Either way I’m on edge from the way she behaves for us. Too good. Too perfect. Like this is how she’s meant to be by design, and not ours.
I tug on the leash a little harder. She stumbles forward to the music of Kash’s laughter, and some of the boys drinking around us. Naturally, in her stockings and mini dress—black, of course to our pale suits and white shirts, she draws a crowd. Or perhaps, we do.
Spinning on my heel, I stalk back toward her, meeting her halfway as she stumbles into me. Our mouths clash together in a collision of teeth and lips and tongue. Helia softens in my arms until I let her go, throwing her backward. Kash catches her easily., but the hurt in her eyes is unmistakable. She doesn'tknow what she’s done wrong, and I can’t explain that it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have put her on display, and now that we’re out, I can’t drag her back to our room and fuck her without completing the night first.
And so she’ll have to wear my ire until we’re done.
I thought that by claiming her like my twin suggested, my obsession would plateau. Instead, it's grown to something monstrous and out of my control. I gripped her leash shorter, pulling her close to my side.
“Don’t look at anyone. For fuck’s sake don’t talk to anyone. Only do what we tell you.”What I tell you.. But I couldn't ask her that with Kash present, and so I didn't.
“What you say,” she repeated softly.
“Perfect,” I grated out as we reached the Kingman frat house at one end of campus. I didn’t bother with the front door where everyone congregated, catching friends and enemies alike. Tonight I used the backdoor, sliding in behind the garden. Kash locked up behind us, pocketing the spare key so no one could follow our path.
“Good girl,” he praised Helia as she slipped between dancers without touching anyone, his voice just loud enough to reach me. “Now follow Key, and when he reaches beau, you do exactly what he says. Do you understand?"
She didn’t answer. I twisted back and found her pressed to him, their mouths moving slow and sensuously together. But that wasn't on the cards for tonight. I tugged her leash sharply. She disengaged from my twin with a gasp, trotting to me, her hands pressed to her sides. An apology flared in her eyes, but she didn’t mouth it.
Good, because I probably would have spat between those pretty lips before I made her swallow it right here. The urge to shove her to use knees and used her in someone else’s house is strong, but not as strong as the need to go home and take mydesire out on her until she screamed into my hand for me. Hell, I would have loved to muffle her prettiest sounds with my fingers crammed into her mouth.
We made it to the living areas where the dancers thinned out. I searched for Bennet, but the head frat boy was conspicuous in his absence. Usually he floated about his own parties, but apparently he was off doing other things tonight. His girlfriend, Silvie, was also not in attendance, and I didn’t have to stretch my imagination too far to work out what they were doing for the evening together.
Beau Bennett had plenty of kinks to choose from. In his local community his girlfriend was known by that three letter word that wasn’t an acronym, for anything: Toy.
“He’s not home.” Crush, the captain of the Rippton Allstars ice hockey team, rose from one of the chairs. His girlfriend, Waverly, slid into the space and tugged a pillow in front of her like it might save her from us.
“Do you need help?”She mouthed to Helia.
Cute. I smirked and turned my attention back to Crush. “That’s great. Tell him to call me when he’s back.”
“I’m not his fucking PA. You can run your own comms.”
I let him take one step away. “You still owe me a deal, Napolean.” The extra sports names shit me. They always had.
Crush rolled his shoulders, his shirt stretching hard across the muscle layered beneath. “I remember that scorecard being even. But if you recall otherwise then I’ll pay up,” he replied evenly, holding my gaze.
Damn, the kid had balls. No wonder he made captain early. It’d be a sorry sight to see him go at the end of the year. As much as I disliked the Kingman frat house in general, we’d lose a solid run of boys at the end of this year.
“I’ll see what I can come up with.” I wouldn’t call him out on it unless I needed him. But it was fun to see him squirm. I didhave my asshole factor on tonight, more than usual. I tugged on Helia’s collar with her leash. “Time to go.”
“We just got here.” Surprise blew her eyes wide, though Kash looked as ready to leave as I did.
I wound her in, heedless of our audience until she stood within an inch of me, and leaned down. “We’re leaving, wraith. Tonight is done. Is that understood?"
Dark eyes blazed at me, and for the first time, I knew I had a fight on my hands but fuck it, that could wait until we were back at our place, or hers, and then we could deal that shit out in bed together.
“Let us take you home, Little Alice,” Kash came in with a different approach. She softened, though her gaze still fixed in mine, blazing and hard. “Let us lead you home and strip you down. Fight us in bed. Fight us when we fuck you., Maybe we could let you run and we could chase you?”
Her lips parted on a soft breath and my blood surged. Fuck, yes I wanted to hunt her down. Let her run and hide in the woods behind the clocktower and find her in the dark.
I nodded. “Helia?”
“Alright,” she whispered, as though the entire room wasn't hanging on her reply, as well as we were. “I’ll come with you.”
I nodded curtly, unable to do much more, and strode out the front of the Kingman house less than five minutes after we walked in the back door of the ostentatious building. Kash walked beside me, Helia trotting to catch up. More than once her breath hitched, and I knew that the heels she wore offered torture more than help. Finally, I paused once we were well away from the frat house, but a fair distance from most other places, including the clock tower or the exit to campus that led to the street.
Then I turned on her. “Take the shoes off.” I held out my hand for her small bag that I’d let her have for the evening.
