Titan (Dark Kings 1)

I’m not surprised when I spot Jasmine by her side. She immediately pulls Em through the living room and into the kitchen.

I tip my beer back and realize I’m empty. Getting up, I make my way into the kitchen as well. I watch Jasmine make two shots. She hands one to Emilee, but she shakes her head, refusing it.

Jasmine rolls her eyes and tosses them back one after the other. Before she can even set the second empty shot glass down, Trenton walks through the kitchen, and she follows him out of the room to what I can only guess is a bedroom upstairs.

I throw my beer bottle away and walk over to the kitchen island. “What are you doing here?” I ask her.

She jumps back and pushes her dark hair behind her ear. “Jasmine talked me into coming out.”

I nod and pop the top off my new beer. “I see.” I look her up and down. She wears a pair of black jeans and an ocean blue sweater. Her hair is down, and she doesn’t have much makeup on. It’s like she tried to downplay her look, knowing she was coming to a frat party. Emilee isn’t one of those girls who likes to be seen. She prefers to stay in the shadows, but I’ve always noticed her.

I grab a bottle of maple Crown and pour two shots. “Have a drink. You look like you need it.” I slide it across the island.

She takes it but doesn’t look me in the eye. She’s been avoiding me ever since I saw her and Bones in the boys’ locker room a few weeks ago. She can try to avoid me all she wants, but we both know she liked me watching. That it turned her on.

She throws back the shot and hisses in a breath. “Thanks.”

I walk around the island and approach her, testing the waters. She bows her head and shuffles her feet. Reaching up, I push her hair behind her ear. Her head shoots up, and her blue eyes meet mine. “Titan …” she whispers.

I push my body into hers, pinning her back into the countertop. My hands go to her hips, and I lower my face to her neck. I inhale her scent. She smells like strawberries and cream.

“I can’t get you on your knees out of my head,” I admit shamelessly. “Do you think about it too, Em?”

Her chest rises and falls quickly while her fingers dig into my jeans.

“Tell me that you wanted me, too.”

“Bones …”

“Bones knew I was in there,” I admit. “He knows how much I hate you. And that I want to fuck you. Why should he get all the fun?”

She slams her fists into my chest, pushing me back a step. Her eyes narrow up at me. “Go to hell, Titan.”

“You were wet. Because of me,” I add, keeping her in place. “You put on a show for me.” Her body begins to tremble against mine. “Tell me, Em. You wanted me to join the two of you.”

Those hard, blue eyes soften, and her hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer into her. “You didn’t make a move,” she whispers before licking her lips.

“I enjoyed watching you,” I admit. “I jacked off to you and him.” She saw me. She knows what I did. But I want her to know that I know she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I’m not ashamed of what I did. “I want a turn.”

And just like that, she’s changed her mind. She shoves me away from her, and I step back, allowing her to take in the scene. To let everything I just told her sink in. She turns and runs out of the kitchen.

I follow her, grab her upper arm, and pull her through a door that just happens to be a bedroom.

“Titan, I can’t,” she whispers as I close the door behind me. I spin her around, pinning her back to it.

“Can’t or won’t?” I ask, cupping her cheek.

The lights are off, so it’s pitch black in here, but I can hear her heavy breathing. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest. Mine does the same, and I’m hard as a rock. It presses painfully against the inside of my jeans. I know she can feel it.

“I hate you,” I say, lowering my lips to hers. She sucks in a breath. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you, Em.”

“Why do you hate me?” she asks, the question breathless, and I can smell the maple on her breath.

I lower my lips to her neck and feel her pulse race as I gently kiss her soft skin. “Because you won’t give me what I want.”

She goes silent, but I don’t pull away. It’s her move. I’ll gladly get on my knees for her. All she has to do is give the order because as much as I hate her, I want her even more.