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“Ugh, does he have any idea how much that highlighter costs?”

“Sure. Don’t worry about my pride or anything.”

A smile crosses my lips at the sarcastic note in Sumner’s tone. I imagine she’s leaning against the counter with her arms crossed. It’s always the first visual sign of her annoyance. Arms folded, bored features.

“There!” the other girl quips. “Have a look at that magic and tell me your pride is broken.”

“Wow, Liy, that looks great. Thanks.”

“Here to serve.” She giggles. “So, I saw you with that hunky man cake.”

I can practically hear the grin in her voice.

“Dax?” Sumner questions. “Yeah, he seems cool.”

Or desperate.

“I prefer your stalker neighbor, myself. That boy is hawt. He could nip at my neck any day.”

“Have him,” Sumner answers cooly. “The only thing I want near my neck is my necklace. And maybe Dax, if he plays his cards right.” The girls laugh at her comment.

I have half a mind to push through this thin door, kick out girl number two, and smother Sumner’s soft skin with my teeth. She thinks she wants that dipshit’s mouth on the velvety flesh below her ears? Maybe I should show her exactly who it belongs to.

She doesn’t get to enjoy herself. He doesn’t get to look at her.

I need another drink.

After pouring a glass of whatever looks strongest, I trudge back through the living room, spotting Ashen deep in some animated story with Siena. Her head tilts back as she laughs, straightened blue hair swaying over her shoulders.

The stray is still at the forefront of my mind, which pisses me off even more than her stupid comments in the bathroom. I walk up behind Siena, grabbing her waist, and bring my lips near her ear. “Dance for me.”

She turns to me, face already flush, and bites her bottom lip. I fall onto the couch and suck down my drink, watching as Siena sways her hips. The backs of her hands glide up her sides, flicking through her hair before she lowers onto me. She grinds against my body, pressing as far into me as space will allow.

Her back is against my chest, head craned in a way that lets her lips brush my cheek. When I don’t meet her for a kiss, she switches her focus to my neck.

My eyes catch sight of Sumner and her friend. She’s looking my way, watching me as I watch her. I let my hands explore the exposed skin of Siena’s stomach.

My little Vixen has already disobeyed me, wearing a fresh new coat of that trashy makeup. I’ll take care of that later. For now, I’m perfectly content with her darkened eyes on me.

Siena grinds over me harder.

The image of Sumner walking in on me and the faerie plays through my mind, the way she watched me in the mirror. It’s not far off from the way she’s looking at me now.

Blood rushes through my veins at the thought of her legs spreading as I cut her, finding its way to my thick cock. Siena moans when she feels it pressing against her. I trail my hands over her thighs, feeling the wet heat between her legs without even needing to slip under her shorts.

Sumner brings her lips between her teeth, finally turning away. My focus stays on her a while longer, but the panting in my lap grows heavier, and I shift my attention to the girl riding my dick through our clothes.

She is fucking going for it.

Chuckling, I adjust my body, scanning the room, only to be left disappointed. It seems my little watcher is gone.

Or not gone. I find her at the far end of the room, caged between the wall and two large arms.

That motherfucker.

“Get off,” I practically hiss the words. Siena keeps moving, so I grip her arms and lift her off me.

“Rhenn,” she calls. “What are you doing?”