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  1. Levi rolled his eyes as the humor showing in Tempest face. He should have known better, but he couldn't help but be dominate himself. It didn't bother him thought, he just let it go and a smirk with his own hint of a laugh danced across his face. He loved how she thinks that he has to work for it, the position they are in, he could just take it at any moment, but he plays along with her silly little display of her own dominance. Levi wasn't a switch, he didn't have a submissive bone in his body, but he would play along just to get her going. So, Levi grabs his cock and using it to start to rub up and down her slick pussy, making the head of his cock wet, as he teased her clit with his head. Letting out a small moan as it teased his own sensitive head. Grabbing her inner thigh with his free hand, he squeezes, staring Tempest down, wondering how he was going to get her to beg. That's when a cry rang out so loud, he could hear it over the parties bustling noises. Levi abruptly stops what he is doing, the cry was Novalie, he didn't have to see her, he knew her voice. His mind started to race, as he started to get up Tempest grabbed his hand, his glare shoots back at her, his instincts kicking in as her demeanor seemed to change. "Getting wild?!" he questioned with anger in his voice "That was my little sister that just cried out, I am going to her" he says as he pulls his hands from her. Standing to his feet, his erection not going away, he could feel the push of the lust building from that drink. It made him hesitate for just a moment, and even though his body was betraying him right now, he was angry and worried and needed to get out to his sister. "I don't know what you have to do with this, but I know you, and I'm sure this is your fault" he tells her, he couldn't be a hundred percent, but his gut was telling him with the way she changed trying to hold him, it told him something was definitely wrong. "You better hope she is ok" he threatens, his voice sharp and husky as he pulls his pants up, tucking himself. Walking toward the door, he hesitated again "damn" he mutters under his breath, the pull of the punch was still strong, trying to resist it was really hard.
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