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“True, Pretty Girl,” he concedes as the bartender places our drinks on the bar. “Thank you,” he makes a point of saying, one brow raised whilst staring right at me.Knob.
Ash and Jax make their way over to us and order drinks too. A beer for Jax and scotch for Ash, who’s frowning.
Señoritaby Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello comes over the speakers, and I grab Loki’s arm.
“I love this song! Dance with me.” I smile up at him, putting down my drink, although I guess I really should be dancing with Ash given that it’s his party.You’re a coward, Lilly Darling.
Giving Loki just enough time to set his own drink down, I pull him into the space that has been created for a dance floor, I turn my back and start to grind my ass into him, hands above my head. His palms slide up my arms, placing them behind his neck, then move down my sides to settle at my hips, pulling me even closer so that I can feel his hardness poking into my arse. Without the heels, it'd be in my lower back, all the guys are taller than me by several inches.
“You trying to make me come in my pants, Pretty Girl?” he asks huskily, his warm breath caressing my ear.
I can smell the bourbon on it, that sweet, sticky scent. Fuck me, I love that smell on him. I twist in his arms, needing to taste it on his tongue, and bringing his lips to mine, I kiss him fiercely. We're still moving, grinding against each other, lips locked and tongues tangled, when I feel a heady warmth at my back and large hands grip my waist from behind. I look and see that Jax has joined us, grinding into me, his hands caressing up and down my torso.
Fucking hell.
One of my arms goes back over his neck, the other still around Loki as I live my best fucking life, dancing between these two beautiful, hot men. I look over to the bar to see Ash, standing stiffly, his eyes like molten metal as he watches us. He's clenching his glass so tightly, I'm surprised it doesn't crack, and his firm, sharp jaw is full of tension. His other hand goes down to adjust himself, and my eyes widen as I realise he's fucking hard. A moan escapes me as thoughts of a similar, yet different, scenario flit across my mind, one with less strangers, and fewer clothes. Loki leans in further, lips brushing my ear again.
“Would you like him to watch while we fuck you, Pretty Girl?” he teases, causing that inferno to come roaring back over me. “Grasping his cock like a schoolboy while Jax and I are inside you, making you scream?”
Jesus Christ on a cross. I'm not sure how much more I can take of this before I burst into flames. Or melt into a puddle on the floor. I hear a throaty chuckle at my back, vibrating through my body.
“I'm game,” Jax rumbles next to my other ear, his hand sliding up to encase my throat. I take a sharp inhale of breath, my already damp knickers getting wetter at the contact, I just hope they don't soak through the denim.How the fuck is a girl meant to function under this pressure?!
If anything, Ash's scowl gets deeper at the move, and he sets his glass down, as if he, too, thinks it might break with the force of his grip. The song fades intoSavagesby Kerli, and as it plays, the words are clearly the straw that breaks Ash.
He storms over, grabbing one of my wrists, pulling me into him sharply. A surprised gasp escapes me, and I’m not sure if I’m in pain or even more turned on. Jax snarls, but Loki just chuckles, clearly finding this situation amusing.
I'm surrounded by a spicy ginger scent, and it dawns on me that it's Ash's shampoo I've been using this whole time.I wonder why he hasn't said anything?
“If you're quite finishedfuckingher in the middle of my living room,” Ash hisses, practically spitting. “You need to go and mingle. Remember we need to remind these fuckers who's in charge. And I need a word,Princess.Alone.” With that, he's dragging me away, causing me to stumble in my heels as I try to keep up.
“Hey, fucktard!” I exclaim as he yanks me towards the floating wood stairs.
At the base, they are being guarded by two beefy guys in black who completely ignore the fact that I’m clearly being dragged up here against my will.Nice to see money can buy anything!
We reach the very top, bypassing a floor, which opens out onto another open plan space that seems to span the whole footprint of the house. This one has a bed and desk in it, plus two doors to one side. Opposite the stairs is a wall made entirely from glass, and I can see the moon bright in the sky, illuminating the forest surrounding us. None of the lights are on, so the room is filled with the blue light of the moon and nothing else. I can still hear the party going on downstairs, although it's faint.
“What the fuck was that for, you prick?” I ask as he lets me go, rubbing my wrist where he gripped it.
He's facing away from me, breathing hard, although I don't think it's from the climb. He’s as ripped as the others, bar Jax who is just ridiculous. I know that he works out and trains several times a week. Suddenly, he whirls around, the moon at his back casting his face in shadows.
“On your knees, Princess,” he orders, hands clenching at his sides.
“W–what?” I ask, my forehead creased, confused as all hell. This was not what I was expecting from him at all.
“I said. On. Your. Knees,” he grits out. “Don't make me tell you again.”
My core throbs at his demand, but my mind balks for a second. He was such a dick to me when I first came to Highgate, and is being an absolute cunt right now with his alpha commands. But there’s something about him...I can’t deny that he brings out the bratty submissive in me.
“Or what?” I question. He takes a menacing step towards me, and curious to see where this is going, I slowly sink to my knees, excitement flooding my system and making my centre pulse again.
“Good girl,” he praises, stalking over to me whilst undoing his belt. The clink it makes as he opens the buckle winds me up tighter with sweet anticipation for what will happen next.
“I will not let you, or anyone else for that matter, come between me and my brothers,” he begins in that disdainful voice of his.
I go to say something, but he puts his finger to my lips, shushing me. “I didn't say you could speak,” he growls. “So, the question is, Princess, can you handle all of us?”
He asks this rhetorically, like he's asking himself and not me at all. I remain silent, the control he exerts over me is absolute. The anticipation is getting me so excited, I think I may explode.
