Come Home

Chapter 54

Owen instantly wove his fingers into her hair and internally grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Nathan cupped her ass and lifted her, making her lock her legs around Owen's waist.

"As much as I would love to stand here and watch, I need to check her wounds," Sean chuckled as he pressed his hand on Owen's lower back to lead him out of the club.

"She's been drinking also," Jackson said as he grabbed her phone from her back pocket to prevent it from falling and breaking.

"Quit talking like I'm not here," she growled as she pulled herself away from Owen's lips. She gasped as she inhaled some much needed air, "I'm not drunk, three beers barely does anything, I'm not even fucking tipsy."

"Watch it, Little Girl," Jackson growled right back.

"Or what?" She threw back at him. "You aren't going to do shit without my consent."

"But I already have your consent," he grinned darkly. "You just stated in front of everyone in this club that we are yours which means you gave us your consent already. Now Alice, give me your keys and Owen, get her ass in that truck and take our queen back to the ranch. I need to hear more about this ring and collar and paperwork that has already been filed."

"Me too," Multiple men smirked.

Owen gripped her chin and turned her face until she was looking back into his gray eyes.

"My wife," he murmured before kissing her again.

"Mine," She growled as she dug her nails into his scalp, earning a warning growl from him seconds before he deepened the kiss.

"I got the door," Nathan smirked as he opened the passenger door.

"Now as much as I don't want to do this Darling, you need to let go and allow me to buckle you up nice and safe," Owen chuckled as he sat in the backseat.

"I can drive," she pouted as she let go and crossed her arms over her chest.

"We're not taking any chances with you now, Cupcake," Luke grinned like a cat that ate a canary as he got in the front passenger seat.

"Now tell me about this paperwork," Owen murmured as he trailed his finger along her jawline.

"I just said that to piss her off," she murmured back.

"Well, I'd say it worked," he smirked as he kissed her neck. "Our territorial wife."

"Shut up," she glared at Luke's chuckles.

"It's cute," Luke shrugged, "I love it. Seeing you fight that bitch and claim us in front of everyone was a huge turn on, Cupcake."

"Whatever," she mumbled as she felt Nathan's hand slowly trail up her thigh while Owen placed kisses on her neck in between his bites. She felt everything melt away as her mind and body only focused on their teasing touches.

"Alright you two, quit with the teasing," Sean smirked as he pulled up to the ranch. "I need to make sure our queen is okay. Everyone out."

"I'm fine, Sean," she rolled her eyes as Nathan opened the door.

"Stop," Owen said as he grabbed her wrist as she tried to slide out of the vehicle. He slid his hand under her legs and scooped her up bridal style, making her gasp in surprise, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Bout damn time we got to do this," Victor smirked as he held the front door open so Owen could carry her through.

"Not now," North grumbled, "this isn't right."

"No, but it will be soon," Silas said as he gripped shoulder.

"Alright, Pookie, let me see your damage," Sean smirked as he opened the first aid kit while Owen sat her on the kitchen counter.

"I'm fine, Sean," she rolled her eyes.

"You're bleeding, Pookie," he said as he wiped the dry blood off her hairline.

"And?" she scoffed, "a little blood never hurt anyone. If I couldn't handle blood then I wasn't meant to run this ranch. It's just a little fight, I'll be sore and a little bruised tomorrow but I'm fine."

"You could get an infection," Sean said sternly. "Now be still."

She huffed in annoyance but stayed still as Sean took care of her split lip and bruised knuckles. Once he was done he shut the first aid kit and placed a soft kiss to the bandage to her cut on her hairline.

He stepped back to put the first aid kit away and Raven stormed over to her. Roughly fisting her hair, he tilted her head back and kissed her hard and passionately. She gripped his wrist and bit his bottom lip, making him groan then chuckle. "Feisty kitten," his voice dropped even lower than normal when he pulled away. "Sexy fighting."