Page 34 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
“Yeah, I get it. I’m the forbidden fruit. I’m a liability. Of course he’s not interested.”
He leans his arms on the bar. “I meant her. He’s not interested in her.”
“I’m not threatened by her,” I admit.
Because I’m not. I don’t feel like he wantsher.I feel like she’s touching what’s…. mine.
“You shouldn’t be. The way he looks at you….” He shakes his head. “I’ve known him a long time, Raven. He’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at you.” The bourbon is placed in front of him, and he hesitates. “But don’t fuck with him. If you want him, be all in. If not, don’t torment him. He’s been through enough.”
With that he hands me a glass and clinks it against mine. I follow his movement, dumping the alcohol into my mouth. There’s no mistaking the presence at my back once the liquor is sliding down my throat. Declan’s eyes lift to a spot over my head and he smirks.
“Don’t worry. I’ll run interference.” Then he winks at me again. “Happy birthday.”
Chapter twenty-five
Locke
My hands tremble. I either need to fight, shift, or be buried inside of Raven, and since this isn’t the place for me and Declan to throw out our frustrations, or for me to let my wolf go, I’m currently leading her down a hallway of the building.
“What are you doing?” She hisses.
I keep striding, passing by the stairs to the administrative wing and continue towards the elevator. When we reach it, I pause, pressing the button with my thumb before I slide out my phone and call Callum.
As soon as he answers, I bark my orders. “Second floor. East wing elevators. The left one. Cut the cameras.”
“Got it,” he clips before hanging up.
Being able to control any camera their company installs in any building from their phones is genius. We can thank Hendrix for that.
“Alright, now you’re just pissing me off,” Raven scoffs.
The elevator opens, and I tug on her hand that’s still securely in mine. When they close behind us, I press the red button to stop us as soon as it begins to descend. Spinning Raven around, I walk her back until she hits the mirror behind her.
“First of all, why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?”
“You never asked.” She lifts a shoulder. “When should I have told you? When your date’s ass was planted on your desk in class or when she was groping you in the ballroom?”
Why does it turn me on when she’s like this? Smart mouthed. Bold. Unforgiving.
“I changed my mind,” I grit out.
She lifts a perfect black eyebrow. “About?”
“You waiting for me.” I let my palm land on the outside of her thigh, teasing the bare skin between her dress and velvet black boots that have my dick already standing at attention.
“I never said I would.” Her steely blue eyes narrow. “Maybe your date will.”
A low growl vibrates in my chest as her eyes flare when I slip my hand beneath the fabric.
“I don’t want her.”
She keeps our gazes locked. Her mouth in a thin line. “Does she know?”
“That I don’t want her?” My brows furrow.
“No. About us.”
I reach up with my free hand to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “I’m not sure. But I think she’s noticed me not being able to keep my eyes off of you.”
