Page 80 of My Turn

“He’s not a threat.”

“You wouldn’t know a wolf if it tore your fucking throat out.”

“You can’t keep me away from everybody,” she managed to get out between her moans.

“And why would you think that, Alana?”

Her head dropped back against the wall. I wished I could see her eyes right now. Would she have them closed or keep her gaze locked on mine? I smeared my bloody fingers across her cheek, then down her neck before I thrust them into her mouth. She bit down, making me smile.

“Because you’re not real,” she replied.

“Aren’t I?” I gripped her ass firmly as I increased my speed to emphasize my point.

“You’re… oh, fuck.”

A shrill cry left her as her pussy clamped down. We needed to get to my parents’ house, so I let myself follow. Pleasure rippled down my spine and I buried myself deep as my cock jolted inside of her. It took me a moment to catch my breath enough to focus on her face again. Even though I couldn’t see her eyes, the tight set of her lips told me she was thinking.

“Tell me,” I said, brushing my mouth over hers.

“You’re not real. You don’t exist in my actual life. Just a creature in the shadows that I have to fear.”

I laughed softly. “Fear. You may fear me, but you also let me fuck you.”

“I don’t have a choice.”

Her words made me angry and I pressed her more firmly against the wall. “Lying to me is annoying. Lying to yourself ispathetic. I gave you a choice and you begged me to come back and finish the job.”

I dropped her and she barely managed to land on her feet. Crouching, I spread her open with one hand and sunk my tongue inside of her. The combination of our mixed cum plus her blood was the equivalent of her signing over her life to me. Before she could get the blindfold off, I grabbed her by the throat and squeezed her cheeks to force her mouth open. I let it all drip onto her tongue, then released her. She immediately leaned over and spit it out.

“If you hate me so much, then go to the cops, baby. You have my cum in your pussy and my blood under your nails. I’ve given you the power. What are you gonna do with it?”

I put on my mask and climbed onto the roof. She was still in the same spot, breathing heavily.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” I said. “Save me a piece of pie for when I come back tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” she repeated, reaching up to take off the covering over her eyes.

“I’m going to show you exactly why you need to stay away from Mr. Everhart. Maybe you’ll learn that, sometimes, deciding who to trust is more complicated than you know.”

*****

Looking down at my knuckles, I frowned. Alana had marked me, which I would be ecstatic about if she wasn’t going to walk in that fucking door soon. She might not put two and two together, but she could, which had been enough to convince me that I needed to do something about the cuts.

Before I came here, I grabbed some of my rings from my house and put them on the fingers with the red indents. They were in the perfect spot to hide them for the most part. Since it was only a couple on each hand, they didn’t look too gaudy.

As I set the table, I started to feel a little nervous. Me and Alana had barely spoken since that kiss in her classroom. I had to find a way to salvage it, but none of my ideas seemed good enough. Right now, she liked Erebus- her fucking stalker- more than me. She feared him immensely, yet she allowed him to kiss her, whereas she pushed me away simply because I shared a face with my brother.

Ridiculous.

I knew she was here before she said anything. As if her presence wasn’t enough, I was overwhelmed by her scent. It was stronger than earlier, so she must have taken another shower. Considering she was a mess when I left, it made sense, but I’d hoped she would still be dripping my cum when she arrived.

Someday, I told myself. Someday, I’d take her in our kitchen in the home we shared, and I’d make her keep me inside of her all fucking day. When every bit had run down her thighs, I’d fuck her again, no matter where we were.

After I set the last plate down, I turned. She was standing in the doorway between the living and dining room. Her hair was damp, pulled back in a neat bun. Dark liner framed her green eyes, making the color more aggressive in a way that intensified her allure.

Mine. All fucking mine.

Pushing back the raging possessiveness, I moved toward her. She eyed me cautiously, as if I was an animal she expected to pounce. I was, but she shouldn’t be looking at me like that. I was Jayce, her protector, the one who was always there for her.

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