When he presses his hips into mine, I feel his hard, defined bulge in his pants, sending my mind into a frenzy.
His voice has an edge to it as his darkened eyes never leave mine. “I’ll just taste its sweetness from here.” He brushes his thumb against my bottom lip, and his fingers squeeze my neck.
This isn’t meant to happen. Whatever we are is fake. He’s my rival, for goodness’ sake … but I’m not making any move to stop him as he comes closer. I’m not the only one who’s nervous at the sudden space lost between us. My heart clenches at the sight of his chest moving up and down from his rapid breathing.
As if the universe is telling me to smarten up, he stops suddenly, a confused look on his face when the frickin’ doorbell rings, not only shocking us both out of our spell, but also Levi’s sister from her slumbering, who happens to spot us in our R-rated position.
CHAPTER28
AMELIA
“Start explaining yourself,” my brother demands as he paces in my room. Clearly very stressed out.
Throwing my hands up in the air, I land on my mattress between Trinity and Elijah. “I don’t know what happened. He was just there at the right moment and offered to take my mind off of what was upsetting me.”
“You couldn’t let us help you?” Leonidas scoffs, looking at me like I’m crazy. “You had to run away with him and ignore our worried phone calls for literally hours!”
“I didn’t mean to ignore your phone calls, but you’re acting like I was gone for days—”
“In my mind, it might as well have been days. My sister ran out of the fucking studio and didn’t even take our car. God, I thought you had been kidnapped. You can’t just fucking run away like that. I don’t give a shit if you’re upset. You let us all be upset with you,” Leonidas growls, voice thick with anger and fear.
I didn’t think twice before leaving with Levi. That’s what he does to me. He makes me lose all my common sense. And the only way I thought I was going to escape my father’s cruel words was by taking his hand and following him into the deep end.
And I was right.
“Baby”—Trinity sits up—“let’s not dwell on the past. She’s okay, and we know that now. Let’s move on.”
I turn my head, and Elijah gives me a soft smile before wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
“Our life doesn’t allow us to just run away like that without horrible outcomes. Why do you think we always travel around in a pack or have bodyguards? Because there’s always a possibility of getting mobbed.”
I can practically see the steam coming out of his ears.
“Well, I’m safe!” I yell back at my brother. “I was with Levi and his little sister, for God’s sake.”
“And that’s the cherry on top.” His laugh is full of sarcasm as he stops at the foot of my bed and muses, “You think you being near him would relieve my anxiety?” He shakes his head with an annoyed smile on his face. “I want him nowhere near you when he doesn’t have to be.”
“Leonidas, dude, calm down.” Elijah raises his voice and sends our brother a warning glance. “No need to cause her any more stress than she’s already felt today.”
“Never tell an emotional man to calm down,” Trinity whispers over to Elijah, not thinking her boyfriend will hear. But he definitely does. Then, she turns to face the werewolf standing in the middle of the room. “And I agree with Elijah. Take a breather, babe.”
“I don’t need to take a breather. I need my sister to think clearly.”
“I am thinking clearly.” I run a hand down my face. “Levi wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.”
“How do you know that? Do you know him well?”
“You’re acting like he’s a psychopath, and, yes, I know more than you do.”
What’s going through his mind? I understand he’s mad, but it’s not like I was seen kissing Levi when it wasn’t necessary.
“He’s our rival, Amelia.” His eyes capture mine, the swirl of his orbs darkening. “Have you forgotten that, or is he sucking you in, just like I thought he would?”
Sitting up, I send him a matching glare. “No, I haven’t forgotten he’s our competition. But unlike you, I’m forced to spend time with him. So, we might as well be civil with each other to make this easier because it’s already hard.”
I’m not one to love fighting. It takes too much out of me. Our back-and-forth bickering for months was enough for me.
“He doesn’t want what’s best for you. I’m telling you right now. He’s going to use you,” he rasps before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him.
