Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
D ray
“Man, that was fun,” I say, bouncing along beside my bond brothers, fuck-off big grin spread across my face.
“You’re an idiot,” Beaufort mumbles.
“Hey, you’ve got your ways and I’ve got mine. Besides,” I chuckle, “you shouldn’t believe everything that girl says. She likes us.”
“Of course, she does,” Beaufort snorts but Thorne glances at him and I know he doesn’t believe it.
“She does,” I say, rubbing at my nose, “I can smell how much we turn her on.”
“You smell what you want to believe,” Thorne grumbles.
“My nose has never let me down yet,” I say, the smell of her lingering in my nostrils. The girl smells so wet – it’s frigging obscene.
I tug at the front of my shirt. Despite that run this morning in my wolf form, I’m all gee’d up. It’s that encounter with our thrall. I’m a ball of crackling energy. Energy I need to release. Energy I want to release on her. Preferably between those fine legs of hers.
“We shouldn’t have left her,” Thorne says.
“She’s perfectly safe,” Beaufort responds, “the tower is enchanted, protected. No one can get in without our say so.”
“We could have brought her with us,” I say wistfully. I would really have liked to have continued our little game. I was having so much fun.
“Without a collar,” Beaufort scoffs.
“She’d be safe with us.” Thorne balls his hands into fists. My guess is that Thorne is just dying for the opportunity to beat the crap out of someone. He just needs the right motivation. A little push. Since we got here, the chances have been few and far between.
“Yeah, but I can’t be dealing with all the fucking snide comments,” Beaufort says.
“There’s going to be fucking snide comments no matter what,” I point out. “You know today she told an entire classroom full of students that she wasn’t our thrall.”
“She did what?” Thorne roars.
I grin. Hey presto. Thorne’s going to be on the warpath now. And this party probably got a lot more interesting as a result.
“Besides,” I say, “what do we care what people say?”
That’s the difference between me and Beaufort – the main one anyway. He gives a fuck and I do not. Never have. Never do. I do what the fuck I want.
“She’s making us look stupid,” he grumbles.
“I like this little game she’s playing,” I say, licking my tongue along my lower lip. Beaufort glances towards me, catching my eye and something tells me, no matter what he may say, he likes it too.
I don’t think Thorne feels the same way.
For a man with a hell of a lot of complications in his life, he’s way more straight forward than us.
“She needs to wear the collar,” he grunts.
“Don’t you worry, pal,” I say, grinning at him. “She’ll wear it.”
We’re silent for the rest of the walk over to the tower and up the magically operated elevator to the common room. I occupy myself imagining how good she’d look wearing that collar and nothing more.
The party’s already in full swing and by the look of things everyone is either stoned or hammered – possibly both.
My encounter with our little thrall has quelled any desire I had to get wasted tonight. My blood’s already buzzing – I don’t need alcohol or drugs.
Thorne glowers at the throng of people in front of us as if every single one of them has personally affronted him. It’s going to take one little spark to blow his fuse tonight.
And it looks like that spark is right there in the middle of the room.
Yeah, because dancing right there in the middle of the common room – if you can call that dancing, looks more like dry humping to me – are the Hardies and their cute brunette thrall. She’s dressed in a red dress that clings in all the right places, her collar glittering around her throat and from it a golden chain that ends in Kratos’ fist. Their hands are all over the brunette, and they’re grinding her from behind and in front.
And we get the message, right?
They couldn’t be more obvious if they had it written in the air above their heads.
Look at us and our obedient thrall. So obedient she’s practically banging us in front of everyone.
Whereas our thrall …
“Get a room,” I call out. It’s so transparent. An obvious provocation.
Kratos doesn’t look up from where he’s sucking on the brunette’s neck, offering up his middle finger as way of reply.
It’s time we shoved him back in his place.
I lean into Thorne. “I learned something interesting today.” Thorne’s eyes flick to me. “Seems the Hardies’ thrall may be the one responsible for all our girl’s injuries.”
“How do you know?”
I grin. “She told me herself.”
It’s the spark I was hoping for.
We can’t go after the girl. We have some fucking morals. But the Hardies? They are fair game.
Thorne launches at them and all hell breaks loose.