Free Crave by Ayden K Morgen Page A

wide, dilated from the weed. I'll never understand why she likes that shit so much, but whatever. She's grown. Not mine to control.
    "No one's on the second floor," she murmurs.
    "Good. Make sure no one follows me."
    "They won't." Marissa shrugs a shoulder as if this is a foregone conclusion, already turning back to Marcus.
    I eye Trinity again, watching how she moves to the beat. The sway of her hips isn't overtly sexual, but subtly sensual. She's a natural, sexy without even trying. Does she even know how stunning she is? I don't know, but I want her. The artlessness. The sensuality. I need both, desperation to get lost for a little while clawing through me.
    "Trey."
    "Hmm?"
    "Be careful with her. She's not like us, you know?"
    "I know." I don't want someone like me. I need a fucking break from this world. Something soft. Good.
    Fuck, I need her .
    I stride across the expanse of the room, everyone moving out of my way without question, and draw to a stop in front of her. Her green eyes flicker across my face. Her smile slips, the tip of her tongue darting out and then disappearing into her sweet mouth again.
    "Trinity," I say her name softly, loving the way it sounds on my lips.
    I love it even more when she murmurs my name in response.
    "How are you?" I ask, pitching my voice low as the crowd around us leans in, trying to catch words that don't belong to their ears and never will. None are stupid enough to invade the bubble of space around us though.
    Trinity's dance slows, but she doesn't speak.
    "Are you enjoying yourself?"
    "I guess." She lets her hair fall from her hands.
    That same scent from before – rich, warm honey – wafts around her as the curls fall in thick waves across her back. The desire to see that dark mass spread across my pillows twists through me.
    My cock jerks in my pants.
    "Do you dance?" she asks.
    "Ah, no." I frown, shaking my head, caught off guard by the question.
    "Oh." She purses her lips and rakes her gaze over my form. Her eyes narrow. Shrugging, she holds a hand out toward me.
    I arch a brow.
    "Dance anyway." She grins at me, molten fire burning in her gaze.
    The beast growls at the mischievous smile lighting her up from the inside out.
    I take her hand, biting back a sigh at the feel of her soft skin on mine. It's heat, energy, innocence... something no one else in this room will ever be able to offer me. A warm rush hums along my skin, simultaneously enticing and soothing the beast.
    "For you," I murmur. "I'll dance for you."
    She smiles again, nodding.
    I pull her body up against mine, my hands sliding easily around her waist. Hers land upon my shoulders, fingers lacing together behind my neck. As if on cue, the music fades around us before starting up again, something slower this time.
    We sway together, her body brushing mine in a way that makes the beast virtually purr from the light contact. Her scent surrounds me, a fresh cloud making me ache to bury my face in her hair and stay there. I keep my eyes on her face instead, watching her.
    She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, her gaze roving over my face as if memorizing it. "You're not very scary," she says suddenly.
    "No?" I can't help but chuckle at her statement.
    She shakes her head. "The way everyone always talks…."
    "Little people say a lot of things, Trinity," I murmur, glancing around us to illustrate my point. Low conversation has resumed throughout the room, but furtive, jealousy-laced glances bounce in our direction a little too often. By the end of the night, ten different rumors about us will spread, not a single one of them anywhere close to the truth.
    "Do they?" Trinity appears to think about this for a minute before shrugging a shoulder and answering her own question. "I guess so."
    "Half the women in this room hate you right now."
    "Oh? Why's that?"
    "You're beautiful," I answer simply, honestly. "They think that makes you a threat." I know differently. There is no threat where there is no competition.