rémi around. I asked him why he would stay. Tyrant refused to answer until I did.

  I explained that while I understood why he did what he did, I’d protect my family no matter what, too, but I still felt slightly uneasy when I saw him. I kept recalling him trying to kidnap me. However, the way he’d gone with the club to take care of Jean-Baptiste and Hugo and then stood firm through Mera’s punishment showed he had the potential to be upstanding and loyal. Rémi couldn’t doubt his fate if he went against the club and talked. I could let the past go between us if he remained steadfast.

  That’s when my man told me of his idea to offer him the opportunity to prospect. He wouldn’t do it if I were uncomfortable with it or opposed to it. We’d talked about it for a long time before we were both satisfied. Tyrant said he planned to speak with Cobra about it.

  When he came home before sanctuary, Tyrant told me about his conversation earlier with Rémi and the plan to ask the club brothers to vote on it. I was anxious to hear their decision. My anxiety wasn’t out of fear, though, so that told me I was closer to accepting Rémi’s presence if they offered him the chance.

  They weren’t in there for more than ten minutes when I heard the loud chatter of male voices and the thunder of booted feet. I glanced over to see the other Kings, the sluts, and my brother were watching the entrance. Their voices sounded happy, but that didn’t mean they said yes. I knew it was party time, and I’d been warned it would get even wilder due to guests.

  As they entered, I searched for my man and Rémi. I found them bringing up the rear. Based on the hand on Rémi’s shoulder and how the guy was smiling, I had my answer. He’d been voted in. Now, the hard work will begin. Again, my man had educated me on some of the things they went through to earn their patch and road name. It wasn’t easy. When they were all in the center of the room, the music was turned down, and everyone turned to look at my man.

  “Before we get to the fun, I wanted to inform everyone that we’ll celebrate something more tonight. The Kings of Anarchy of Nebraska have just gained a new prospect. Let’s welcome Rémi Matisse, and may the torture begin.”

  Tyrant gave the poor guy an evil smirk, which was reflected all over the room, and dark chuckles accompanied it. Oh, boy, this would be fun. I hadn’t seen them do anything crazy to Drax and Knife, but they had been here for a while, and maybe they’d gotten through their hazing. I was pleased to see Rémi didn’t flinch and seemed to be taking it in stride.

  As soon as he finished, Tyrant slapped their new prospect hard on the back and twirled his finger in the air. The music was turned back up, and with his eyes zeroed in on me, Tyrant made his way through the crowd to my side. As if he hadn’t seen me in days, he yanked me close and assaulted my mouth, but it was an assault I embraced and returned.

  I was not only breathing hard when he pulled away sometime later, but I was thoroughly aroused. I wanted to drag him to a dark corner and have my way with him. Or let him have his way with me. My nipples were hard, fiery nubs, and my pussy was growing slicker. The look on Tyrant’s face told me he knew the state I was in. He winked. To ensure I wasn’t alone in my pain, I smiled up at him as I boldly cupped his cock through his jeans. The lump was huge and rock hard, as always. I kneaded it, then mimicked stroking it. Tyrant groaned.

  “You keep that up, and I’ll bend you over a table and fuck you raw, doux bébé. I won’t care who sees it.” He growled out his warning.

  His threat, or more like a promise, sent darts of desire shooting through my body, increasing my slickness. I’d always fantasized about being taken in a room full of people. Something about that was so forbidden yet sexy to me. I’d never been tempted to do it while awake, but his words made me want it. Tyrant was waiting for my reaction.

  I gave him a seductive smile as I kept playing with his erection. “You give me a little time and let the party begin in earnest, and I just might let you do it,” I said.

  I stunned him. His face said it all.

  “Don’t fuck with me that way, Lakelyn. I’ll do it,” he warned.

  “I would never tease you about something like this, honey. Let me think about it and relax. I admit, I’ve fantasized about such a thing, but I have never been tempted to do it with someone until now. My pussy is so wet just imagining it.”

  “Jésus-Christ, je ne peux pas te croire. Putain, c'est parfait.Jésus-Christ, je ne peux pas te croire. Putain, c'est parfait. Jesus Christ, I can’t believe you. Goddamn perfect,” he hoarsely muttered as he put his hand over mine on his cock and squeezed. I tightened my hold.

  Thank God I was beginning to pick up French. Even though our ancestors were from France, I’d never learned it. It let me know what he was saying when he slipped into it. I was about to tell him we should find privacy when Cobra walked up.

  “Sorry to interrupt, Pres, but you have that one other thing that needs to be done. The liquor is flowing, and the women will be coming in soon. They’ll be drunk or fucking later.”

  I had no idea what else they had to do, but I wouldn’t interfere. I gently patted Tyrant’s bulge, which Cobra saw and grinned about. I couldn’t care less.

  “Go take care of work, baby, and then you can take care of me,” I whispered.

  “Like I said, perfect. Stay right here. Don’t move,” he ordered.

  As I nodded, he pressed a hard, though brief, kiss to my lips, and then he walked away with his VP. They’d barely left when Alice approached me. I hadn’t gotten a chance to speak to her tonight. I’d been busy making sure everything was ready and talking to the other Kings, who were a flirty bunch. They made me laugh.

  “Hey, Alice, how’s it going?” I asked.

  “It’s okay. I wanted to let you know I took your advice and talked to my friend’s family. They staged an intervention last night. It was rough, with a lot of screaming and accusations thrown at them, as she did to me, but it worked. I got the call from her not long ago. She apologized and told me she’s checking into a treatment program next week. I can’t thank you enough,” she said.

  I was thrilled for her and her friend and couldn’t stop myself from hugging her. Alice slowly returned it. I knew I’d surprised her. After we parted, she excused herself. Before I could check for Tyrant, my brother came up to me.

  “It seems it’s real. We’re free of them.”

  I knew he meant the Jacquots. We’d talked yesterday about how surreal it seemed and how it hadn’t sunk in yet.

  “Yeah, I believe it is. We can do whatever we want without hiding or looking over our shoulders. And it’s time for you to start school. We need to sit down and go over where you’ve applied and where you haven’t. I’m sorry I’ve been rather tied up in other things.”

  “You mean you’ve been held captive and sexed up by Tyrant. I still can’t believe my sister is with a biker, and him no less, but I can see he makes you very happy and loves you. And you feel the same way. It’s only because of that that I agreed.”

  “Agreed?” I asked, puzzled.

  His eyes flickered, and then he grinned. I watched him step away from me. I was about to go after him when it registered that the room was quiet again, and all eyes were on me. A second later, something heavy was draped over my shoulders and back. I jumped and whipped my head to the side to look back. I found Tyrant standing there. He was smiling at me. Then, I glanced down, and that’s when I saw the heaviness was due to a leather vest. My heart skipped, and my mouth went dry. Was it? Tyrant lifted it off me. I was about to protest when he held it up and slowly turned it around.

  “I know you already said yes, and I should’ve waited until this came to claim you, but I couldn’t. So this is backward. I’m asking in front of all these witnesses. That way, if you say yes a second time, you can’t wiggle out of it,” he teased.

  His answer drew chuckles from the crowd. I pretended to consider it as I soaked up the look of the property cut. I had heard of them, but no one here had one since I was the first old lady in this chapter. While others had old ladies in the Ohio and South Dakota chapters, their men left them at home due to the danger. I looked forward to meeting them.

  The back had the club’s emblem, along with the words Kings of Anarchy MC. Unlike Tyrant’s, which also has Nebraska on it, mine reads Property of Tyrant. On the front, where he had his name on his cut, mine had six words. I swallowed when I read them. The first was Mon Doux Bébé, and the following line read Our Royal Highness. Tears of joy stung my eyes. I not only had a man who loved me, but I’d gained a whole family.

  I thrust out my arms. “You’re goddamn right, I accept. And if you try to run, these witnesses will testify that you gave it to me. Try and weasel out and see what happens,” I mock-warned him.

  Tyrant’s crow of joy startled the others as he came closer and slid it on. When it was in place, he used the front sides to yank me against him and steal another mind-altering kiss. As cheers rang out everywhere, I let myself sink into bliss.

  Tyrant:

  I was happier than I had ever been in my life. I watched as my old lady, wearing her property cut, danced. The music was loud, she’d had a few drinks and felt good, and the other women who came to join the party had arrived. It was weird, but in a good way, to see all of those scantily clad women moving around the room and have mine be the only one claimed. Next time, the others would have to bring theirs. I wanted Lakelyn to know she had women who would understand her life and with whom she could talk.

  We’d been taking turns sticking together and socializing with our guests and brothers. She’d gone to dance because Alice begged her to do it. Kendall was here, quiet yet accepting of Lakelyn. As for Bailey, she’d asked to be excused, and I granted it, but I told her she couldn’t stay locked away forever. Either she committed to the club and stayed, or she left, knowing the rules and consequences of talking about us.

  The way Lakelyn was moving her body had me hard, and I was about at the end of my rope. I wanted to fuck my woman, and the earlier hinting that she might be willing to allow it in here was pushing me to find out. Even if she denied me, I’d be thrilled to have her in private. No one had ever satisfied or made me feel as amazing as she did.

  Taking the last drink of my beer, I set the empty bottle down and determinedly made my way to the dance floor. She didn’t see me coming, but the others did. I sidled up behind her and pulled her backside flush against my front. Her ass rubbed right across my aching cock. I pressed it harder into her. What did she do? My little temptress rotated her ass in circles over my cock and put her arm up to grasp me behind the neck with her hand. Then, she began to dirty dance, using her body to tempt me as if I needed that.

  I stood it as long as I could before I twirled her around to face me and crushed her to me as I took her mouth. I ravaged it, and she hungrily kissed me back. I broke it when I was done and at the end of my tether. I was panting.

  “Let’s go. I need you. Now,” I demanded.

  It felt like my cock was about to rip free of my jeans. I needed inside her without delay. I might take her in the dark along the path to the house. Desire was burning in her gaze, just as I knew it was in mine. I showed more emotion with her than anyone had seen. Was it dangerous to show how much she meant to me? Probably, if we were near enemies, but I thought it also served as a warning. Anyone stupid enough to mess with her would feel my wrath and most likely die a horrible death. The same would go for our children.

  “God, I need you too, but I can’t wait. I want you to fuck me right here. Take me on a table, in a chair, hell, on the couch. I don’t care where, just hurry,” she begged. Her hands were clawing at my jeans’ button and zipper.

  I tried to capture them: “Lakelyn, bébé, you have to be sure you want this. I know you’ve had some drinks. I don’t want you to regret it in the morning.”

  “I have had drinks, but I told you even before the first one that I’ve fantasized about this. I’m sure. Show them you’re mine, and I’m yours, so that no one can come between us. I need you to claim me irrevocably.”

  I saw the resolve on her face. She wanted it. And the beast in me loved the thought of taking her where all other males would see and know she was mine and that my cum filled her and marked her as mine. I let a growl slip free, then swung her up in my arms. I strode off the dance floor and over to a table that was empty except for the empty bottles on it. Drax and Knife were running ragged and hadn’t gotten to them yet. It was late, and River had thankfully gone to Cobra’s for the night. He wouldn’t want to see this. Using one arm, I swept everything to the floor. As some bottles shattered, I lay her on her back so her top half was on the tabletop and the lower half hung over the edge.

  I heard whistles, but I ignored them. There wasn’t time this round for foreplay. Based on the way she was trying to undo my pants, she didn’t need it. I unbuttoned her jeans and then lowered the zipper. Grasping the waist, I yanked them and her thong panties down her legs. She had on a cute pair of wedge heels. I paused to tug them off and then removed the pants completely. The shoes I let hit the floor, and her jeans I laid on the table.

  Cheers and exclamations of shock now accompanied the whistles. Sure, I’d fucked women in public, but they hadn’t expected this from her. I quickly lowered my zipper, then my jeans. When I had my stiff cock free, I pulled her ass closer to the edge, put her legs over my shoulders, and then I slid my cock slowly inside of her, even though I wanted to ram it in. I refused to just fuck her like a cumslut.

  Her moan was long and filled with relief. Unable to resist, I spread her cut open and then shoved up her top and bra to expose her tits. Her stiff, pebbled nipples topped them. I lowered my head and sucked a nipple in my mouth as I stroked in and out.

  Lakelyn moaned and then held my head to her. She tugged on my hair, causing me to thrust faster. As I laved her nipples and thrust, she began to beg me, and she didn’t care who heard it.

  “God, yes, that’s it. Tyrant, baby, I need you to do it harder. I want teeth and your huge cock. Fuck me like you mean it. Show them I’m yours,” she panted.

  I answered her by increasing my pace and biting down on her nub. Her cry was loud. I glanced up and found the music was low. We were the center of attention. I noted some of the single guys had a slut plastered to them, and they were feeling the women up as they watched. Others had them sucking their cocks. None were fucking them. They were more into the live show. Those without someone were busy rubbing themselves through their jeans. I wondered if any would pull out their cocks and beat off. It wouldn’t surprise me.