I glanced back at her, suddenly ashamed by how obsessed I’d become with her, I was willing to carve out my cousin’s eyes for looking at her. “Her friend.” I pointed out Cian with a subtle lift of a finger. She sat at a table chatting up a storm with some bloke who looked like he was ready to devour the poor girl. As Rhett moved to walk away, I stopped him. “Distraction doesn’t mean your cock in her mouth,” I warned.
“Thought hadn’t crossed my mind but now that you mentioned it, I do believe the spin cycle comes after the wash.” He winked. “I’ll make sure she’s still standing.” Regretting my decision to use him, I shook my head when he took two steps forward and abruptly stopped. His face carved in a deep grimace, he looked at me. “I thought you said you hadn’t fucked the girl yet?”
“I didn’t.” I lied.
“Care to explain why she’s wearing your collar?” he jerked his head in her direction, his tone accusatory.
My gaze jumped to Levana, who was now facing us yet still oblivious to my presence. And sure enough, my collar sat shackled around her neck—the diamond-studded white, a beautiful contrast against her naturally tan skin. Shock levitated my arousal a notch higher. I felt it singe every inch of my skin—an insatiable burn I needed doused.
Fuck, this girl would be the death of me by cock fucking migraine.
“Seb?” Rhett barked to get my attention.
“She’s the girl from the ritual, Rhett.” I let out a frustrated sigh, knowing what was coming.
He stepped into my space. “Are you kidding me. The brotherhood is a secret society. That ritual is supposed to be a clandestine—”
“Don’t lecture me, cousin, I know the fucking rules. Now isn’t the time for you to go all saintly on me,” I ground out. “I will deal with the brotherhood in my own time. If you’d rather not help me then leave but that fucking girl is mine. No fucking rule about fraternizing outside the ritual is going to stop me from having her.” I was breathing hard by the time I finished ranting.
“Jesus, Seb, what the fucks gotten into you. You’re the most level-headed, staunch society member. You’d never endanger us—”
“You think I don’t know that,” I hissed. “That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out all this time. What the fucks gotten into me.” Raking both my hands through my hair, I turned away and took a breather. Then faced my cousin once more. “Look, we can stand here all night arguing until we’re blue in the face, but I will not let some arsehole have his way with her. She’s mine.”
Rhett’s brow wrinkled. “Fine. I’ll help but you better put an end to this shit, tonight.”
“Oh, trust me, I fucking intend to,” I muttered, my eyes shifting back to Levana just as she leaned closer to whisper something in the arsehole’s ear. He shook his head, his hands falling to her hips. I took a step forward just as her eyes lifted, and I knew the precise moment she recognized me. Those red lips parted in a round-mouthed gasp. Her almond shape eyes widened slightly. Her red tipped fingers clasped her throat displaying her shock. Lifting a brow, I waited to see what she’d do.
As if the DJ had a sick sense of humour, the music changed into a slow sultry beat. Almost like she possessed a direct channel to my frustration, Levana began rocking her body in a seductive dance to Phil Collins‘In the air tonight.’Her eyes on me, her hips a sensual dip and flow, she splayed her fingers and slid both hands up her body. First snaking over her stomach, then up to hug her breasts, her thumbs rolling over her now hard nipples, I could see peak against her shirt, before sliding up to cup her nape. Obviously thinking the dance was for him, the fucker behind her grabbed her hips, pulling her to him.
Teeth clenched, it took me a few quick strides to reach them. Yanking the guy by his jacket, I shoved him away. He opened his mouth to say something, my hardened glared shut him up. “Touch her again and I’ll rip off your fucking dick and thrust it down your throat for dessert,” I growled.
Hands up, palms out, he backed away. “Sorry, man, I didn’t know she was taken.”
“Now you know.” I turned to Levana then and her smile wide, she arched a brow.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
Wordlessly, I pulled her back to my chest, my hands on her hips, our bodies swayed as the music morphed into Craig David’s‘Seven Days.’The perfect synonym for what I wanted with this girl.
Rolling her arse against my crotch, she tilted her head, her smile impish. “You didn’t answer my question, Saint.”
“I’m going to paint my fucking cock with your virgin blood tonight, Snow,” I whispered in her ear.
This time, she leaned her body to the side to look up at me, her face registering her shock. “Says who?”
“Says the fucking collar you’re wearing.” I spread one hand on her stomach, pressing her back into me and the other I gripped her thigh. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.” I ground my painfully hard cock into her arse.
Her hands dropped to her sides, her nails sinking into my jeans. “Dangerous, how?”
“Taunting me. Testing me. Fucking with my head.” I slid my hand on her thigh up under her skirt until I reached the edge of her panty and dipped my hand inside. “Is this for me or the guy you just danced with,” I grunted in her ear, my fingers stroking a soaked slit.
“You give yourself too much credit, Mr Sinclair.” She tossed back, her tone pure sass. “You wouldn’t know what to do with meifyou had me.” Her emphasis on the one word had me stiffening. I pulled out of her panties and turned her around to face me.
“Did you fuck him, Levana?” I hissed, not caring that we were drawing curious looks.
She touched my chest. “None of your business.” She walked off before I could stop her, my chest exhaling at a rapid rate to keep my anger in check.
Giving into the dark lust rising in me, I followed her just as she slipped into the bathroom. The closing door didn’t stop me, neither did the two gaping girls when I walked inside. They left when I whirled Levana around to face me. “Answer the fucking question.” She merely smirked.
