Page 40 of Anaki

While I acted completely shocked by the whole act, I knew damn well where this was going. Locke was going to eat his Luna out on the bar while everyone watched. Well, if they dared to watch. I wasn’t going to, because that was my future sister-in-law, and I had a little more respect than that.

As I continued to pour the tequila slowly over Emm’s leg so it would dribble down to her toes and Locke could lick it up to her pussy, I glanced up at the second-floor balcony where Elena stood wide eyed.

Was she staring at her sister or me?

Hopefully me, because seeing your sister getting eaten out by her boyfriend would have been weird.

Elena’s face heated when I put two of my fingers into the stream of alcohol. I brought them to my lips and spread my fingers, sensually lickingbetween them.

She bit on her bottom lip, her fingers digging into the banister. I tried to hold back a smile, trying to be sexy as hell and hold back the massive erections in my pants.

Compression shorts don’t fail me now.

A fellow bartender tapped my shoulder, handing me a lime. “Open.” I barked at Emm and she opened her mouth so I could place the lime in it for Locke to suck the juices from her lips.

My pants felt bearably tight while I waited for my president to finish their weird courting ritual.

I kept my leg up against Emm’s back while Locke put more pressure into her body and ravished her. I dared to look back up at Elena, smelling her scent above all others in the bar.

I didn’t want anyone to have smelled her, to know she was there, an unclaimed human above the bar watching the debauchery below.

My dragon’s pheromones grew without my permission, and I snarled at the men beside me.

It didn’t affect Locke, he was powerful even if he hadn’t mated Emm yet.

My dragon was on his last thread of patience to go feral for her.

Claim.

It felt like ages passed until Locke took Emm off the bar. Elena disappeared from sight, and that was when I knew I needed to leave.

I patted the bartender on the shoulder next to me. He jumped away in fear. My brow furrowed, and my dragon roared inside me.

Shit, I forgot he gets pissy.

I grabbed my phone and got out of there, ready to meet Elena at the spiral staircase. Beretta blocked her to keep her out of sight from her sister and pushed her down a hallway.

“Have fun,” Beretta smirked and walked into the bar. Elena grabbed meby the arm and pushed me against the wall.

Holy shit!

“What was that?” Fire blazed in her eyes when she looked at me.

Was she mad? She was hot when she was mad.

“I was working.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Like what I do?”

She growled at me and crossed her arms. “I don’t like you dancing in front of other girls. I don’t like you being all…” She waved her arms in front of me and grunted.

“Sweaty? Oily?” I rubbed my hands up and down my body, flexing my muscles as I did.

“You oiled?” she gasped.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, makes me shiny. It’s more appealing. The women like it.”

Elena growled again.

“Aw, are you jealous, Mama?” I cooed and stepped forward. I brushed a pretty, brown tendril of hair behind her ear.

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