Page 66 of Conquered
His hard grey gaze sweeps me up and down, and I don't miss the second of desire that flares in those eyes when they pause on my neck, before he tamps it down. He's looking positively sinful in fitted black slacks, with a fine pinstripe, and a dove grey shirt, the top two buttons open. It's the most casual clothing I think I've ever seen him wear, and I have to swallow hard to keep my mouth from gaping a little.
“Happy Birthday, Ash,” I breathe, holding his stare and getting a nod in return.
Loki leans in, wrapping one hand around my waist whilst the thumb of his other wipes the corner of my mouth. “Your lipstick was a little smudged,” he drawls, a look of mischief in his eyes. “Come, let's grab you a drink, and then you can grind on my dick on the dancefloor,” he follows up as he leads me inside. I hear two growls behind me, which can't be right.
Why would Ash growl at that?
I roll my eyes at Loki as I walk beside him, loving the feel of his arm around my waist, staking his claim for everyone to see.Why is this caveman bullshit such a fucking turn on?
We walk through a short entranceway, into a huge open plan space. It's got walls of glass that are currently pitch black and reflecting the low purple mood lighting, plus all of the bodies of all the teenagers filling the space. My ears are full of the pounding beat ofChampagne & Sunshineby TarroX PLVTINUM, that the DJ is playing over the hidden sound system. There are so many people here; it must be the whole school. There’s the sweet scent of weed in the air, and I can see several tables with lines of white powder on them, as well as hundreds of black and grey balloons, and a matching banner that says ‘Happy 19th Birthday, Ash.’
Loki sees me staring, an amused smile taking over his beautiful features. “Ash always throws the best parties. They’re not to be missed, so everyone, of course, turns up hoping for the scraps he may throw at them.” He says the last part with a sneer curling his top lip, his voice full of disdain. A serious look crosses his features all of a sudden.
“What is it, Loki?” I ask.
“The party in the woods…” he begins, and I cringe at the memory of getting so wasted.
“I–I won’t…I won’t be stupid again, Loki,” I assure him. “Ash was right that night, I can’t run forever,” I add in a whisper, and when I look up into Loki’s eyes, they are full of sympathy and understanding.
We reach the bar, complete with a handsome bartender, because heaven forbid anyone would have to get their own drink or one from someone unattractive.
“What's your poison, Pretty Girl?” Loki asks me, his sexy grin firmly back in place.
“Something soft, please,” I say.
Loki looks at me for a moment, and I’m sure there’s a hint of pride in his eyes. Then he turns to the bartender. “One virgin passion fruit daiquiri, and a bourbon on the rocks,” he orders.
“Please,” I add, causing him to smirk.
“Please,” he repeats, outright smiling at me now.
“Fuck off,” I say, smacking his arm playfully. “Manners don't cost anything.”
“True, Pretty Girl,” he concedes as the bartender places our drinks on the bar. “Thank you,” he makes a point of saying, one brow raised whilst staring right at me.Knob.
Ash and Jax make their way over to us and order drinks too. A beer for Jax and scotch for Ash, who’s frowning.
Señoritaby Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello comes over the speakers, and I grab Loki’s arm.
“I love this song! Dance with me.” I smile up at him, putting down my drink, although I guess I really should be dancing with Ash given that it’s his party.You’re a coward, Lilly Darling.
Giving Loki just enough time to set his own drink down, I pull him into the space that has been created for a dance floor, I turn my back and start to grind my ass into him, hands above my head. His palms slide up my arms, placing them behind his neck, then move down my sides to settle at my hips, pulling me even closer so that I can feel his hardness poking into my arse. Without the heels, it'd be in my lower back, all the guys are taller than me by several inches.
“You trying to make me come in my pants, Pretty Girl?” he asks huskily, his warm breath caressing my ear.
I can smell the bourbon on it, that sweet, sticky scent. Fuck me, I love that smell on him. I twist in his arms, needing to taste it on his tongue, and bringing his lips to mine, I kiss him fiercely. We're still moving, grinding against each other, lips locked and tongues tangled, when I feel a heady warmth at my back and large hands grip my waist from behind. I look and see that Jax has joined us, grinding into me, his hands caressing up and down my torso.
Fucking hell.
One of my arms goes back over his neck, the other still around Loki as I live my best fucking life, dancing between these two beautiful, hot men. I look over to the bar to see Ash, standing stiffly, his eyes like molten metal as he watches us. He'sclenching his glass so tightly, I'm surprised it doesn't crack, and his firm, sharp jaw is full of tension. His other hand goes down to adjust himself, and my eyes widen as I realise he's fucking hard. A moan escapes me as thoughts of a similar, yet different, scenario flit across my mind, one with less strangers, and fewer clothes. Loki leans in further, lips brushing my ear again.
“Would you like him to watch while we fuck you, Pretty Girl?” he teases, causing that inferno to come roaring back over me. “Grasping his cock like a schoolboy while Jax and I are inside you, making you scream?”
Jesus Christ on a cross. I'm not sure how much more I can take of this before I burst into flames. Or melt into a puddle on the floor. I hear a throaty chuckle at my back, vibrating through my body.
“I'm game,” Jax rumbles next to my other ear, his hand sliding up to encase my throat. I take a sharp inhale of breath, my already damp knickers getting wetter at the contact, I just hope they don't soak through the denim.How the fuck is a girl meant to function under this pressure?!
If anything, Ash's scowl gets deeper at the move, and he sets his glass down, as if he, too, thinks it might break with the force of his grip. The song fades intoSavagesby Kerli, and as it plays, the words are clearly the straw that breaks Ash.
