Page 91 of Vengeful Melodies

She doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me.

Or maybe she does. Maybe that’s the part that really drives me mad—the way she shifts in her seat beside me like she’s not grinding her thick thighs together, like I don’t hear the breath catch in her throat when I lean in to brush her hair back.

My hand lingers at her jaw.

“Can’t focus?” I murmur, low and teasing, voice like gravel dragged across velvet. “What’s wrong, Siren? You gonna tell me, or do I need to wring it out of you?”

I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “Siren.” I murmur, voice low and honeyed with heat.

She freezes like a lamb in the jaws of a wolf. Then, slowly, she looks up at me—those big green eyes wide, already glazed. Her lashes flutter, and I swear to God, I see her pupils darken. She’s trying to work. Laptop open, legs crossed tight. She’s typing one-handed, biting her lip so hard it’s almost white.

“I—I’m fine.” Dreya whispers out softly.Almost convincing.

Lie.

I lean in closer, lips barely brushing her ear. “Then why are you squirming like that?”

She makes a soft sound—almost a whimper—and my cock twitches at the sound. Her scent wraps around me, warm and sweet, laced with that ache I’ve been hungering for all damn day.

“You’re not fine,” I growl. “You’re needy. Desperate. Aren’t you, pretty girl?”

She shivers.

“You look like you need a break,” I tell her, standing and moving to kneel between her legs before she can think to stop me. I rest my hands on her thighs. Firm. Claiming. “Yeah?”

Her laptop slides to the side, forgotten.

Dreya nods.

God, she’s already pliant for me. My good girl. She doesn't even know it yet, but she’s begging without a single word.

I slide my hand down, slow and deliberate, over her thigh. Just a whisper of touch over the waistband of those cute little shorts she’s got on. She’s already wet—I can feel it through the fabric. Soaked. So fucking ready. I simply cannot let my girl sit here waiting for one of us to deliver what she needs.

I lean down and press a kiss to the inside of her knee. “Eyes on me.”

She lifts her chin and locks on, breath shaky.

“You’re not hiding,” I whisper against her skin. “Not anymore.”

The room thickens. I feel them—my best friends—shift. Takoa’s book is closed. Bash’s headphones? Off. And Alix? Still as stone, watching us like a starving man eyeing the first bite of something forbidden.

I trail kisses higher. She spreads a little more for me, unconsciously. Goddamn intoxicating.

I grip her chin and turn her face to mine, forcing her to look up. “You want to be a good little slut for me?” I ask, quiet but firm.

She nods, eyes wide, breath shaky.

“Words, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” she whispers, breathless. “I want to be good for you, Kai…” She sucks in a soft breath.

“You gonna let me take what I want, little Siren?” I ask, voice dark and dangerous. “Let them watch what’s already mine? What is ours.”

A shaky breath. Her fingers dig into the cushion.

“Yes, sir..” she whispers.

I grin. Fucking beautiful.