Page 2 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

“Unlike you wolves, I do not need as much sleep,” he says, his thick Russian accent dragging out each syllable strongly, making the words heavier.

“Meaning you couldn’t sleep,” I state, glancing at the pulsating wall several metres away.

A faint, humourless smile curves his lips, sharp and controlled. “Nyet, I could not,” he says. A violent gust scatters snow in sheets, and I feel the pulse of the dome respond beneath my boots. “Stay alert; there has been a lot of activity from the dome today.”

I nod. “Let’s hope so.” If I’m able to identify one myself, I can see if it’s one that is mentioned in the Book of Beasts.

He cocks a brow. “Well, it will depend on whether we can keep it alive long enough for you to get a look at it,” he says, the faintest hint of a challenge in his eyes.

“Yeah.”

He nods before he walks away, vanishing into the fog.

The Wastelands are silent again, save for the pulsating. But beneath the snow, beneath the ice, beneath the night itself, they are moving, they are waiting, and each passing moment is bringing us closer to the moment they are ready.

Heat

Sienna

Igrit my teeth, my body spasming with excruciating pain as I grip one of the injections Leo has provided for me. Injections that will help with my heat. I jab it straight into my arm, feeling icy coldness wash through me, forcing my burning body to drop in temperature. I curl up on my bed, trying to calm my pounding heart. I’m struggling to breathe through the pain.

Breathe…

The pain eases a little, but even if the pain is tolerable, I feel extremely horny, and all I can think of is Jayce: the way he feels pressed against me, the memory of his lips against my skin, the way he played with my breasts, the way he fucked me.

My core throbs, and I grab a second jab and inject it into myself. My heartbeat flutters, and I exhale. The gap between each round of heat is becoming shorter, but, unfortunately, it lasts longer.

I’ve had powerful enchantments put on me to help take the edge off. To disguise the scent of my heat and to control my intense desire for sex, because the temptation to go find someone to satiate my hunger has cropped up in my mind several times in the midst of my heat, but my mind refuses to let me. I don’t want that, but I know it’s the demon blood in me; it strengthens the desire to devour any male I can get my hands on.

I lay there, muttering another spell to help with this feeling until I can breathe a little easier. I stare at the ceiling of my bedroom. I’m at the Rossi Mansion, as I return home every time I enter heat, although it’s obvious that everyone at school now knows I’m going through heat, attracting more attention than I want.

I kick off my sheets that are tangled around my ankles and slide my panties down, slipping my fingers between my pussy. My eyes flutter shut as pleasure jolts through me, but it isn’t enough. I roll onto my side and, opening my bottom drawer, take out my rose and switch it on, bringing it to my clit, the low hum doing nothing to drown out my pounding heart.

I adjust the speed, allowing pleasure to jolt through me as I imagine it’s Jayce playing with me. My Jayce, his black hair falling in his eyes, his gorgeous green eyes filled with desire as he leans over me and slips his tongue into my mouth. The way he tastes…

I moan, my back arching as another wave of pain and pleasure rushes through me.

I bite my lip, tasting blood as I feel my body tense, my senses heightening. I gasp as my core throbs, and I picture Jayce ramming into me, sweat trickling down his perfect body as he rolls those hips, his abs flexing oh so- fuck!

Pleasure tears through me as my orgasm explodes inside of me, sending wave after wave of pure bliss through me.

My eyes sting with white-hot needles, but I don’t stop, riding out my high, a soft, breathless whimper escaping me. I drop onto my back; the small moment of reprieve won’t last long, but… I’ve been in heat for a week… It should be over soon, right?

I drag myself out of bed, needing a soak in an icy bath. The ice is already in the water, a spell keeping the temperature low. I strip out of my cami as it’s all I was left wearing, and climb into the tub, resting my back against the side.

I take a deep breath, the cold biting into me. Now that the heat has eased up for a bit, my mind wanders to the offer Jayce had made. An offer I have been tempted to take him up on so many times, but my pride simply won’t allow me to.

It was the first time Jayce and I actually had a proper conversation after my return from the Gods’ Realm. The few times I tried to talk to him before, he had brushed me off.

“Sienna.” I freeze as I turn, looking down the Academy hallway. My heart is pounding as none other than Jayce stands there, his eyes cold, his face as emotionless and hostile as it was back before we got together.

“Yes?” I ask, hating that my voice sounds so soft and vulnerable even.

“A word,” he says coldly, before turning and testing two doors; the second one opens, and he steps inside. I step into the small classroom and close the door behind me. He’s by the window, arms crossed, looking out as if simply seeing me disgusts him. It might, too. But I also know he still cares – some part of him, past the hatred, past the hurt.

“What is it?” I ask, breaking the silence.

His chiselled jaw ticks, that dimple appearing, as he turns his eyes on me. “I marked you, which means soon you’ll go into heat.”