Page 81 of Retaliation
“Enough to talk dirty?” Levi cut in over the mic, and I snickered.
I caught Andras’s gaze before responding. “Veux-tu me baiser ce soir, pompier?”
His eyes blazed as Tibby laughed, and I caught Levi’s frown across the room. “Please tell me that was dirty because it got my dick twitching already.”
Andras smirked, pinching my waist possessively. “She called you an idiot with a small cock.”
I grinned, and Dev even let out a quiet laugh down the mic.
“This is going to be a good night.” Tibby snickered, and we all grinned.
“Will you sing for us now, siren?” Andras asked, smiling down at me and making my knees weak. He was gorgeous when he smiled. “There’s a small stage near the DJ’s table for you. And your preferred antique microphone.”
I flushed with pleasure, not remotely surprised Andras knew I had a favorite mic. He and Dev led me to the stage as crowds of guests parted for the two dark-haired Princes walking before me. They helped me up the short steps, and I whispered my request to the DJ. I decided to start the night with “Time of the Season,” The Ben Taylor Band version. I liked the dark and moody vibe of their rendition of the Zombies song. There were cocktail tables scattered around the room, and beautiful people in gowns and tuxedos hushed their voices as the music swelled. I scanned the crowd and swayed my hips to the music, adding my own voice to the tune as I sang out the lyrics. I let the music carry me away, the base notes vibrating through my bones. I could feel the eyes of my men on me, and my blood sizzled with desire for each of them.
As the song drifted to its end, a round of applause went up from the crowd. The DJ took over once more, and I moved to step down from the stage when a hand reached out to help me.
I looked up and smiled. “James. Good to see you outside of the gym.” He wore a black suit, shirt, and tie, and his hair was styled perfectly to finish off his pretty boy meets sinner look.
He grinned, and his caramel brown eyes twinkled with mirth. His hand wrapped around mine as I held my dress up to avoid falling on my face.
“You too, killer.”
I laughed at the nickname he’d given me after beating everyone’s ass at the gym. He had no idea how accurate it was. Tibby cleared her throat, and I grinned.
“How are you?”
He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “No complaints. Need a drink?”
I nodded. “Yes, please.”
I let James lead me to the bar, where Levi promptly stepped in, tugging me close to him.
“Hello, James.” Levi’s words were casual, but his tone was cold and possessive.
I rolled my eyes and smacked his shoulder. “Don’t be a psycho,” I murmured, tugging the lapel on his jacket.
Levi dropped his mouth to my neck, nibbling my skin before bringing his lips to my ear. “But I am a psycho, diabla. Don’t ever forget that.”
“I’ll go see if Ty wants his ass kicked in pool.” James smiled, unphased by the hellfire burning in Levi’s eyes. “See you around, Sara.”
I waved and giggled as Levi wrapped his arms around my waist and snarled into my bare shoulder, biting down playfully and marking my skin.
“Get a room,” Tibby muttered, her fingers tapping away at her keyboard.
“Gladly,” Levi murmured, his voice sounding husky with desire.
“How will I ever get anyone to dance with me with a beast clinging to my back?” I laughed and tried to pull away from him.
Ty chuckled through the earpiece. “Quit playing with the cub, little vixen. We don’t need Levi’s beastie coming out tonight.”
I huffed, rolling my eyes. I slipped out of Levi’s grasp and skipped to the dance floor. I swayed my hips, dancing to the beat of the pop song. Eyes turned toward me with interest, but quickly turned away when they realized who I was, and who I belonged to.
I pouted as Levi sauntered to the dance floor. “No one will even look at me. How rude.”
Levi grinned, his eyes full of fire as he gripped my waist and curved his muscular body into mine. “Because no one here wants to die tonight, mi diosa.”
I smirked and slid my fingers around his neck and into his hair. “Pussies.”
