Page 23 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

The frat house was loud with the party, but the general chaos definitely bled from outside. Most people were out there with the pool and DJ, but many were pumping their fists in a completely different direction.

“Out of the fucking way!” I barked, pushing through. I cut through the sea easily and didn’t have to fight far through it. Fawn was up on a goddamn picnic table.

And she was shaking her hips.

Thick thighs swayed in a white bathing suit, a one-piece but that didn’t mean shit. Her hips danced her ass cheeks in my face, ineveryone’sfucking faces since the suit left nothing to the imagination in the back. It exposed every inch of her full ass, and when she swiveled her hips forward, I saw exactly how far those tats chased up.

Heat surged my mother fucking neck, watercolor tattoos decorating her leg from hip to high heel. Some even graced her inner thigh, but I was too busy focusing on how her tits were out just as much as her ass. A deep V flashed her flushed chest, freckled and just as generous as what she teased in the back.

There was no tease here, her game blatant, defiant. The slap in the face was the halo and wings she wore, white, pure.

Licking my lips, I shoved a fucker to his ass to get to her, and she didn’t see me because she was too busy being a loud,stupidbitch.

She wouldn’t after tonight.

CHAPTEREIGHT

Fawn

I screeched, picked up by my hips…

Tossed over a shoulder.

Okay, so shit like this never happened. At least not to me. The last time I’d been picked up like this was probably infancy. I wasn’t a tiny girl, but that didn’t stop whoever from picking my ass up. My hair hung in a curtain over a set of black wings. They gave the illusion they were folded, the whole thing held back by a harness over this guy’s back. It was a pretty killer costume really.

Jesus, this guy’s ass.

Perfect and solid, the only thing taking my attention more was the whole package, his golden thighs tight, body hard. My fingers physically itched to touch it, but I resisted as each and every step resulted inthis guy’s shoulder ramming into my stomach. My body flopped, and I caught a whiff of him, spicy, and the potency made my mouth water.

Wolf.

I kicked, and he grabbed my ass, growling.

“Get the fuck out!” he roared, and swinging me around, Wolf shot a finger at the people in front of us. I realized now Wolf had taken us into a crowded room, and needless to say, that shit cleared the moment he howled.

People moved in double time, dodging the massive guy and his mood swing. He obviously hadn’t liked my little dance on the table, but that had been the point. He told me what to do and embarrassed me on the fucking bus.

“Put me down, Wolf—”

I flopped on the couch, dropped from an unknown height. My hair whipped around my face from sheer velocity, and I sat up to find Wolf ripping the curtains closed. A fireplace roared in the room, and of course, it spotlighted him.

Beautiful, gorgeous. He wore absolutely nothing but a pair of black swim trunks, and the harness that held those fake wings. Honestly, he looked kind of like a sub in a sex club, hotter than fuck but there was nothing submissive about this man. He hadn’t dressed like a demon, but the angel he portrayed was dark and warrior-esque. Black paint smeared across his muscular chest and torso, an eight-pack there like I guessed.

I wet my lips, that same paint delving into the lines of his perfect hip bones. He had his hair down too, war paint on his perfect cheekbones, and a necklace flashed as he approached me.

“Get the fuck up,” he said, the thing around his neck twinkling. I couldn’t really make out what it was, as he reached for me, and my head shot up.

I backed up, snarling. “No.”

“I saidget the fuck up,” he gritted, getting a hand under my arm. I shrieked this time, but he ignored that. His hold released the same way it had on the couch, but this time, I hit the floor.

A dagger of pain shot directly into my kneecaps, white hot and enough to send tears pricking my eyes.

I fought them, moving to my hip. My teeth lodged into my lip. “You bastard.”

“And you’re a stupid bitch.”

My head shot his way again, the guy towering over me. He got my arm once more and put himself inches from my face. “The fuck was that shit out there, huh?” Stark-white teeth flashed, his nose rings glinting from the fireplace’s flame. “And why in the actual fuck did you think any of thatat allwould be good for you? Good for me?”

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