Page 5 of Claiming What's His

We sway to the music for a while longer. “Want another drink?” he asks.

“Yes, please. Two of them if you don’t mind.”

He pats his brother on the shoulder and signals him to go to the bar with him. He nods in agreement, kisses Britt, and they leave us on the dance floor.

The vibe shifts when “Bottoms Up” by Trey Songz comes on, and the crowd roars. I turn and Britt pushes my head down as I swirl my hips into her. You would think we were tired by now, but no. We could dance all night, even if we’re the only two out here.

I come up and face her. She grabs my hands and turns away to drop it low and snap back up. We make eye contact as she turns back towards me and we laugh, just vibing to the music as we wait for the guys.

Out of nowhere, strong arms wrap around me, and I look back as I start to move into his hips. Only I freeze. It isn’t Ryder, but an incredibly handsome guy, so I just dance, thinking nothing of it. I’m single, after all. Why not play with a little fire? This guy looks like he can hold his own.

I face forward at Britt and suddenly I think I’m seeing double. I look back at my dance partner and I’m guessing this is his twin brother. They look identical and are dressed similar too. Only Britt isn’t having it. She is gesturing to the bar and waving her hands like she doesn’t want to dance. She looks over at me and I can see her mouth.

“She’s single, dance with her. “Britt tells him pointing at me.

He looks at m, makes eye contact with his brother, and then I’m in a hot twin sandwich. Britt watches us dancing by herself as the song shifts once more.

“This DJ is fucking good,” I yell.

One twin is behind me, and his hands are on either side of my hips, under my dress, and I don’t even care. I am so wrapped up in the music that nothing else matters. It’s New Year’s and I’m feeling so fucking good. The other twin is in front of me, his knee in between my legs, and the other on the outside of my thigh. I place my hands around his neck to steady himself as we all move in sync. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever experienced.

I can feel the one behind me. His dick is hard and pressing into my ass. There isn’t much between us. My dress is short and I’m only wearing a g-string. Anxiety rises, my chest tightening. I feel dizzy. A pang of guilt tugs at my heart. I’m single but Ryder also made his intentions crystal clear. His fingers dig into my flesh and then he’s ripped away.

Ryder.

The twin in front backs up. I think it’s more so out of respect. His chin is raised, and as he holds his hands up, Ryder has his brother by the throat. “What the fuck are you two dickheads doing?”

Chapter 8

Ryder

ThingOneandThingTwo, also known as Apollo and Ares, are twin brothers and also Knights. They are mischievous little fuck boys.

The twin I’m holding by the throat smiles maniacally as if he’s enjoying it. “You like this, do you?” I ask sarcastically.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” He briefly pauses and then continues, “I may ask your girl to try it later. I mean, that’s why you’re mad right? Is she yours?”

“Ares,” his brother warns.

“I’m just kidding, man. Lighten up. We didn’t know she belonged to you, we were just dancing. Your brother’s girl said she was single and we had no reason to believe otherwise.”

My gaze moves to Britt and she shrugs, rolling her eyes.

“I’m not his,” Krista admits. “I’m single and can dance with whoever I choose.” She folds her arms across her chest, pushing her tits up. I don’t miss their eyes on her chest.

“Don’t test me, Little Doll.” I shove Ares away and move to her before grabbing her by the throat and pulling her into me for a kiss. She doesn’t fight me which makes me think she likes this little game. Making me jealous. She pulls back and looks up at me through her lashes, those whiskey-colored eyes melting me in the process. So innocent.

I turn to the twins and level them with my stare. “She’s mine. I’m claiming her tonight.” Their eyes bulge because they know what that means. A woman is completely off limits to any other Knight and we protect our women at all costs, not just individually but as brothers. They straighten, their playful nature they carried now gone.

“Our bad, big dog. We would never disrespect your claimed.”

I nod. “You’re dismissed.” They really are lucky I can’t kill them, even if they didn’t know. There is this possessive nature that overtakes me when it comes to her. I want to hide her in a dungeon away from the world where only I can admire her. That wouldn’t be fair, though. Not just to her but her art. Art is meant to be admired, to be loved and cherished. It is special and unique. Krista is a one-of-a-kind piece, curated just for me. My Little Doll.

“Get the fuck out of here and go find your own claimed.” Thankfully, they do, although Ares takes one last long look at her. His eyes dart from her head to her tits, and all the way down to her feet. Then his eyes meet mine and he smirks. I never break eye contact. I’m the fucking Alpha where he is just a pup. I turn to face her and she’s just staring at me in awe.

“What the hell was that?” Krista asks.

I begin to explain but she turns to walk away. I follow, of course. “Krista, wait.”