Page 64 of Conquered

“There's a party tonight, Pretty Girl, on account of it being Ash’s nineteenth birthday,” he drawls in that deep, sinful voice of his. I shudder, and my nipples harden.I am so fucked with this one.“Will you be my date?” he asks, giving me one of his signature panty decimating grins.

“I didn’t realise that it was his birthday!” I exclaim, sitting up, feeling terrible. “I don’t have a gift for him,” I add, worrying my lip and wondering if I can rustle something up last minute. “What time does it start?”

“Don’t worry, baby, he’s a fucker who has everything anyway,” he says as if he’s not the same. “And it doesn’t start till later, so plenty of time for dinner. And dessert.” Loki grins wickedly at me, and I swear I almost moan aloud.

Lord have mercy on my poor ovaries! No wonder god threw him out of heaven, he must have made all of the lady angels spontaneously come with a single look!

“Cool,” I say lamely, still feeling a little bad about the lack of a gift. Loki chuckles as he gets up, moving his body like a big cat and making those distracting beautiful muscles bunch and stretch.

Loki cooks tonight, making a delicious pasta dish that’s creamy and has me groaning in appreciation, much to his delight, and Kai’s and Jax’s amusement. After we've eaten, I head to Loki's room to get ready for the party. Yep, my clothes are still in there, thanks to fucking Ash, the prat.

Loki is still downstairs because according to the fallen angel himself, “There's no improving perfection, Pretty Girl.”

I decide to wear my nineteen-sixties tight denim playsuit. It's capri pant style, with three quarter length sleeves, and a sharp as all fuck collar. Oh, and a zip all the way down the front, that I leave open just enough to see my red lace bra peeping out. Redsequin heels and a splash of cherry on my lips, and I'm good to go.

“Jesus, Baby Girl.” I hear Jax rumble as I turn round after closing Loki's door. “I'm gonna be hard as fucking steel all night with you dressed like that,” he groans, rubbing his chin, devouring me with his gaze. I feel my cheeks flush, and heat flares between my thighs, which is becoming an all too familiar situation round these guys.

“You look pretty good yourself,” I say back huskily, eyeing him up and down.

He's wearing all black, as is standard for him, but he's swapped his usual workout tank for a form-fitting black muscle shirt that shows off his mouth watering body. He's also wearing tight black jeans, and kick ass black boots, with his hair in a messy man bun.

Basically, he's fucking sex on legs. I meet his gaze once again, then sway over to him, placing my hands on his broad, hard chest and leaning in. Pressing my lips to his neck, a shiver sweeps over him as I leave a perfect red lipstick print.

“There.” I smile, satisfied. “That's better,” I say, linking my arm through his.

“Staking your claim, Baby Girl?” he asks me with a smirk as we start to head down the stairs.

“Maybe...is that okay?” I suddenly feel unsure and a little silly.

“It's absolutely fucking perfect,” he replies, giving me one of his rare genuine grins, his blue eyes sparkling like a tropical sea in the sunlight.

“What's perfect?” Loki asks, coming towards us with his gorgeous smile in place as he takes me in. “Apart from Pretty Girl here, of course,” he finishes, his eyes devouring me top to bottom.

“Baby Girl staking her claim,” Jax responds, leaning his head to the side so that Loki can see my mark. Loki's brows raise then he turns to me, bending his own head to the side.

“Me too, gorgeous,” he commands. “I am your official date after all,” he teases like the arsehole that he is. I roll my eyes at him, although I'm stupidly pleased that he too wants me to mark him.

Letting go of Jax’s arm, I sashay over to him, wiggling my arse a little for Jax's benefit. Like with Jax, I place my hands on Loki's bare chest. He's so hot under my palms, it’s like his blood is molten lava. I lean in and place a kiss on his neck too.

“There. Happy?” I ask as I step back, needing a little room to gather my thoughts. Being close to these boys is like coming into earth's orbit, and being pulled down by an invisible force.

“Very,” he drawls back. “Shall we?” he asks as he holds his arm out for me to take. I swear I hear Jax growl behind me, Loki's grin getting wider. It's then that I notice Kai is absent.

“Where's Kai?” I query, looking round.

“Parties aren't really his thing,” Loki tells me, leading us out of the door. “Unless it’s the first one of the year, which we all have to attend, or he's forced. Otherwise, he usually just stays home,” he continues as we head down the hall.

“Oh,” I say, my brow furrowed. “Why would he be forced?” I ask, a little confused.

“Oh, you know, family shit. Being rich as kings is not all fun and games, Pretty Girl,” Loki replies as we head down the main staircase. He has a resigned irony in his tone that makes me glance his way, and I don’t miss the look of unhappiness that sits on his face.

I want to ask more, but we reach the doors and I hear the low rumbling purr of a car engine. Looking up, I see a cherry red car sitting on the drive, its engine running. A young guy in a smartnavy blue uniform comes towards us, looking me up and down with a gleam of appreciation in his gaze.

Creep.As he holds the keys out to Loki, Jax's hand darts out and grabs his, squeezing, and I swear I hear a pop. The guy’s eyes widen in pain and he squeaks, his gaze darting from me to Jax, who's now at my side.

“Look at her again, and your hand will be the least of your fucking worries,” Jax rumbles darkly, sending shivers of desire swirling through me, along with a touch of fear.

“S–s–sorry,” The guy stammers out, voice high and definitely in pain.