Page 47 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

It takes about fifteen to twenty minutes before her heart rate becomes steadier as she falls into a slumber. I close my own eyes, resisting the urge to lean against her hand that remains on the back of my neck.

The cold is beginning to creep into my bones, but I try not to focus on it, hoping I can get some sleep myself. But it refuses to come to me, and I find myself replaying her dream on repeat, trying to pick up on things we may have missed.

A soft sigh comes from her as she stirs, making me turn my head slightly, and I make the mistake of looking at her. She’s reverted to her demon form, her glamour gone. My eyes move of their own free will, trailing over her, knowing exactly what’s beneath that blanket. Her plush lips are slightly parted, and my throat suddenly feels dry.

I feel myself harden, a tent forming in my pants, and I jerk away from the bed, my eyes blazing as my wolf comes forward, his possessive growl emanating through my head.

He wants her.

And he’s fighting me for control. My heart thuds as I turn my back on her. I’ve never felt my wolf so out of control as he has been since I marked her, to the point I fear my fucking control might shatter. I know that an alpha wolf is more primal, but I’ve always prided myself on my control, and right now the urge to pin her to that bed and fuck her brains out is all I can think of.

And it’s fucking terrifying.

I force myself back on the ground, leaning back against the bed just as I had, feeling her fingers brush my neck as they did before, allowing her that contact in case she needs it.

I won’t be sleeping tonight… Fuck!

My wolf prowls in my mind, and I can almost hear his irritation, as if wanting to know why I’m being firm on my stance… I stare at the far wall, clenching my jaw.

I refuse to let myself go down that path. I put my walls up, forcing my wolf behind them. I feel his power surge against my own will, but ultimately, the emotions within me win, and I block him out.

Exhaling, I lean my head back against the bed and close my eyes, hoping to get some sleep.

Sleep finally came, only to be woken up suddenly by a knock on my door. I’m about to jerk upright, only to realise I can’t move thanks to the vice grip on my hair.

What the fuck?

I touch my head, and sure enough, Sienna is holding onto it, and not just a gentle hold; her fingers are tangled in so tightly, just as she would when I was eating her out.

I don’t need that image now; I glance down, and my dick is already hard.

“What is it?” I ask, my voice rough as I glance at the time; it’s only 6.00 am

Sienna moans, and I twist, clamping my hand over her mouth. Her eyes fly open, sleep still coating them.

“Jayce, I know she’s fucking in there; open this door!” Uncle Alejandro growls.

Fuck! I curse silently.

“How about no?” I challenge. What am I? Ten? Sienna seems to realise her hand is in my hair and lets go. Her cheeks flush as I remove my own hand from her mouth.

“Don’t test me, fucker,” Uncle Alejandro growls back.

Sienna sits up quickly and fixes her top that’s sliding off her shoulder, her curls tumbling in front of her face, still a little out of it and looking so fucking perfect.

I glance down at the tent in my pants, but since he wants to be a dickhead, he can enjoy the fucking view.

Pissed off, I grab a cigarette and lighter before I yank the door open to reveal a glowering Alejandro.

“What do you want?” I ask coldly.

He looks between us, raising a brow, before he sighs. I’m sure he can fucking smell that nothing happened; either way, it’s none of his fucking business.

“There’s been some activity at the dome. Mikhail thinks there may be a chance for something to appear; we should prepare. We’re about to head out soon.”

“We already know what’s in there, and that’s why she’s in here,” I say as I light my cigarette and take a drag.

He grunts as he looks at Sienna, whose cheeks are burning.