I gently pull away and open my eyes to find her already staring at me, lips swollen, and eyes glazed.
Fuck yeah, if I can make her look like that ninety percent of the time from now on, that’ll be grand, and I put it on my daily check list.
Kiss Willow stupid.
It’s a primal sort of feeling that unfurls in my chest, something possessive and dark that’s now been unleashed.
I’ve always been dangerous, it’s who I am but the sense that overcomes every nerve inside of my body can only be described as deadly.
It makes me realize how easily I would destroy anyone who dares touch her, or even looks at her wrong.
Is this how it was for Malakai with Olivia? This unhinged feeling?
This fucking crazy?
I didn’t know and I didn’t give a shit if it was normal, all I know is that I am prepared to go to war for her.
I will pay any price to keep her.
Noise floods back in, the booming music and chatter all around us and then with a squeal from a voice I’ve fucking missed since she’s been gone so long, my sister stands up and yells, “Oh my god! Are you twotogether!?”
Chapter Twenty
Iwince with the light filtering in through the gap in the curtains, throwing my arm across my face to try and shield myself from it.
I drank way too much last night and with the headache knocking at my temples, my brain thinks so too. My mouth is drier than the desert, and my body feels sore, muscles protesting from the hours I spent on the dance floor with the girls while the guys watched from their booth in the VIP section.
Untangling myself from the sheets and squinting my eyes, I start to roll toward the edge of the mattress, needing to use the bathroom and desperate for water and pain pills, but a thick arm is suddenly around my waist, tugging me back.
“Five more minutes, Red.” Sebastian rumbles sleepily. I flick my eyes toward him, laid out on his front, bare back and all that tan skin and rolling muscle bared for me to feast my eyes upon but not even he could convince me not to go to the bathroom.
I’m not even sure I took my makeup off last night, hell I don’t even remember making it home.
“I need water.”
Grumbling but keeping his arm on me, he stretches over the bedside cabinet beside him and grabs a bottle of water and then some pills, handing them over.
“Take these, drink your water and then lay down so I can cuddle my girl.”
“Never pegged you to be a snuggler, Bast,” I tease, uncapping the water and popping the pills into my mouth, chasing them down with a swig.
He grunts something inaudible and once the cap is firmly back in place, he yanks me back. I smack against his body with an oof, and then he’s burying his face into my neck and inhaling deeply. I stifle my cringe because I doubt I smell all that great right now.
Bits and pieces from last night filter in, dancing, drinking, Savannah getting onto one of the tables to give the whole club a show but then getting dragged down by a very angry Killian. That was fun to watch.
And the kiss and the many kisses after.
Sebastian changed something between us last night.It’s one thing everyone knowing, it’s an entirely different thing showing it off. But fuck, he claimed me in front of everyone, kissed me until I lost my damn mind and then kept doing it.
No one batted an eyelid at it, like they all expected this to happen, except maybe Savannah but then she’s barely been around for the past few months and while I really like Savvy and class her as a friend now, I couldn’t exactly go into all the sordid details with her like I could with Olivia since it is her brother I am fucking.
I let Bast hold me for a few more minutes before I start to squirm against him, my bladder needing relief. He grumbles unhappily, words failing him in his sleepy state, and it is truly a battle to get him to let go.
“I have to use the bathroom!” I claw at his arm, “Bast I might actually pee my pants!”
“You’re not wearing any pants,” He rasps, opening one eye which glints playfully, “Or any underwear for that matter.”
I look down at myself and see I’m wearing a black shirt, buttoned all the way to my neck.
