Fighter {Completed}

Chapter Fifty-Four: Dance For Me, Baby {Cole}

Chapter Fifty-Four: Dance For Me, Baby {Cole}

She doesn't move for several moments, only staring at me.

The alcohol makes me feel hotter than I am; her stare does nothing to help. Emerald orbs drag down my body, from my face to my neck to my arms and all the way down. It sets a trail of fire ablaze as I wait for her to come to me.

I tilt my head, raising a brow.

Am I going to have to come get you myself, Ellie?

Her eyes widen for a split second, before she begins walking toward me. Even in the darkness, the flashing of the strobe lights and lasers, I can see the blush on her cheeks. I can smell her scent as she's near, sweat mixed with something rosy, something sweet like chocolate that has my insides stirring.

It has something else stirring, too.

As I redirect my mind back to the dancing queen in front of me, my anger spikes quickly, jealousy making my nostrils flare.

"How's your new friend?" I ask her. A small, sweet smile crosses her lips, trouble written in the gesture.

"He's great. How are you?"

He won't be too great when I tear his hands off, now will he, sweetheart?

"Just peachy, sweetheart."

The words instantly take me back to the King estate, when I'd heard Ellie talking about Sebastian and almost choked to death on my drink. It feels like so long ago now, even though it's only been a couple of months. I'd said the same thing even though I was anything but peachy. I was a jealous man then and I'm a jealous man now.

"What's his name?"

"Walker," she drawls, grinning. Her green eyes are alight with mischief, something I know is attributed to the alcohol in her system. It makes her brave enough to taunt me, to tease me. She gives another secretive smile, rolling her eyes as she turns back to the floor, about to leave me.

Quick as possible, I pull her back by her arm, spinning her into my chest and placing my lips on hers.

I don't bother holding back, even with the numbers of people around us.

Let them look.

Let them all see.

I want them all to know she's mine.

Only mine.

Ellie pushes herself away after a few moments, face clouded in blush from both shock and need. It's a familiar look, she's made the same face, had the same emotions for a little while now, ever since we'd worked things out, especially after the other night in her room.

I recognize it immediately, much to my own enjoyment.

I'd seen it on other girls before, many, many times and it's always been only slightly enticing.

But Ellie?

Fucking hell, when Ellie's eyes swim with desire, I restrain myself from dragging her to the nearest secluded spot and sating both of our needs. Especially now, when I know that guy is waiting for her on the dance floor. I can see him licking his chops, waiting to move in for the kill.

I swear to God.

Touch her... just once... See what happens.

As if hearing me, the guy, Walker, locks eyes with me over Ellie's shoulder, his own burning with jealousy the same way mine had only moments before. I smirk, pulling her even closer as I watch his eyes rake over her. Chest to chest, Ellie's heart pounds so hard I can feel it.