Page 130 of Claimed By a King

“You like the way I touch you, Mama?” Her voice is husky with lust as she presses close behind Zoe again and glides her hands over Zoe’s hips and up to rest under the swell of her tits.

“Yes.” Zoe breathes and Alana presses her nose into the column of Zoe’s neck.

“Fuck,” Slasher mutters quietly next to me, and for a fucking moment, I forgot he was here.

“Can I touch your aching tits, Mama?” Alana asks before nipping at Zoe’s ear, and my princess lets her lids flutter shut, nodding.

“Yes.”

Alana’s eyes dart to mine, a silent question behind them.

“Brother,” I mutter to Slasher, not taking my eyes off the two girls before us. “I don’t mean to be a prick, but…”

Slasher growls. “You want me to leave?”

“I won’t touch her, but fuck, if Zoe wants her touch, then I can’t let you watch that.”

Painfully, I drag my eyes from the women and lock eyes with my club brother. My VP.

He glares at me. “Touch my Cunt, and there will be blood, Prez.”

“I fucking know. And I would never. There’s only one woman I ever want to touch, and right now, she can only get satisfaction from your woman.”

I can’t hide the pain in my words, and Slasher must pick up on it, nodding before he claps my shoulder. “I won’t watch, but if you think I’m not going to listen, then you’re fucking delusional.”

His smirk is sinister, and a laugh escapes me as the fucker drags himself from his seat and moves toward the girls.

Zoe’s half lidded gaze watches on, her chest rising and falling with the arousal coursing through her veins, and while Alana’s hands remain close to the underside of Zoe’s tits straining against the fabric of my tee, Slasher fists Alana’s hair and drags her head back for a searing kiss.

Not once does Zoe watch or even flinch with Slasher so close to her, her gaze remaining on me as she presses her thighs together.

When Slasher is done marking his territory, he strides out of the room, but I know he isn’t far, probably just around the corner, dick in hand, ready to listen.

“Gray?” My name rolling off Zoe’s tongue is a question, so I gesture my hand with a wave in the air.

“You heard her, Alana. She gave you permission to touch her tits.”

Zoe doesn’t even have a chance to rebut as Alana’s hands immediately glide up over each swell and cup her tits before flicking her thumbs over the straining peaks through the fabric.

Crying out in response, Zoe’s thighs press together, her eyes remaining locked on me.

“You like that, Princess? Feeling your friend’s hands on you?”

“Yes,” she pants, and Alana glides her tongue up Zoe’s neck.

Fuuuuck. Zoe arches her neck to the side to give Alana better access and my hand is undoing my fucking jeans to free my dick in an instant.

“Would you like me to take your t-shirt off, Mama?” Alana asks and Zoe nods, her eyes meeting mine again.

I see the moment she realizes my cock is out, and even as Alana keeps her focus on Zoe, lifting the fabric up over her head, Zoe turns possessive.

“Alana, don’t look at Gray or his cock, or we are going to have a problem.”

Snickering, Alana nods, dropping the tee to the floor. “As you wish.”

Alana’s words are light and understanding of our possessive nature, and she steps around to stand in front of Zoe, positioning her side on so I still get a good view.

“You want her to touch your bare tits, Princess? Maybe even lick them?” I ask, and Zoe nods, dragging her attention from where I’m fisting my cock, to her friend in front of her.

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