Page 96 of Tempting Little Thief

I nod.

“He licked my blood.”

A loud laugh bursts from me, and I drop my head into the crook of her neck before falling to the side of her. “Yeah, he’s got a thing for blood.”

She glares at me, pushing up on her elbow.

“What?”

“I thought you’d, I don’t know, jump up and run out there, choke him out or something.”

I grin, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I will if you want me to.”

Her eyes only narrow further. “This is shocking. I’m shocked.”

I can’t help but laugh at how serious she looks.

“Bastian, you’re jealousy in human form.”

“It ain’t jealousy.”

“No?”

I shake my head. “It’s a matter of what’s mine and what’s not theirs. No one should touch what’s not theirs without permission.”

She glares playfully, likely remembering when she said something like that the night she became mine.

“In case you’re wondering, Hayze is the only male I won’t have eating concrete for touching you. I love that dude.”

“So if I wanted him to … play with us?” Her eyes spark in mischief, attempting to call my bluff like a good little gambler.

My phone is in my hands in seconds, and not five after that, my boy is opening the bedroom door.

Her head swings toward it, eyes wide when they come back on me.

“Come here, my man.”

He steps inside, closes the door behind him, and walks to the edge of the bed. His eyes never leave mine, even though my girl has a lot of leg showing, her panties are at our feet and nipples poking through her thin dress since the corset that acted as a bra is shredded somewhere in here.

I sit up, pull her with me, and set her on my lap. “She wants to know how you taste. Ain’t that right, Rich Girl?”

“Yes,” she says, no airy, soft rasp in her tone.

My dick twitches against her ass at that.

She’s not turned on. Just testing me.

Hayze smirks nice and slow, his attention finally moving to her. He tips his head, trailing a thumb along his chin. “Can I put my tongue in her mouth?”

“If she lets you.”

He nods, lowering to his knees and shuffles between mine, hers crossed over my right thigh.

His palms come up, tracing her face without touching it, and he nods.

Licking his lips, he whispers, “Come to daddy, gorgeous.”

Rocklin leans forward.

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