Page 64 of Oblivion

“Drinks, ladies,” I say, holding the tray out to them.

“Mango Margaritas?,” Sammy says, taking a glass and lifting the straw to her lips. “Yum.”

Winking playfully at her, I take a beer, then hold the tray with the other three bottles out to Hunter, who immediately takes it. Ignoring my friends, I wrap my body around my girl and start to dance.

My little tease grinds her ass into my dick for the next hour, reaching back to curl her arm around my neck while we show the entire party just who she belongs to.

I don’t bother trying to hide my arousal from her. My dick has been hard since I fucked her full of my cum earlier. It doesn’t matter that I’ve had her multiple times already today. My need for her hasn’t been even slightly sated.

“Evan,” she whines, spinning in my arms to press her tits against my chest.

“What’s up, baby?” I ask, already knowing that she’s teasing herself almost as much as she is me.

“I’m ready for you to take me home now,” she pants against my ear, pushing onto her tiptoes, and elongating her delicious body so she’s rubbing up against me from her tits to her needy pussy.

“It’s early. We only just got here.”

“Evan, I’m ready.” Her voice has dropped to a husky purr, but I don’t allow her to sway me. I’m all for her trying to seduce me, but she needs to realize that I won’t allow her to lead me around by my dick.

“I’ll go and get us some more drinks,” I say, flashing her a knowing smile as I peel myself away from her, not bothering to adjust the bulge in my jeans.

Ordering another round of virgin cocktails for the girls and beers for the guys, I hand the cocktails out, then join my brothers who are standing in a group on the edge of the dance floor. All three of them are scanning the crowd, staring death at anyone who dares to glance toward where our women are laughing and dancing.

When a group of guys, brave or stupid enough to approach our women, starts to sidle near, my brothers all tense, ready to go and reap bloodshed and destruction on them, but I don’t move, content to simply watch.

“That asshole’s eyeing your woman,” Hunter says, his voice rough and animalistic.

“That’s okay,” I say, tipping my head to the side and watching as Sammy notices him.

“How the fuck is that okay?” Clay asks, barging past me to go to January, pinning her to his body and claiming her mouth with his.

One by one, my brothers claim their women. Hunter lifts Bunny off her feet and carries her off into the woods without a backward glance, while Bastian crooks his finger, silently ordering Starling to come to him. When she does, he collars her neck with his palm and whispers something in her ear.

The only one still dancing is Sammy. The remaining guy brave enough to still be trying his luck is behind her, not touching, but clearly considering his options. I know he’s there, Sammy knows he’s there, but her eyes are on me, watching to see what I’ll do.

It’s obvious she wants me to go to her, or demand she come to me, but I won’t. I laid out what would happen if she allowed someone else to touch her. Now she has to decide if I’ll follow through with the threats I’ve made and if it’s worth the risk by pushing me.

The guy slips his arm around her waist, and her choice is made. It doesn’t matter that she jumps, clearly startled, not realizing he was close enough to touch her. It doesn’t matter that her eyes immediately widen and then fill with fear.

She was testing me, and the moment she allowed him to even consider she’d welcome his touch, she decided his fate and became the catalyst of his and his family’s doom.

Pushing his hand off her like it’s toxic, she rushes forward, but I ignore her. Calmly pulling my cell from my pocket, I open the camera app and snap a picture of the shocked and annoyed-looking dude who will soon be kicked out of school and homeless.

“No, no, please, Evan, no,” Sammy pants, wrapping herself around me.

“I warned you,” I answer coldly.

“No, it was an accident. I didn’t know he was going to touch me. I was looking at you. You know I was. You know it wasn’t deliberate. Please, please, please.”

“What did I tell you would happen?” I ask, not lifting my arms to hold her, even though I want to.

“You’re not that cruel. It’s not his fault, it’s mine. You can’t hurt that stupid guy. I don’t even know his name.” Tears are filling her frantic eyes, but I’m unmoved. She pushed me to see what would happen, and now I can’t back down, even if I wanted to. But I don’t. He put his hand on her. He touched what’s mine, and now I’ll ruin him because of it.

“You should go and dance. I don’t know how long it’ll be until Hunter and Bunny get back.”

“Evan, please, please, don’t do this. Punish me, not him,” she begs.

“Did you finish your drink? I’ll go and fetch you another.”

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