Page 50 of The Originals

Her body began to shake, and he heard the gasping intake of breath. She was crying but refused to let go of him. Mick rubbed her back, pressing his lips to her head, whispering. “It’s all good now. You’re safe.”

“I just needed you to be safe too.”

Mick gave her a few more seconds before he attempted to take Meg to his room. But she refused to let go of him. He bent down slightly, grabbed her thighs, and wrapped them around his hips. He’d carry her if she needed it. He started toward the doorway near the stairs and glanced over to the bar. Colleen was standing with a bottle in her hand, staring. Not at him. At Meg. There was a sadness in her gaze but a soft smile on her lips.

Mick cleared his throat. Colleen immediately jerked her gaze and widened her eyes. She may have thought she would getscolded for staring. It was the opposite of what Mick was feeling for the club whore.All gratitude, Colleen.

“Thanks,” he said.

She nodded with a smile. She ducked her head and turned her back.

Mick walked up the stairs with Meg clutching onto him. He brought her into his room, shut the door, and waited. He’d let her hold on for as long as she needed.

Eventually, her grip loosened, and he set her on the bed, taking a seat beside her. He cupped her jaw, forcing her to look at him. Her nose and cheeks were bright red, her eyes damp and glassy. How could this woman have gone through this night and still be the most beautiful thing he’d ever set his eyes on?

“You okay?”

She bit her lip and scooted closer to him, resting her hands on his thighs.

“Are you?”

He slid his thumb over her cheek, brushing away her tear. “Yeah.”

There was a long stretch of silence.

“So, what happened? I mean, after…”

Mick tightened his hold and shook his head. “It’s over. They’re not a threat to you, me, or the club anymore. That’s all you need to know.”

She inched closer. “But…”

“No.”

She clamped her lips. He’d give Meg everything she needed and wanted but not the club.

“What now?” She asked.

“That all depends on you.”

She knitted her brows.

“You want to go home, I’ll take you. You want to stay, you stay. You get whatever you want.”

“I want you.”

It was exactly what he wanted to hear. But…

“I can’t say it’s always gonna be good. But I can promise you’ll always be safe with me. They have to go through me and this whole fucking club to get to you.” Mick leaned closer. “I love you.”

Her eyes welled, and she pressed her lips to his, whispering, “I love you too.”

Mick cupped her jaw. “Your face is the first thing I want to see when I wake up, and the last thing before I close my eyes every night. I want forever, Meg.”

And they would have it…’til death do them part.

Chapter Thirteen

Grain and Regina