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“What the fuck was that?” I wave my hand in the direction of the party going on beyond the closed door.
I don’t know why I’m so angry. It’s stupid to be jealous of Damien Thorne, but I am.
I fucking am.
“I’m not yours, Tarian. You’ve made that quite clear. Why would you be concerned if someone else kisses me?” Grecia asks.
The moment I’ve been putting off for so long has arrived. It’s time to either admit my feelings for Grecia or push her into the arms of another man, a man I know will only use her.
Would I be any better for her?
I won’t give her a happily ever after.
“Tarian, I’m not playing these games with you anymore,” Grecia says, and I see the shimmering emotion in her hazel eyes.
I know I’ve hurt her by pushing her away. And by fighting off anyone else who shows an interest in her, I’m confusing Grecia. If I’m being honest, I’m confusing myself too. I’m no longer sure whether our relationship is platonic or ever can be again. After what happened on the plane, when I nearly lost control and kissed her, the tension between us has skyrocketed.
“I don’t want you with him or with anyone else for that matter,” I confess.
“Why, Tarian?” she pushes. “Tell me fucking why, or I swear to God, I will go out there right now and fuck him or someone else.”
Rage clouds my vision, and closing the distance between us, I grip Grecia’s shoulders tightly. My fingers dig into her smooth, tanned flesh.
“Don’t you fucking dare do that.”
“Why?!” she screams in anger and frustration. “Tarian! If you don’t?—”
“You are fucking mine, Grecia!”
The boom of my voice bounces wildly between us and against the tiled walls of the bathroom. Then it slowly reverberates through my chest and into hers, and a shocked gasp tumbles from her perfect lips.
Grecia opens her mouth, and I expect her to rant at me, but she doesn’t speak. Her expression is filled with a mix of desire and confusion. Then pain sparks in her eyes, and I half expect her to tell me to leave.
“You’re mine,” I tell her once more, but this time with less anger.
Instead, I cup her cheeks in my palms and allow my true feelings for her to emanate from my voice, hoping she’ll say something in return.
She feels so warm. So soft and delicate.
She’s fragile, but she’s also fierce.
“My sweet goddess,” I whisper as I lean in and press the tip of my nose against hers.
Our gazes are locked, the intensity stealing my breath away. But I don’t care, because I’ve finally accepted the truth—I want to lose myself inside Grecia Birchwood, to be one with her, and I want to stay there until I’m no longer broken and war-torn.
“Tarian,” she utters, and my name sounds strained coming from her lips, as if she’s saying it for the first time.
There’s no going back now. I’m no longer her friend…I’m something so much more.
“Grecia.” I whisper her name in response as my tongue darts out to taste her.
Sucking her lower lip into my mouth, I allow my teeth to graze the plump flesh, and I recall the moment on the plane when I bit her and tasted the flavor of her life force for the first time.
Releasing her lip, I tell her, “I kept fighting this. I kept pushing you away because I’m no good for you, Grecia. I’m so fucking broken.”
“Aren’t all broken things more beautiful because of the light that shines through their fractured pieces?” she asks, challenging me like I know she loves to do.
I can’t help but smile as I gently press my mouth to hers. The heat searing through me from the fusion of our mouths has my cock hard. I’m so ready to take her, to finally fucking claim her, but not here.
