Titan (Dark Kings 1)

“I’m assuming Grave told you—”

“He didn’t have to,” he interrupts me.

“Oh,” is all my mind can gather at the moment.

He walks over to me, and my heart picks up. The smell of cologne surrounds me, and I have to force myself to stay here in the present and not fall into a memory of him.

“I just didn’t want you to be mad at him,” I add quickly as he nears. “We’re …”

“All adults,” he finishes my sentence.

I swallow nervously.

He reaches out and grabs a lock of my hair. He twists it around his finger like he used to, and my knees begin to tremble. “Bones …”

“I’m not mad.” His blue eyes roam my face.

“You’re not?” I ask, feeling the sweat bead between my breasts. Fuck, it’s hot in here. I don’t love Bones, but I can’t deny we had some amazing chemistry.

He shakes his head once. “No, I’m jealous.”

I tense.

He presses his body into mine, and his finger that was twirling in my hair slides into my hair, gripping my scalp and tilting my head back. “I do miss you, Emilee.”

My lips part, and my eyes grow heavy at his words. “I’m …” I stop myself.

“What?” he urges me to answer. “Miss me too?”

I was going to say I’m with Titan now, but am I? I was never really with Bones. We just had an understanding. He was horny—he came to me. He was angry—he came to me. We never had a label; we didn’t need it. But when it comes to me and Titan, I’m lost. I don’t expect him to only fuck me. I’m a queen, for fuck’s sake.

“Bones …” The door opens.

He doesn’t even bother looking away from me. “Get the fuck out!”

The door slams shut after that. It was Grave. I know his voice well enough.

Fuck!

“I’m sorry I came up here,” I manage to get out.

“I’m not.” His other arm snakes behind my back, pulling me closer to him.

“Bones.” My hands grip his white button-down.

He doesn’t allow me to finish that thought. He presses his lips on mine, and I stiffen against him but only for a second. My body reacts to him like it used to.

My arms go up and around his neck, and I open for him, letting Dillan Reed take what he wants like he always did.

TITAN

Pulling up to the York’s residence, I get out of my car and walk up to the door, knocking on it. I place my hands in my pockets, rocking back and forth when the door opens.

“Titan.” She stands before me in a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top. Her hair up in a messy bun and no makeup on. She’s so gorgeous. But Emilee York always was. She could have had any boy she wanted.

“I got your message,” I say.

Her eyes drop to the floor for the briefest moment before she forces them back up to meet mine. She squares her shoulders, stepping to the side. “Come on in.”

I enter the house and she shuts the door behind me.

“Let’s go up to my room.” She grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs.

Entering her room, I close the door and look around. I’ve never been in here, but I imagine it looks the same as it did before she left for college. White walls, pink décor. A white four-post bed that sits up against the wall with pink and silver throw pillows. She lets go of my hand and turns to face me.

She had messaged me earlier today that she was coming home tonight to spend time with her mother, and that she wanted me to come by and see her. That we needed to talk. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

“I kissed Bones.” I barely get the question out before she answers.

I just stare at her.

“I’m sorry.” She runs a hand through her hair. “I didn’t know where we stood. I didn’t want you to think I’m one of those girls who expects you to be faithful to me. And I didn’t want you to think I have any expectations,” she rambles, “because I don’t.” She throws her hands up in the air. “But I don’t want you mad at Bones. I went to see him.” She swallows nervously at my silence. “I needed to tell him that we slept together because I didn’t want him mad at you.”

“Em …?”

“I didn’t want Grave to tell him.”

“Em?”

“I’m so …”

“Em!” I growl her name this time.

She takes a step back and bows her head, breathing heavy after her rambling.

I step into her, grip her chin, and force her to look up at me. “I know.”

“What?” Her lips part and blue eyes widen.

“Bones told me.”

“I didn’t mean for it …”

“Will you stop?” I give her a soft smile. “Emilee, I’m not jealous of your past with Bones. I’m also not jealous about what happened today in his office.”