Page 23 of The Claiming

One of the guys has taken the machine beside her and constantly stares across, hoping to catch her eye.

I’ve heard the whispers about the newest kid in college. Cassie stands out from the rest and it won’t be long before some other guy makes his move. Jack’s arrival has set that back a little—for the other guys, anyway.

As I head over, I glare at the guy running beside her who takes the hint and stops the machine, slinking back into the shadows where he belongs.

Rather than take his place, I stop at the head of her machine and lean against it, a move that diverts her attention instantaneously.

I chuckle at the glare she throws me as she removes her ear buds and slows the machine to a fast walk.

“Do you want something?” She snaps and I reward her with a lustful gleam in my eye as I openly drag my gaze the length of her, noting the lycra stretched tight against her tits, perspiration running in a valley down her breasts.

“Gross.” She fires back, causing me to smile.

“Well, you asked.”

She walks at a steady pace.

“So, why are you here?”

“The Claiming.”

She shrugs. “I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because–” She sighs and stops the machine. “Because I want to see the place for myself first. I mean–”

She reaches for her water bottle and takes a large gulp.

“What fool agrees to the unknown? I would require a visit to the dungeon to check out the route and confirm there is an escape and not just a figment of your imagination.”

“I don’t lie.”

“It may be true, but I don’t know that. If I believe I stand a fighting chance, then yeah, it could be fun, but until then I’m signing up for nothing.”

“So, come and check it out. I have nothing to hide.”

“What, now?”

Her eyes widen and I nod, loving the control I already have over her and she doesn’t even realize. I will always have what she wants, and so a tour of the dungeon will be a pleasurable way to pass the morning, especially when she is dressed like that.

“Okay.”

The challenge in her eyes feeds my desire, and I heave off from the machine and nod toward the door.

“After you.”

She grabs her water bottle and heads to the door, once again giving me the pleasure of studying her ass.

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As we crossthe campus toward the perimeter, we attract curious attention from the students nearby. They stare at Cassie in awe, probably wondering if we’re an item because I never walk with girls. Why would I?

“So, how did you find out about this dungeon?” She asks, her curiosity bigger than her disdain for me.

“My father told me about it.”

“Siri told me he went here and it’s where he met your mother.”

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