Page 72 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

“The outfits were fucking weird, although I think Ares got it worse,” I remark, trying to get rid of the tension that’s settled between us. She giggles.

“He looked handsome,” she says, and I hate how I feel a sharp sliver of jealousy at that. I don’t even know why, when I know I’m the only fucking one she loves.

“In your opinion, and that means nothing,” I say icily.

I can feel her watching me, but she doesn’t argue.

“So, from those born of Nyx, do any stand out to you?” I ask after a moment. “Anyone who could be Kek?”

“Well…” She frowns slightly as she jogs beside me. “Eris… Nemesis… I don’t know. None of them really fit.” She exhales in frustration, then suddenly stops. “Wait, what if- ahh!”

She grabs my arm as she doubles over.

I’m about to ask if she’s alright, but the question dies in my throat.

A scent hits me. Delicious, addictive, and intoxicating.

It crashes into my senses so violently that every other thought vanishes. The drakaths vanish entirely, and all I can think of is her, her heat, her arousal hitting me like a fucking narcotic.

I inhale deeply, my eyes blazing blue, and a low growl erupts from my chest, my nostrils flaring as pleasure surges through me, rushing straight to my cock.

My eyes burn as something primal snaps awake inside me, and I feel myself harden.

All I want is her. No, I fucking need her.

My gaze drops to her, every instinct sharpening, focusing on her parted lips, the way her breasts are outlined against her top, the way I know exactly what her pussy looks like beneath those pants.

She’s in fucking heat, and I want to fucking take her right here. I step forward, ready to rip her clothes off, bend her over and fuck her until she’s ruined.

I freeze, shock slamming through me at my train of thought.

I stagger back, forcing myself to put distance between us.

She whimpers as she falls to the ground, curling up as she hugs herself. Her glamour drops, and I avert my gaze, knowing it’ll be the end of me.

I need to get out of here, but I can’t leave her here, not when every single unmated wolf will be able to sniff her out.

“Fuck, Sienna,” I growl roughly as I step towards her.

Focus, I warn myself, as my wolf’s opinion makes itself known.

Heat is for mating, so why shouldn’t I claim her? Why shouldn’t I fuck her? She’s mine.

No. She. Fucking. Isn’t.

Why?

I hate that question that I ask myself, or my wolf asks me. I don’t fucking know. But either way, it is a question I don’t want to face. Not when I know what I’m trying to hide.

“I-I’m sorry… I’ll be ok,” she whimpers through laboured breathing; her cheeks flushed, her red eyes burning into mine with a desire that probably matches my own.

“Let’s get you back,” I say, my own heart hammering, knowing how fucking hard this will be. But no matter how much my wolf is tearing at my self-control to come out, I can’t let him.

I could never do that to her… I won’t.

My power surges as I push my wolf into submission, and I crouch beside her, lifting her tiny body into my arms. She moans softly as she curls into me, her fists pressed against her own chest as if she’s trying to control herself.

I break into a run; the sooner I return to the mansion, the better. Grandma can help her. There’s only Dad and Grandad there; she’ll be safe. I’ll leave-