Page 63 of The Prey

My dick takes interest in that idea, and I cross my legs to hide the raging hard-on growing there, letting my ankle rest on my knee. I notice the curious looks of a couple of girls who shift closer to me, one tripping over her own feet and landing directly in my lap, her ass pressing against my erection.

I could fuck them. It wouldn't mean anything except maybe a reprieve from my lingering thoughts of Ely.

“Your cock is so big.” The nameless girl whimpers and writhes against me, her hips rolling, her eyes shimmering in the overhead lights. She's cute. I've seen her at a party once or twice.

Her friend, who has jet-black hair and bright blue eyes, stares down at me. “Sebastian. We've missed you,” she drawls, sitting on the arm of the chair while her friend still dances.

I try to play my part, to smile even, but it comes out as more of a scowl. It's fine; girls around here are used to me being a moody asshole. “You missed me, huh?”

She nods, beaming under my attention. I hand her the bottle of cheap bourbon and watch as she takes a long sip, then hands it off to her other friend. The girl in my lap stops dry humping me long enough to take a drink and passes it back to me. I tuck the bottle back into my hip for safekeeping.

“Do you want to hang out with us tonight?” the girl on the arm of the chair asks.

Hang out? I don’t know why she doesn’t just ask if I want to fuck them.

I look over the shoulder of the girl who’s planted in my lap, her ass rubbing against my cock. The strangest thing happens then. A ringing fills my ears, and the tiny hairs on my neck raise with awareness. I feel her presence before I see her. Elyse. A sick and twisted longing rips through me. It only intensifies when I see her there, standing in the doorway with Bel and Drew beside her.

Her brown hair lies in soft waves around her shoulders, and even from a distance, I see that she put on some makeup. That’s different. Something that feels a lot like jealousy burns in my veins. I hope she isn’t trying to impress someone because no one with a brain cell in their head is going to leave this party with her in their possession while I’m here. An irrational need to go to her pops into my head. I shake it, the movement subtle but fierce. No. She means nothing. The less interest I show in her, the easier this will all be.

Even with that thought, though, I can’t look away. I drag my gaze over her from head to toes, noticing that she's wearing a zip-up hoodie over her jean skirt and ankle boots. Fuck, she looks good, even covered more than most of the girls at this party.

An image of her tiny little body writhing beneath me appears in my mind. Her skin between my teeth. Her pretty lips releasing sweet, intoxicating sounds.

The fucking ways I would ruin her.

I shift uncomfortably in the chair, and the girl beside me laughs. Suddenly, even the idea of being with either of them pisses me off.

Ely’s blue eyes find me. I can feel the weight of them on my skin, but her expression is different, unreadable, and I swear it looks like she’s looking through me, rather than at me.

The moment ends, the elastic band tethering us together snapping, and I clench my fist, needing something to ground me. Without an apparent second thought, she turns and follows Bel into the kitchen, both of them disappearing from my line of sight for a second because of the crowd.

I stand, pretending to stretch, and the girl on my lap tumbles forward.

“Hey, what the…” She pauses when I resettle into the seat, with a better view now, and tug her back onto my lap.

I'm not going to fuck either of them, but I can use them as a buffer between Elyse and myself.

The nameless girl wiggles in my lap, grinding her ass against my still-hard cock. If only she knew my cock was hard for someone else entirely. I wonder if she would still be working this hard?

The other girl leans in and drapes her arm over my shoulders. “We could go,” she whispers into my ear.

I shake my head. “Sorry, I have to stay. Mill business.”

She gives me what I assume she thinks is her best puppy dog eyes, and when that doesn’t work, she lets out a resounding sigh and turns to scan the crowd. After a moment, she looks back at me, realizing I’m not going to change my mind.

“Let’s go,” she orders her friend, grabbing her by the hand.

“What? I thought…” The girl in my lap stares between us, confusion filling her eyes.

“He doesn’t want to fuck us. Let’s go,” she announces like she’s ashamed and then drags her friend back out onto the dance floor.

Well, there goes my buffer. Whatever, I guess. I look away from the dance floor and back to where Elyse is standing. Bel is there with Drew wrapped behind her back as usual.

I notice there are a few other girls standing around, but none of them draws my attention like Elyse. I watch as she strips off her hoodie and ties it around her waist.

Drew says something and then passes her a cup, which Ely takes without question. I unclench my fist, not realizing how tightly I was holding it. Relax. She’s not your problem. I mean outside of her obligation to pay her father’s debt. Still, it’s a relief that she isn’t taking a drink from some random guy. I can trust Drew.

He doesn't want her, wouldn’t even consider giving up Bel for her, not with how obsessed he is, but it’s not him that’s the issue. It’s the other fuckers in attendance. Interest reflects in their heavy stares, the way they look her up and down like she’s a big, juicy steak they can’t wait to get a taste of.

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