“Table voted,” Rav says, bringing my attention back to him.

I had no idea they’d even convened. I sure as fuck wasn’t invited to that church. I open my mouth, intending to lose my fucking shit, but Rav speaks first.

“Before you start yelling, Lucy’s in. You want her as your old lady, she’s yours.”

He shows me the leather vest that claims her as mine. The words ‘Property of Nox’ are sewn into the back.

Heat spreads through my chest and I feel warmth settling in my belly. The table voted. She’s in. Now, I can give her my property patch, the protection of the club and bring her into the fold fully. She’ll be an old lady, not just my girlfriend, and that means the fucking world to me.

I grin and pat Rav’s back.

“About time.”

“Long past time. We should have voted the minute she got back.” He peers over his shoulder in the direction of the ladies. “For what it’s worth, she’ll make a good old lady.”

She will. Lucy is loyal. She’d proved that when she’d lied to Blackwood to save my life. She’d done everything she could to protect the club—like a true old lady.

I push off my stool and swagger over to Lucy. Her eyes lock on mine, watching me as I walk towards her, even as she continues her conversation with the girls.

As soon as I get close, I hold out a hand to her, which she takes without question.

I take her into the middle of the room, feeling everyone’s eyes on us.

Rav meets us and watches as her eyes flick from his to mine.

A gasp falls from her lips as he hands me the leather vest that matches the one Sasha has. I place it around her shoulders, a grin pulling at my lips and a cacophony of cheers sounds around the room.

“Welcome to the fucked-up family,” Rav says, giving her one of his rare smiles.

The girls rush over to Lucy, surrounding her and squealing as they welcome her to the family. I watch her before my brothers move in to slap my good shoulder.

Seeing my name on her back, the club welcoming her, does something to me I can’t explain. It’s a feeling like no other.

I pull her out of the common room and into one of the rec rooms across the hallway. As soon as the door is shut behind us, I attack her mouth, claiming her, my fingers tangling in her hair. I press her against the door, rubbing against her in a way that has her moaning.

My hand moves between her legs, rubbing her through her jeans. I love the way she squirms under my touch, I love the way she responds to me. I find the waistband of her jeans and slip my hand between the material, skimming down her warm belly, which quivers as I find my way into her underwear, even as our mouths continue to fight each other for dominance.

Pushing the material aside, I push my finger inside her and love the gasp she makes. It makes my cock twitch.

“You’re fucking wet for me, baby.”

“Yes…” She gasps.

I want to be inside her, now, but I want this to be good for her too.

I thrust a second finger inside her, relishing how her pussy tries to clamp around it.

“Nox… please!”

I love hearing her beg me, I love seeing her coming undone in front of my eyes. I just love her. She’s turned my life upside down, but when the dust settled, she was the one who grounded me, who made my world feel calm. I need her like I need my next breath. That’s never going to change.

I thrust my fingers inside her tight hole, until she’s writhing against the wall and when she comes, I feel the pulsating of her pussy against my fingers. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks no doubt. I relish the bite of pain.

I undo her jeans and push them down to her legs. I do the same with mine before I tug her underwear down as well. Her fingers skim over my boxer-covered cock and I twitch under her touch. I need her. She’s mine and she’ll always be mine.

I kiss her mouth before I enter her, pulling her leg up so I can deepen my thrust. Our jeans make it awkward, but I manage to get a good angle and push into her hard. Her eyes are molten lava as she lets out little pants that are getting louder with each thrust.

I can feel myself getting closer and I push her over the edge before I go over it myself, spilling my seed inside her pussy.

I kiss her mouth, her cheek, the side of her eyes, skim my lips over the purpling scar where she was nearly shot in the head. It feels amazing. She feels amazing.

It might have taken a war for us to get here, but I couldn’t be happier.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. Always and forever.”

I smile. “Always and forever.”