Chapter 68

Theo's POV Without saying a word, I bent down and picked Claire up, throwing her over my shoulder in one fluid motion that drew gasps and laughter from the nearby club patrons. She squealed in surprise, her hands pressing against my back as I carried her away from the dance floor with determined strides. "Theo!" she squealed, though I could hear the breathless excitement underlying her embarrassment. "Put me down! Everyone's staring!" "Let them stare," I growled, my grip on her legs firm and possessive as I navigated through the crowd. The primitive satisfaction of claiming her so publicly, of making it crystal clear to every male in that club that she belonged to me, coursed through my veins like fire. I could see Bob and Raquel at our table, Bob grinning widely at my caveman display while Raquel covered her mouth in shocked amusement. I gave them a brief nod that conveyed we were leaving for the evening before continuing my march toward the exit. "This is so embarrassing," Claire mum