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“I want to fuck him whilst he fucks her,” Rex says almost dreamily beside me, his bare arm brushing mine as his chest inflates with his deep inhale, an unlit spliff clenched delicately between his thin pink lips.
It's a familiarity, that. The way we can touch, look at each other, be there for one another. We've been together since we were so young.

Lynx speaks soft words over Poppy's parted lips, her chest rising and falling in dramatically fast movements. Her breasts lifting, lifting, lifting, and then she exhales and her spine bows and her free hand moves unconsciously, clinging onto the soft cotton collar of Lynx's black shirt, fisting it in her purple painted fingers.

“I want her,” he breathes, biting his lip as it curls up into a smirk.
King says nothing. His steely gray eyes zeroed in on her, but still, his expression gives him away. The aggressor in him unable to hide his own reaction to the girl. Soured, cold rage. Putrid and dark, but it's the little glint in his narrowed eyes that makes my own heart thud.
And then he says sinisterly, “Me too.”

She turns her chin back over her shoulder, flicking her unusual lilac-blue gaze between the three of us and shakes her head. Dismissing us with nothing more than a cold, blank look.
“Oh, fuck me,” Rex hushes, rubbing the heel of his hand over his cock before grabbing it harshly and squeezing it through the fabric of his sweats.

Her eyes going dead, like she just shut herself down. She stands from King's lap in one fluid movement. And all three of us watch her, not trying to stop her as she stalks away, rejoining the group of girls she arrived, not ten minutes ago, with. All of them instantly huddling around her, handing her another drink, whispering and giggling as they glance between her and us.

Poppy, on the other hand, glares at him like she's imagining his death in an endless amount of violent ways, perhaps even considering the most effective to commit right now. Then she blinks.

“It's Your Majesty,” she says with a half snarl, top lip curling up and over her teeth.
For long seconds neither one of them moves. I can't see Rex's face with the angle he's leaning at, but I can imagine the hedonistic glint in his green eyes because she just set some sort of challenge in his mind.

Poppy leans forward, Rex moving at the same time, meeting her in the middle, their noses almost touching, my gaze and King's following the pair like we couldn’t possibly look away.
“And next time you address me,” she whispers just loud enough for us to hear her over the music.

“They don't have schools in England, your Royal Highness?” he drawls mockingly, dragging the words out like he doesn't give a fuck about her answer, he just wants someone to irritate.
“They do,” she blinks, like he's stupid, and King swallows another mouthful of beer, using the glass bottle to hide his amusement.

“Easy, Kitten, it was just a question,” he chuckles darkly, dropping a hand onto my thigh, his fingers squeezing.
“To go to school, what else would I be doing here?” she arches a brow then too, mimicking his expression, daring him to ask more.
She very clearly isn't interested in this little 'get to know Poppy session'.
Raiden sips his beer, hiding a smirk and I glance at her then, waiting for Rex's comeback.