He grips the front of my collared shirt and gently pushes me until my back hits the wood paneling behind me in the front hallway.
All of the other guys are still in the living room or making their way toward the back of the house, but Sev doesn’t seem to give a damn if we’re in private or not.
“You’re saucy tonight,” I tell him as he leans over and sucks a slow, wet kiss at the nape of my neck. I arch my back a little under his touch.
“I would have hurt him for you,” he murmurs, and when he stares up at me, there’s a white-hot fire in the grey of his eyes. “Are you aware of that? I didn’t hurt him, but I wish I did.”
“Thorne?”
“Him. Or anyone who ever tries to fuck with you again,” Sev says in a low voice that’s close to a growl. “Still can’t fucking believe he had the nerve to do that. Totryto hold any power over you.”
“Well, he’s gone.”
“I’m never letting that happen to you again. Ever.”
I bite my lower lip and he hums a little, bringing his thumb up to slide it over my lip when I release it.
“What’s with you tonight, Sev?” I murmur.
His gaze smolders. “Maybe I’m pent-up. And maybe I want to take it out on you.”
My cock throbs beneath my pants.
Why is that so goddamn good?
“Fuck, that is hot, Sev.”
“I need you. Right now.”
I run my fingertips up the front of his shirt and onto his exposed skin. “I’ve never had anyone like me this much.”
“Fuck, I feel like I could explode right now,” he says.
I hold his gaze. “Then come take it out on me. Upstairs.”
He lets out a long, slow sigh, his eyes going a little wide. “You sure you’re ready for that, baby?”
“I’ve been fucking ready for it all night.”
He grips my arm and pulls me toward the staircase like he’s a lion bringing back prized prey. Someone calls out to us from the kitchen as they see us walking down the hall.
“Going to play some poker, you guys in?”
“Not now,” Sev tosses back, and as I follow him up the stairs, I slide my palm up below his jacket, running it over the small of his back through the soft fabric of his shirt.
This is what I’ve been seeing in his mood all night, I realize.
Something feral.
He’s so pent-up he’s almost ravenous, and the idea of himneedingto take that out on me is making my cock even harder as he pulls me into my room.
He kicks the door closed behind us and his mouth is on mine again. He’s pulling at my shirt buttons, undoing them one by one. I’m taking off my belt at the same time, stripping it away and tossing it to the side, shoving off the rest of my clothes.
“Need your skin on mine,” he says.
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
He crushes his lips to mine as I help him undo his own pants soon after. He refuses to stop kissing me even as he’s fumbling to get his clothes off, and we stumble further into the room until I fall to the floor, breathless underneath him.