laugh

“That’s not what I meant,” he says in a shaky breath.

“Oh, I know exactly what you meant,” he says grabbing Eric’s chin. “And if you don’t get those thoughts out of your head I’ll be forced to drag you to the men’s room and fuck them out of you,” he threatens, but the glint in his eyes suggests he’s hoping Eric takes him up on it. Eric has gone bright red, which is just adorable, so Vitali takes mercy on him and gives him a soft kiss. Those two are so damn cute.

“Amelia!” Evalyn nearly screams rushing over to me grabbing my arm. “Come dance with me, Tyson is being a stick in the mud, and I want to dance,” she pouts.

“It’s not my fault I can’t keep up with you, you’re a dancing machine,” Tyson grumbles flopping down on an available spot on the lounge we have claimed as our own.

“How can you spend majority of your time training, yet dancing is too much for you?” Evalyn asks through narrowed eyes.

“My sister raises a good point,” Chris points out.

“Thank you,” she chirps. “I can always rely on you,” she coos.

“Nice try, I’m not dancing with you,” he chuckles.

“You know what? I don’t need you!” She huffs stomping her feet and returning to the dancefloor. We all just laugh, though my laugh is a bit strangled because of the way Marcus is drawing circles on my upper thigh edging very close to my core. I squirm in his lap and can already feel the bulge starting to form beneath me.

“I’m sure she’ll find herself a dance partner in no time,” Marcus muses while taking a sip of his drink. I hide a smirk knowing exactly what my man is up to. He’s a sly thing.

“Huh?” Tyson quirks up a brow.

“She’s a beautiful young woman unattended at a club surrounded by single human men who don’t know the mark on her neck means she’s taken,” he shrugs. “I’m sure someone will offer to dance with her soon enough.” Chris, Vitali, and Eric snigger as Tyson’s eyes narrow into slits and a growl rumbles in his chest.

“Yo, Firecracker! Wait up!” Tyson shouts, quickly getting to his feet and stalking after Evalyn, much to our amusement. Marcus leans forward, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear making me shiver.

“Have I told you how fucking sexy you look tonight?” He whispers.

I gulp. “Once or twice,” I smile.

I’ve come out tonight in a red sleeved bodycon dress that stops at mid-thigh. It has a high neck with a cut-out midriff and cut-out chest. The fabric across my breasts is barely held together and I just know Marcus is dying to rip it, and I plan on letting him. I’ve teamed it with gold and silver stilettos and accessorised with gold bangle hoop earrings, light makeup, and a high ponytail.

Did I dress to drive my man crazy? Yes, yes I did. But best believe he’s doing the same, and to think he calls me a minx. He’s in all black as usual. A tight-fitted tee that shows off every bulge of this man’s physique. The shirt can barely contain him, and neither can his tight-black jeans, although I do love his ass in them. Everything about him exists to torment me in the best way. His scent caresses me, his body excites me, and his words have a direct line to my core.

“Have I told you how sexy you look tonight?” I ask as I lean in planting a kiss on my mark and smirk as I hear his sharp intake of breath.

“Not nearly enough,” he says in a husky voice as his hands tighten on me.

“I’m going to get a refill; you guys want anything?” Chris offers as he stands up.

“I’ll have another martini, thanks,” says Eric.

“I’m good,” says Vitali.

“I’m good too, man, but thanks,” says Marcus.

“Amelia?” He asks.