Page 10 of Claimed By the Damned

Zeke smiled a little at her. “That’s not ours to tell.”

“Right.” She wet her bottom lip. “Well, how did you all meet then? Am I at least allowed to know that much?”

“We bought the bar when it went up for sale,” Zeke supplied. “We hired Knox as security when we found him rooting around town, looking for trouble. We figured we might as well give him something to do before he drew attention to us.”

Knox snorted. He remembered that day. Barely. Bits and pieces. He was just passing through the town and had been particularly high and completely wasted when he went looking for a fight. At random, he chose this bar.

He had one goal when he walked in: to spill blood just for the hell of it. It had been days since he’d seen that beautiful shade of red. He had craved it.

Twenty minutes in, Zeke and Drake had to pull him off a guy before Knox killed him, recognized him as one of their own, and gave him a new purpose. Being security for the bar gave him an excuse to hit someone occasionally.

Zeke continued, “We ended up getting along, and, well . . . here we are.”

Amara looked at Knox and smiled. “So you’ve always been trouble. I thought it was just with me.”

“Spread your legs, and I’ll show you just how much trouble I can be,” Knox said, his voice dangerously low and full of promises he intended to keep. He was deflecting again. He knew it, and by her expression, she knew it too.

Amara pressed her lips together but didn’t say anything else on the matter. “So, uh, about that drink?”

“Right,” Zeke said. He lifted a hand and caught the eye of the bartender, Drew, then held up three fingers. It didn’t take Drew long before he had brought over their three beers. He sat them down on the table, eyeing Amara tucked under Knox’s shoulder. Knox pinned him with a glare until he scurried away.

The next guy who looked at her that way was going to have their balls shoved down their throat.

Picking up her beer, Amara took several large gulps before setting it down again. “You know, that whole seat is now open. We don’t all have to cram into one side.”

“If we move, you’ll run,” Knox pointed out. “Not that I wouldn’t mind the chase, but I don’t think you’d like what would happen if I caught you. You’ve made it clear that fucking in public is not on your list of things you want to do.”

She laughed nervously. “Like you’d even listen to me if that’s really what you wanted.”

“Then it’s simple,” Knox said. He leaned closer to her with a taunting grin. “Don’t run.”

“Knox . . .” Zeke warned.

Knox flicked his gaze to Zeke. He hated being ‘handled’ by Zeke, who always took it upon himself to do so. “Are you telling me you wouldn’t fuck her if you had the chance?”

Zeke’s jaw rippled as he ground his teeth together, but he didn’t deny it.

“That’s what I thought.” He slid a hand up her bare thigh. “See how she trembles? She wants it just as much as we do.”

“Stop assuming you know what I want,” she snapped.

He grinned wickedly again, loving her fire. “Then stop getting wetter by the second.”

“Then stop touching me!”

“Not a chance.” He tipped her chin up and nipped at her jaw as he slid his other hand up further, skimming her underwear. “Because I know, sooner or later, I’ll get to taste you, and the thought is driving me to the edge. Do you want to know what happens when I get to the edge, little bunny?”

Amara turned her attention to Zeke as if asking him for help, but Zeke’s eyes were zoned in on Knox’s hand while he clutched his bottle tightly.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Amara hissed. “You want to touch me too, Zeke? May as well! Knox seems to think he has full access!”

Knox ignored her sarcasm. “Go ahead, Zeke. Touch her. You heard her; you have her permission now.”

When Zeke made no move, Knox grabbed his hand from the bottle and guided it to her pussy. Knox shoved her panties to one side, giving them better access, and moaned at how wet she was for them.

Zeke leaned a little bit, and Amara gasped as his finger slipped inside her. Knox’s cock twitched painfully. He fucking loved that sound and wanted to make it happen again. He pressed a finger to her clit, just to see what other kind of sounds she made.

Amara bit down on her bottom lip to muffle her moan, and her eyes darted around the room, probably checking to see if anyone was watching what they were up to. Knox followed her gaze for a moment, and his eyes landed on Drake, who was glaring openly at them. Drake knew exactly what they were doing and could probably smell all three of their arousals from where he sat.

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