Page 50 of North’s Claim

“How’s the hood treating you?” I ask, voice flat.

Her smile is slow. “Better now.” She taps my cut with a finger, lingering near my patch. “Feels… safer with you around.”

I keep my gaze steady on hers. “You need anything, you speak up. That clear?”

“Mm.” She tilts her head, nails tracing down my sternum like she’s sketching something there. “Not sure there’s anything I need that isn’t already right here.”

I glance toward the far end of the bar, and there she is. Her smile dies the second she clocks Beatrice on my lap. Her steps don’t speed up, but her eyes are fucking fire. My firefly’s fuse is burning, and I don’t move Bea. I want to see how far Nyxa’s gonna let this go before she makes her claim loud enough for the whole damn place to hear.

She stalks over, cool and deadly, her voice slicing through the air. “Move your ass off his lap, Bea.” There’s no room for negotiation in her tone. Heads spin toward us.

Beatrice practically levitates off me, scrambling away like she just realized she sat on a fucking landmine.

Nyxa steps in, eyes still locked on Beatrice’s back. She hops up on the counter next to me with zero grace and zero shame, then spreads her legs wide, planting her boots on the edge of my seat so I’ve got no choice but to settle between them.

She uses her thighs like armrests, completely owning the space.

Her chin tips down just enough to meet my eyes.

I’m fucking gone.

“Jealous?” I ask, loving the way she’s trying to act like she’s not fuming.

“Please.” She scoffs. “I’m just protecting what’s mine.”

The words hang in the air. She blinks, like they snuck past her lips before she could reel them back. I cup the back of her head, and crush my mouth to hers. It’s not gentle. It’s a claim.

Her lips part, hungry and wild, and the second her tongue tangles with mine, I feel it. The shift. The heat. Her thighs clamp tighter around me, and I swear her whole body buzzes against mine.

I pull back just enough to look her in the eye. “Your pussy throbbing for me, Firefly?” I whisper. “Greedy for my cock already?”

Her pupils dilate, her breath catches, and her body arches toward me without even thinking.

She doesn’t answer. So I press, smirking. “Say it.”

“Yes.” Her voice is barely a whisper, but it punches straight to my gut.

Fuck yes. That’s all I need.

I make her sit on my lap and get up, lifting her like she weighs nothing. She squeals, wrapping her arms around my neck, laughing, but I don’t stop.

“Where the hell are you taking me?” she laughs, breathless.

“Need to taste what’s mine.” I grunt.

The whistles in the bar makes me grin like a fool.

“North!” She'se hides her face in my neck.

I squeeze her ass. “Try and stop me, Firefly.”

I kick the office door shut with my boot and set her on the desk, papers scattering to the floor.

She’s still laughing, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling like she’s been running. But when I step between her thighs and grip her hips, the laughter dies. Her lips part, her gaze drops to my mouth, and that’s it. I drag my tongue along the seam of her lips before claiming her again, deeper this time. Her fingers fist in my cut, nails digging through the leather. I break away just long enough to yank her jeans down and off, leaving her in nothing but those tiny black panties she adores.

“You do this to me,” I growl, dragging my fingers along her inner thigh, watching her shiver. “Walk around all night like you don’t know you own me.”

Her breath hitches when I slip my hand under the lace, feeling just how wet she is.