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I gazed up, his smile small.
“I was at peace by the time I found out, and before everything that happened all those years ago, my father and I had a good relationship. He was strict, tough on me, but there was love there, so yes, I was sad to hear it.”
My head lowered, I stayed silent.
“Any particular reason why you’re asking about him?” Ramses attention focused on me.
I stared off. “I just wondered what kind of person or… people could do such a thing.” My lips pressed together. “I mean, we share the same DNA. What’s in him and my great-uncle is in me and…”
Ramses cut off my thoughts before they could surface, his hand raised. “Uncle Leo and my father both made a decision back then. They decided to do what he did and only them. These were both choices they made about the people they ultimately decided to become, and that has nothing to do with DNA.”
But didn’t it? Obviously, there were choices, yes, but…
Callum had spoken to me about demons today, darkness. He’d obviously done the wrong thing too like my grandfather and my great-uncle’s choices.
And why couldn’t that be passed down?
It could have been, completely it could have been, and that had to be the only thing that explained other things today. Things about Dorian…
“You are not your grandfather or my uncle,” Ramses continued, sighing. “Neither is Ares or me, nor is Dorian his own grandpa, who you know is also connected to all this.”
I covered my arms, his words chillingly accurate to my thoughts.
“You kids have all unfortunately suffered from those who came before, but you are not them, okay? You’re not, Sloane. We all have choices. We all have freewill, and the only thing that determines who we ultimately become is what we do with it.”
That was my biggest fear, but not for me. We did all have freewill. We did all have the ability to make choices outside of our DNA.
And I think that was what scared me the most.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Dorian
I snuck into her bed around 2 AM, more than a little pissed she hadn’t woken my ass up. I’d texted Sloane I’d come over after pizza night to see her. I’d ended up falling asleep on Wolf’s floor it got so late, a video game controller in my hand and my phone permanently attached to my hand like a needy little bitch. I was a needy little bitch. I hadn’t heard from my girl all night, and I needed to know how things had gone.
She’d pay for that now, and I worked my way under her sheets. I got a hold of her calves first, flicking my tongue across the skin.
Sloane sucked in a breath. “Dorian?”
Who else would it fucking be in her bed, my growl gravelly. Sloane attempted to toe me away, but my hands slid into the underside of her shorts. My rough palms were greeted with supple skin, and when I moved kisses to her inner thighs, those gasps became moans.
“No, Dorian.” She said this, but she had her hand in my hair, her knees up and making room for my assault against her thighs. I bit her flesh, and she trembled. “No.”
“Fuck, yes,” I gritted, sucking in her soft flesh. I slammed her knees to the bed. “You should have fucking woke me up.”
To show her that, I dragged her pussy to my mouth, her feminine scent assaulting me. It made me rock hard in my goddamn boxers and made the anticipation of tasting her insane. Before Noa Sloane, I’d never bothered eating pussy, preferring the view of a readied mouth on my cock.
All that was obviously different now, my hand in my boxers as I hooked Sloane’s shorts and panties over. I blew heat on her sex while I pumped myself, and Sloane’s thighs hugged my head.
“No,” she ground out, something between a groan and a sigh falling from her lips. She pushed at my shoulders. “Dorian, stop. Please stop.”
This only egged me on. No was my favorite word, and resistance my favorite goddamn thing. It always meant yes with us, yes to push harder, and fuck her faster. I flicked her clit with my tongue, but barely got a taste before she was easing away from my mouth.
“I’m fucking serious,” she said, working her way out of her sheets. She turned the light on, and when I finally got out from all that fucking bed she had, I found her sitting on the side of her bed. She had her head lowered, her hands gripping the mattress. What the fuck? Her head tilted back. “I don’t want to.”
She didn’t… want to? I pulled my hair out of my face. “Okay.”
I said this, but I was confused as fucking hell. The way this girl got at my dick was the way I came for her pussy most days. Things had gotten complicated since I couldn’t really stay over here anymore, so needless to say, we pretty much jumped at any opportunity we could find to be together.
