Page 103 of My Turn

Chapter 38

Jayce

Well, I’d fucked up. The text I was staring at right now was proof of that.

Alana:I need to talk to you.

Please. Mike tried to hurt me. I think I’m in real danger.

She was turning to Erebus for comfort instead of me. That or she was playing a game. It felt off, that was for sure. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I hadn’t made a plan for this.

I stared up at her window. All of the lights were off and she wasn’t on her phone. I thought about letting her sleep and dealing with it tomorrow, but I couldn’t do that. Her distress drew me in, demanded that I make sure she was okay. It was my entire purpose in this life.

Well, if she tried to stab me again, maybe it was karma. I’d been doing a lot of murder-y stuff lately.

With a sigh, I headed toward the building. I wasn’t feeling as confident as I had every time before. I certainly didn’t have that rush of excitement that came from feeding on her fear and pleasure in succession.

Quietly, I opened the front door. It felt dead in here. If I hadn’t seen her car outside, I would’ve thought she wasn’t home. It just felt wrong.

I ran my fingers over the island, smiling when I saw the wrappers. She’d eaten the chocolates. Quite a few of them, actually. That was a good sign, right?

Continuing down the hall, I found her door cracked. She was lying on her stomach with her face turned toward the window. Both of her hands were visible, so I knew she wasn’t holding a weapon. If one was under the pillow, I’d be prepared for it.

Resituating my mask, I kicked off my boots and knelt on the bed. With my knees on either side of her hips, I leaned down and breathed in her scent. It never got old. Just being this close made my cock stiffen. I pressed myself against her ass, which made her stir.

In her soft shorts, it was easy to move them to the side enough to plunge two fingers inside of her. She cried out and fisted the sheets. Looking at me over her shoulder, her eyes went wide. When I cocked my head, she licked her lips.

“Erebus.”

I said nothing as I stroked her tight walls. Moving my other hand underneath her, I cupped her breast. She pushed her ass backward, an easy invitation for me to do more. To take her. Fucking own her. I didn’t want this person to claim her, but she wanted him, so I’d give her that.

“You came,” she said through a moan.

“Mhm.”

“But why?”

“Because you asked.”

“I thought you were done with me.”

Grinding my teeth together, I flipped her onto her back. “If it were that simple, would I have gone through all the trouble of making you fall in love with me?”

“I’m not-”

I shushed her, running my thumb over her lips. Leaning over her, I dropped my voice to a whisper. “Why is your cunt so wet, Alana? Is it for me?”

She nodded, whimpering when I spread her wetness up to her clit. I stripped her of the shorts, then parted her lips so that I could see the tattoo.Nyx. She was Erebus’ lover and that meant she belonged to me, the god of darkness- hers and mine.

Her chest rose and fell heavily as she watched me. I met her eyes and ran my thumb over her clit. Her lips parted, making my mouth water.

“Take the mask off,” she whispered.

I paused, caught off guard. With a shake of my head, I unzipped my pants and stroked my cock, trying to ignore the pleading look in her eyes. Before I could enter her, she bent her knee and put a foot on my chest, applying pressure. I raised a brow, then realized she couldn’t see it anyway. When she pushed harder, I huffed and sat back.

Her arms twined around my neck as she sat in my lap. Her warm pussy moved down the underside of my shaft and I thrust upward, wanting more of her, all of her. She dropped her face to my neck, pushing my hood back enough to reach my skin. My eyes closed when she pressed her lips against me.

Lifting her, I positioned her over my cock. Her tongue grazed the shell of my ear just as she lowered onto me. It was agonizing to wait. I fucking needed her. I always had and always would.