Page 44 of His To Claim

“Yeah, you look hella sexy, Silver,” Kai says, turning to me and I raise a brow at him. I think he understands what I’m getting at when he turns back to her. “You all look sexy as fuck.”

“Nice save, man,” Jax says, extending his cup out to us. “So, we're getting trashed tonight or what?” he asks, a childlike grin sweeping over his face.

“Babe, you’re always trashed,” Ruby scoffs as she turns away and gulps down her drink. Jax usually gets sloppy drunk and something tells me Ruby doesn’t enjoy it.

“That’s not true, I can stay sober. I am sober when I sleep,” he jokes, and she rolls her eyes at his stupid response.

“Well, I need another,” she says, walking back toward the bar.

“And that’s the last we’ll be seeing of them tonight,” I say laughing and everyone joins in knowing I’m totally right. Jax and Ruby are that couple who makes themselves at home at every party we go to. They’re the first to take hold of whatever available bedroom there is and make it their own little slice of paradise.

We hung out by one of the pool tables in the back for a while, for once managing not to attract any unwanted attention to ourselves. Sure, we get some heinous glances thrown our way from time to time but no one bothers us. They’ve all kept their distance and comments to themselves. It almost feels like the days when we were back at the Grayson’s, hanging in the living room or out back, or even at Dixie’s Arcade where we would spend most weekends.

“Wanna take a walk, Scar?” Drake asks, turning to me and nodding toward the beach.

“Sure thing, Dragon.”

Hand in hand, we head out of the house and down the stone paved trail on the edge of sand leading across the beach. The space is crowded with hot, sweaty bodies drinking, dancing, grinding and nearly fucking all along the water’s edge. The rain has come down slightly, but it doesn’t seem to deter their high spirits.

Deciding to stay away from the crowds and walk toward the left of the property near the small wooden deck, the one I thought Ace and the guys were going to throw me off of that first night, we take a seat and let our feet dangle above the water.

The sky is almost black, gloomy clouds threatening to burst down on us, yet it’s comforting. Only the bright full moon illuminates the sky and reflects off the dark water in front of us. I turn to Drake who watches me, desire clear in his gaze as it rakes over my body and the outfit I’m wearing.

I’m proud of the body my mother blessed me with and how I’ve maintained it, if not improve it constantly by keeping active in more than one way. I’m not ashamed of wearing revealing clothing from time to time if the occasion arises, and definitely don’t believe I’m a “slut” or that “I’m asking for it,” as they try to make all young girls believe. It’s just the old, entitled patriarchy not content with themselves and how they perceive a woman’s role in their society who refuse to accept that we women have our own minds and want to express ourselves and normalize our sexualitywithout being constantly harassed for it. How bewildering is the belief that our bodies are our own to do with as we please? Feminism is a tricky thing, or so they say.

“Are you going to say or do anything, Dragon, or are you just going to stare at me all night?” I ask, not turning toward him. I hear him chuckle slightly before he reaches over to me and pulls me close to his body. I turn my head slightly and he uses the opportunity to claim my mouth in a delicate yet captivating kiss. Our lips intertwine, softly dancing together like two partners who’ve been swaying to the same tune their whole lives. I turn my body to him moving further into his and wrap my arms around his neck deepening the kiss.

“Scar,” he says, pulling away slightly.

“No talking, Dragon, you’re killing the mood.”

“If we keep going, I won’t be able to stop myself. And as much as I want it, want you, I’m not up for putting on a show for the entire school to watch.”

“Ugh, fine.” I say, pulling away and crossing my arms in front of my chest. “Way to leave a girl high and dry. Let’s head back. I’m afraid Jade’s gotten Stella wasted again.” I walk off pouting and hear him behind me, laughing at my dramatics as he follows.

Fourteen

ACE

And there she was once again, walking in as if she owned the fucking place, and with the asshole dragon boy on her arm.

The two of them, both with dark hair and mystifying auras, looking like a pair made for one another. Her long black hair slick straight and falling down her back, a deep, blood red color painted on her thick, pouty lips, her blue eyes almost clear behind her dark shadow. And that outfit.

That fucking outfit. Fuck me. She leaves nothing to the imagination in that getup. The mesh dress does nothing to cover her perfect figure underneath. The tops of her small, but perky breasts toppling out of her red silk bra and her matching underwear practically outlines the shape of that plump pussy making my cock hard as fuck.

God and that sly smile she gives him as he wraps his arms around her bringing her closer, I could strangle him here and now.

Instead, I act as if I don’t care. I even let Carrington paw at mewhen what I really want is to throw her the fuck out. I didn’t even react when she ripped my boy Bass a new one. I watched as he stood back confused at her response to him. People around here usually cower when we come by. No one dares to challenge us, to question us except Red and her little posse of modern-day vixens. They question our motives, challenge our every move. They’re dangerous, but the thing about danger, it’s highly addictive.

She heads inside with her group and I try everything in my power to not follow them in and take her from his arms. I shouldn’t be so invested in her. She’s here for a reason and I can’t let my dick cloud my judgment. I need to find out why. There’s a missing puzzle piece where she’s concerned and the controlling bastard that I am, I need to find out what that missing piece is.

You have one job, and only one. Get close to her, make her trust you. She needs to be vulnerable, isolated from her pack, so she is more susceptible to following orders. Do this, no questions asked. It’s an order.

My uncle’s words replay in my mind over and over on a loop. I need to get close to her, to make her trust me. But that’s nearly impossible with that damn dragon on her arm. I need her isolated from him and I know just the way.

“Are you even listening to me?” Carrington squeals beside me. I had forgotten she was still here, attached to me, purring, and pawing at me like a feral animal.

“What do you want, Prescott?” I sneer back, bringing a cigarette to my lips. Bad habit I know but I’m full of them.

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