Page 88 of His To Claim
“Yeah, a wolf’s number one enemy is a vampire, everyone knows that.”
Bass laughs wholeheartedly, caught off guard by her sass. “Well, I can assure you there’s something of yours I’d like to suck on. Many things actually.”
That causes Stella and I to laugh, and Jade glares over at us, a slight blush coating her cheeks. She turns back to Bass whose face is now directly in front of hers.
“Keep dreaming, Sebastian. But you’ll never suck on any of this,” she says, standing and doing a slow-motion twirl shaking her ass in front of him, gaining a quiet groan from him.
“Never say never, Little Wolf,” he says, licking his lips.
Jade laughs and sits back down beside me, as Ace walks over handing me a drink as well.
“Did you spike it?” I ask, jokingly.
“Baby, I wouldn’t have to drug you to take what I want. Trust me, you’ll give it up willingly.”
I roll my eyes, knowing damn well he’s right as Stella stands,moving over to the couch beside us. I glare at her silently asking why she’s moving.
“You don’t have to move to the other couch, little Silver. I’ll just sit my girl up on my lap,” Ace says.
“No thank you, don’t want to be near all this,” she says, shaking her head and motioning between us.
“By the way, what the hell are you wearing, Stella?” Bass asks her, once again clearly irritated at his cousin’s choice of clothing. Jade elbows him and he lets out a small cry as he scowls at her. “Ouch, what the hell was that for, Wolf?”
“Leave her alone, she looks hot. Besides, that’s my outfit,” she says.
“That’s exactly the problem. I don’t want to see my cousin in something I can imagine you in. Or better yet, in something I can imagine slipping you out of,” he says with a flirtatious wink.
We’re interrupted when Beckett and Alek join us in the VIP section. I look over to them and Beck smiles at me, but Alek clearly doesn’t like that I’m here at his king’s side. Since the first day we arrived here at Servite, I’ve felt a particular dislike from Alek Smoak. Maybe it’s the fact that I called them dogs. Either way, he’s not keen on the idea of us poor kids mixing in with the elite.
“Happy Birthday, Beckett,” I say, smiling softly at him.
“Thanks, love,” he says in an accent I hadn’t noticed, having rarely spoken to him before, and it's the first time I realize Beck’s British.
“Eighteen, what’s it like to be an adult now, Beckett?” Stella asks, taking a sip from the drink the guy working the bar handed her.
“Well, here in the States nothing, but I’d be able to do all of this legally back in England.”
We all laugh at his remark, but it’s cut short when the diabolic queens make their appearance.
“Well, looks like you brought a toy with you tonight, Ace. Or isshe Beck’s birthday present? I mean he is old enough now to go down to Vegas and hire himself a whore for the night.” Carrington’s dressed in a skintight red dress that ends just beneath her ass, her long blonde hair falling down her back. I know one thing. It may be early November, but the bitch must be freezing.
“Fuck off, Carrington,” Beck says as Ace stands, his hands in fists at his side.
“Just wondering why she’d be here in our section,” Carrington says, flipping her hair back in an awfully calculated motion revealing her perfectly, and surgically, placed cleavage.
“This isn’t your section tonight, Prescott. As you can see it’s full, so you and your girls will need to entertain yourselves elsewhere,” Ace says.
Carrington’s face pales, her jaw nearly hitting the floor, while Kinsley gasps beside her. “You’re kidding me, right?” shouts Kinsley.
“Haven’t you heard, sweet Kins, Red here,” I turn to glare at Bass as he speaks. “My bad, Scarlett, is Ace’s new girl. They made things official tonight, so I can see why you’re a bit confused.”
At his declaration, the four queens instantly pale looking like they’re about to pass out. They’re at a loss for words, unbelieving Bass's statement. Carrington looks over to Ace who smirks at her.
“That can’t be,” she mutters softly.
“But it is,” Ace says, wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my lips gently. I know it’s all for show, but something about the affectionate gesture leaves me wanting more. His lips delicately take mine and I’m lost in the feel of him, the taste of him. I reach over, wrapping my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, losing myself for the moment.
“Hmm.” Someone clears their throat and Ace releases my lips. I slowly open my eyes, looking up to him with a lust filled gaze and lick my lips, backing away when I notice Carrington and Kinsley are now gone but Wynter and Drea stand before us.