Page 116 of Claimed By a King

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snap at them, and they all shake their heads like I’ve pulled them out of a trance. “Fucking hell. Are you all hard for Barrett fucking Marx?”

When Stretch glances down at his crotch to check if his dick is hard, I roll my eyes and turn to the Cunts.

“Can we get some Cunt action over here to satisfy these fuckers?”

Rose grins, bouncing up from her chair and skipping over as Izzy and Cilla follow.

Approaching Alana and Beth who are still sitting at the table, I realize we are running short of available cunt.

“Slasher.” I bark, turning back to look at my VP. “Just reconfirming Alana’s is no longer free game?”

“Anyone tries to touch her and I’ll gut them.” He snaps, making me smirk.

Possessive bastard.

I know how he feels.

Turning my eyes to Beth, I stare at her silently for a long moment, watching her shrink back in her chair.

“Gray, do you have to be so intimidating to my girls?” Zoe snaps, and I eye my princess briefly, biting back a smirk.

I fucking love it when she challenges me in front of everyone. It shows her courage, but also, it makes my dick hard, eager to remind her who’s boss behind closed doors. She’s not ready for that yet, but she knows what challenging me means. I’ll keep each account stored in my brain for a raincheck.

“When they aren’t standing up to their duties, then yes,” I remark, ignoring her death glare as I turn back to Beth.

“Why are you still sitting here instead of entertaining the men?” I ask her, and her lips thin like she’s willing them not to speak.

“Maybe she’s on her period,” Zoe snaps, like the mention of her monthly bleed will make me uncomfortable.

It doesn’t.

“She still has a mouth.” I point out and I don’t miss the way Zoe’s mouth drops open in disgust.

This is fun. Stirring her.

I pull out a chair and sit down next to Beth, leaning my forearms on my thighs as I shift close to her.

“I asked you a question. And for the record, there’s no wrong answer, but I do expect one.”

Beth’s worried eyes dart to Alana and Zoe before landing back on me, and she leans in closer.

“I know we aren’t meant to get feelings for the men. I know I’m here to help look after them, and the girls and show support, and offer myself, which I never minded… until…”

“Until?” I cock a brow and she glances across the room to the bar. Not to where some of the men sit, but behind it, to where a certain prospect is hooking up the TV.

I chuckle. “You have a thing for Titch?”

Her cheeks go red, and she shakes her head even as her words contradict the action. “Yes, but I know it’s wrong and I know he hasn’t even been patched in yet, so I shouldn’t be—”

“Titch!” I yell over the sound of laughter coming from the Cruz Cunts entertaining the men at the bar, and Beth flinches back.

“It’s not his fault.” Beth cries but I ignore her, watching Titch step down off the ladder and stroll over to us.

“Prez?” he asks, looking a little nervous, his eyes darting to Beth. He doesn’t have to say anything. I can see how much he cares for her.

I feel kind of shit that we haven’t made time to patch him in yet. He deserved it months ago, but I’ve been too fucking consumed with needing to find Zoe and figure out how to lead the club with Rocco standing down that it honestly slipped my mind.

“She your girl?” I ask, and even though his eyes look concerned, he puffs his chest out and nods.

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