Page 47 of His To Claim

“I don’t know, Bass, but this was the only way. Either we bring her to him, or he goes and gets her himself.”

“I just, fuck, I feel kind of bad.” I turn to him questioningly. Bass never feels bad, hell he feels nothing. He’s a ruthless son of a bitch. I swear the big man left out any kind of emotion when piecing him together. “I mean, yeah, she pissed me off earlier, but she was right. I’ve been an ass to Stella, and she defended her without knowing her for that long.”

I turn to him realizing he’s right. Her whole little group became friends with little Silver almost instantly. Bass has pushed his cousin away every chance he’s gotten. She’s innocent, naïve, and doesn’t deserve to be part of this fucked up life they forced us into.

Since we were kids, my father, Bass’s father, Alek’s father, and my uncle have told us some fucked up stories about our family’s place in the world. They told us we were the chosen ones, the Four Horsemen, and how the four were sent to punish humanity for the corrupt world they were creating. They were said to conquer, start wars, bring forth plague, famine, and death to punish those who deserved it. To punish the sinners. I always thought they were some fucked up stories told to keep us in check; but the older we got, the truer they became. Our families all have a shitty history of running shady businesses and holding a holier than thou image. Not to mention the legend of Servite itself. The older we became, the more I understood this was not just our past, it was our future, our destined fate. We became the Four Horsemen and we’re here to finish what our ancestors started. The only question is, how does she fit into all of this?

“We’re not here to fucking ask questions, Bass. He asked for her, and we delivered.”

“Fuck that, Ace, I know she’s gotten under your skin. I mean just fucking look at her. And she has that smart mouth and ‘fuck you’ attitude. And her sister, man, fuck that girl is something else. I’m gonna have to do something about her.”

I turn to him and we both start laughing. He’s right, Little Red has gotten under my skin, but that’s not where she belongs. I need to find out why she’s here and quickly. We both turn to her as we hear her squirming around.

“Look who’s coming back to us,” Bass says menacingly.

“Fuck you, Silver,” she answers breathlessly realizing where she is.

I walk over to her leaning forward slightly, getting a perfect view of her tits that rise and fall with every ragged breath.

“What the fuck did you guys do to me?” she cries out, tugging on her restraints.

“Calm down, Little Red, we have done nothing, yet,” I say grinning, but she doesn’t look to be in the joking mood.

“Let me go. Drake is supposed to meet me. He’ll come looking for me.”

“Then we’ll tie him up too. Maybe you can watch as I carve my name into your little pet’s skin.”

“Fuck you, Ace. You better not lay a hand on him,” she yells, rattling the chair. She grunts as she tugs on the rope that ties her hands behind her back. I look into her clear blue eyes and see a glimmer of fear course through them. Little Red is scared, as she should be. I take her in, my eyes roaming her sensual body, over every luscious curve.

“I can’t decide if I love your costume or hate it,” I say as I step closer to her, and I can feel her hot breath on me as she inhales a sharp breath. I breathe her in, the sweet and sultry scent of cherry blossoms and vanilla fills the air. And something else. Her own intoxicating scent drives me crazy.

“Why?” she whispers slowly, and I know my closeness is affecting her.

“I love it because it exposes every inch of you and it’s fucking sexy as hell, but,” I stop, my lips just shy of hers. I reach out, licking my lips, barely grazing hers with my tongue.

“But,” she moans, her head falling back slightly as I trace her collarbone with my finger, bringing it down between her breasts.

“It exposes every inch of you. I don’t want the world to see what belongs to me,” she laughs deviously, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

“You wish, Ace. But this,” she says. My eyes roam her body, as she squirms in the chair. “This belongs to someone else.” I look back to her face and find she’s fucking biting her lip. “You wish this were yours, Servite, but you’re never gonna lay a hand on me again.”

“Never say never, Red,” I warn, bringing my hand back to her lip. I run the pad of my thumb over her plump bottom lip opening her up slightly and my fucking cock twitches. I stick my finger in her mouth and she wets it slightly with the tip of her tongue, her eyes burning into mine. I can see it in her eyes - the lust, the need. She enjoys the game, hell I think it gets her wet.

I remove my thumb and bring it to my mouth to suck on it and her eyes dilate as they follow the movement of my lips. She clears her throat, coming out of the lustful daze.

“If you think you can bring me here, tie me up, and I’ll flutter my lashes and drop to my knees, you’ve got something else coming. I may be the one with my hands tied behind my back, but you’re the one who’s on a leash, and you wear it like a noose around your neck.”

I smile deviously at the little siren’s response. She’s a feisty one, always a comeback on the tip of her tongue. We are the same, she and I. The need to be in control, to have the last word, it’s overpowering. I think it’s the reason for our unparalleled attraction, but also the reason for our constant strife. Her breathing turns ragged as she sees the smirk upon my face. She’s pissed, her glaredarkening as those blue topaz eyes now look more like gleaming sapphires.

I’m about to respond when we’re interrupted by the front door opening. All eyes turn to the door where Alek walks in with a little blonde vixen thrown over his shoulder.

“Look who joined the party,” he says, setting her down. Jade turns to us scowling, her bright green eyes almost glowing like two fireflies in the night sky.

“Let me go,” she snaps, pulling away from Alek. “Where is my sister?” she adds, lunging toward me, but Bass is quicker and intercepts her.

“Now, now, Little Wolf, no need for violence. We’re all friends here. Maybe she’s here of her own free will,” he chuckles at his words.

“Fuck you, Silver,” she hisses back.

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