Page 140 of Vile Boys

“No.” He wraps his arm around my waist. “I just don’t trust Blaine here to keep his paws off you.”

“Paws?” Blaine scoffs, throwing back his long hair.

“Now tell me who has issues?” Caleb muses, sticking up a middle finger covered in skull rings.

“Excuse me, this manicure was way too expensive for you to insult it like that. The only paws here are those chewed-up nails,” Blaine says, wincing.

I chuckle as we head toward the front entrance of the Tartarus House. “You know, for two men forcing me to come to a party, you have great banter. It’s funny to listen to.”

“The only thing that’s going to be funny to listen to is the sound of your stifled moans while I lick the droplets of sweat off your skin.”

My eyes widen, and Blaine actually gasps.

“Got a problem?” Caleb raises his brow at Blaine right as we pass through the gates.

“You sure are confident you’ll ever get a chance, considering Ares nearly ended my life yesterday just for kissing her.”

“You kissed her?” Caleb growls, his grip on my waist growing stronger with every passing second.

“Yes,” Blaine says, narrowing his eyes. “It was delicate. Sweet. Delectable.”

Now I can’t control the blush anymore.

“And if you must know …. she actually enjoyed kissingme.”

Caleb stops halfway across the path to the door and releases me, then grabs Blaine’s shirt. “What the fuck do you want to say with that, huh? You insinuating something?”

Oh God.

“She kissedmeback,” Blaine says with a smug smile.

Caleb raises a fist, but Blaine’s stern gaze makes him pause midair.

“Hit me then, darling. Try if you dare. I’ll cut off those fingers you used to fuck her with before you even get a chance,” he hisses.

Well shit, I didn’t ever think I’d find overly possessive men sexy, but here we are.

“Guys,” I mutter. “Don’t fight over me. Please.”

It’s not like I have a choice in the matter. They’ve collectively decided to make me their plaything, and I’m just along for the ride.

Caleb slowly lowers his fist. “Fine. But only because she asked me to leave your pretty fucking face whole.”

“Mm-hmm.” Blaine snorts. “Glad you finally recognize I’m prettier than you.”

“Oh fuck off, Blaine,” Caleb says, flipping him off. “Don’t forget what Ares told you.”

“What?” Blaine muses. “The same thing he told you?” He raises a brow, making Caleb fume even more.

A guard at the front of the door stops us in our tracks. “No weapons allowed inside. I will need to do a check.”

Grumbling to myself, I pull my only knife out of my boot and hand it to him.

“Wow … you brought that here, darling?” Blaine muses. “I’m impressed.”

“I don’t leave the sorority without it,” I tell him.

The guard holds out a box, and I place it inside. “This is special to me. If it isn’t here when I get back, someone will pay,” I warn him.

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