A Girl in Black and White (Alyria 2)

Though she was only getting a short pause—because she was naked, straddling my back, the warmth between her legs burning my skin.

This woman was a liability. I felt high, attuned to everything she did, every noise she made, that I couldn’t pay attention to my surroundings. It unnerved me, went against everything that had been beaten into me. And I would surely get both of us killed if I indulged myself in this often.

The truth was, I had to leave. Because if I stayed, this was what would consume my time. This would be my focus in every aspect of my life.

If I stayed, my brother would be dead the instant I lost my humanity. Calamity would be chained like a pet to my bedroom wall; even if I gave her my blood to protect herself from me, she would be bonded to my side. I would find a way to keep her—I knew it stronger than anything else. And who knew what I would do to her, with how irrational she made me even now? Maxim would be next to go—though who the fuck was I kidding? The bastard could rot.

I would have Titan at my command, and the world to destroy at my fingertips. I knew how this worked, knew what I wanted to do sometimes, and I was far from fair. Though, I wasn’t so much concerned about the world than I was this dark-eyed woman on my back.

She traced over the wolf’s ears, down his eyes and nose, then whispered so softly, “That’s why he has sharp teeth, he’s a wolf.” My brows knitted while she spoke as if she was responding to herself, “No, he’s not . . .”

I couldn’t hear her thoughts anymore now that she’d blocked them from me, and it annoyed me. I wanted to know everything she thought, everything she did. I was about to question her about what she meant when she spoke.

“Weston?”

A small smile pulled on my lips because I fucking loved when she said my name in that soft, thoughtful way, like I was the only one who could answer her questions.

“Do you believe there is a place we all go when we die, where all our dreams come true?” she asked me.

I paused for a moment, wondering if she was worried those four months she’d spent in the dark and cold were what death really was. “I don’t think our dreams will still be the same after we die.”

I could practically feel her thinking.

“Like how you want to take over the world? You don’t think you’ll have the same desire when you’re dead?”

All right. Break’s over.

I twisted around, hearing her laugh as I tackled her to the mattress. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I kissed her, intertwining my tongue with hers. “Why don’t we just stay in the now?” I said as I slid deep inside her.

She bit her lip, her dark eyes rolling back.

Yea, the now was exactly where I wanted to be.

“No more,” she breathed, half-heartedly pushing me away. “I don’t think I can even walk.”

I nuzzled her neck, waking her from an hour nap. What did she want me to do? Just sit around and watch her sleep naked in my bed? There was no way I was getti

ng any sleep with her here.

The church bell rang some time ago, letting me know it was after midnight. I was supposed to leave three hours ago, but it was my fucking ship—they could wait for me.

“You don’t need to walk,” I told her. “You just need to lie here.”

She laughed. “Go away. Surely you don’t bug all your women this much.”

My eyes narrowed at her nonchalant tone. I wanted to put my fist through a wall when I thought about her with other men, and she mentioned me with other women so casually? It annoyed the shit out of me.

She glanced up at me, frowning when she saw my expression. “What’s wrong with you?”

Did I want to go on a spiel about how I’d been with one other woman since I met her, and she happened to be blond with brown eyes? Fuck that.

I pushed away from her, getting off the bed and running my hands through my hair. This whole situation was fucked. I needed to go before this became harder than it already was.

I heard her crawl off the bed, and soon after her arms wrapped around my waist. She kissed the middle of my back. “You’re angry.”

No, not angry. Frustrated, it ran through my veins like a flame, settling in my chest, taunting me that I couldn’t do anything to fix this situation.

Her arms slid around me as she came to my front. I looked down to see her gaze on me. “Why so cross?” she asked, kissing my chest.