Page 61 of Castor
“He’s right, you know.” Castor stepped closer and caught a strand of my hair, moving it out of my eyes. “This isn’t your war. I’ve involved you enough as it is.”
“Shut up.” I lightly shoved his chest before continuing down the path. “You’re my friend. All of you are. I’m not going to stand by and do nothing. And stop eavesdropping on my conversations.”
“I didn’t mean to. The volume on your phone is loud, and I have great hearing. My other senses are enhanced too.” He grabbed me by the wrist and brought me to him, dipping his face to my neck. “Your scent drives me crazy, Kyo. Like water lilies in summertime.”
And just like that, our connection sizzled again. It was strong. Exciting. But devastating. Because no matter how much either of us wanted it to, it wouldn’t last.
It couldn’t.
Baxter and Bellamy were flirting in the tree orchard when we returned to the villa later that evening. Training had ended shortly before dinner. The pink-and-black-haired Nephilim caressed Bellamy’s cheek before leaning in to kiss him. Bellamy moved his hands to the other male’s ass and grabbed it, yanking him closer.
I wasn’t sure when they’d finally hooked up, but it wasn’t exactly a shock. Baxter had been after him since the night they’d met. And Bellamy was… well, Bellamy.
“That won’t last long,” Castor said as we veered toward the path that led to the courtyard. “Bellamy has a hard time fucking the same person for too long.”
“Why?”
“He doesn’t like when they get clingy. And believe me, they always do.”
“Because he’s so amazing in bed?” I asked as more of a joke than anything.
But Castor nodded. “Yeah. Pretty much. He’s not the personification of Lust for nothing. Sex with him guarantees you the best orgasm of your life.”
My scalp prickled at that. Something unpleasant twisted inside my chest too. “You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”
Castor stopped on the path and turned to me. A smile gleamed in his green eyes. “Aw. My sweet little dragon is jealous.”
“No, I’m not.” I started walking again.
He snatched hold of my wrist and spun me back around to face him. And then he kissed me. It was unexpected and made me a bit weak in the knees.
I would never tire of Castor’s lips or find anything that smelled even half as good as his warm scent of honey and spice. I could be in his arms every second of every day until the winter solstice and it still wouldn’t be enough.
No one would ever compare to him.
“I never fucked Bell,” Castor said, his breath tickling my mouth. “The cocky, full-of-themselves types don’t do it for me. Badass and brooding is more my thing.” He slid his lips against mine again in a teasing kiss. “And you top them all.”
“Now you’re just trying to butter me up.” I curled my fingers in the back of his red hair and yanked his head back, exposing his sexy throat. I grazed my teeth up his jugular vein, loving how he shuddered against me. “But I won’t fall for your tricks.”
“You’ve fallen for them before,” he said, peering at me through heavy-lidded eyes. God. I loved when he looked at me like that. That expression screamed that he wanted to be pinned down and fucked hard. “One way or another, you always end up back in my bed.”
I wanted to deny him the satisfaction of being right. But the truth was, I melted when he touched me.
“I hate you,” I said before crushing our lips together.
Castor slid his hand up the back of my shirt and backed me up against a tree. Vines of roses and hydrangeas perfumed the air as we kissed hot and heavy near the courtyard garden, partially hidden by the cluster of trees.
“It kind of feels forbidden, doesn’t it?” he asked, gliding the tip of his nose on mine. “Like I’m a rogue who just stole you away from your fancy villa so your father won’t see me ravage you. Star-crossed lovers who just want to fuck in peace.”
“You know star-crossed lover stories usually end tragically, right?”
His green eyes creased around the edges. “Fitting, don’t you think?”
Our story would end with me marrying a man who wasn’t him. Perhaps not a tragedy with death, but it was tragic nonetheless. Because each moment I spent with Castor, I fell for him a little more.
Only three more months.
“Less talking. More kissing.”
