Chapter 213
JESSICA
“Moan for me, Jess. That’s it, louder.”
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Cid pins me against the doorframe. One arm slams beside my head, the other skimming down just far enough to make my pulse jump. His mouth is right at my car, voice low, rough, almost a growl.
“My, my, those snarky little glares surely are turning me on.”
I arch a brow, frowning. “What do you think you’re doing?”
A chortle rolls from his lips, dark and amused, and then he steps back. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“Is this fun for you?” I fold my arms across my chest, chin lifting.
Cid mirrors me instantly, crossing his own arms, leaning a shoulder lazily against the doorframe like he owns it. “More fun than watching you pretend you’re not rattled.“—
“I’m not rattled,” I bite back.
He smirks. “Do you think your mate is jealous outside?”
“I can unalive you with my hands.”
“Unalive me. I’d like to see that.” He suggested as he dragged his feet on the edge of my bed. After their fight, Cid really did claim me as his prize.
His gaze flicks up, dark and hot, and he crooks one finger. “Come here,” he says softly, dangerously. “I’ll have you how I like.”
“You look so stupid doing that, by the way.”
“Oh?” He tips his head, amused. “Come on, Jess. Don’t tell me you’re not pissed Grayson offered you like you’re just his whore?”
I’m offended.
Hurt, even.
But the way it rolls off Cid’s tongue–low, rough, almost intimate–does something ugly and electric to me.
“He thought he was going to win,” I managed, my voice sharp but thinner than I’d like.
“Did he?” he murmurs. “Or did he just like showing off? That alpha needs some humbling.”
Heat rushes up my neck, fury and humiliation tangling until I can’t tell which is which.
“What? So Grayson is your new victim now?” You are going to power trip him because Kirill prefers him over
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you?”
That hits his nerve.
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Cidd’s jaw flexes, the easy smirk slipping for the first time. His eyes flash, hard and sharp, and for a moment ! think he might actually lunge. “Shut up.
“What’s the matter? Did I touch a wound? Or is it just too easy, watching you crack whenever Kirill’s show signs any weakness you don’t like?”
He moves before I can blink–grabs my wrist, yanks me off balance, and suddenly I’m pinned back against the post of the bed, his breath hot against my cheek. “I told you to shut up, didn’t I?”
I grin up at him anyway, defiant, my lips brushing his jaw as I speak. “And I told you I don’t take orders.”
His
eyes flick down to my mouth, dangerous and hungry then he jerks back like I burned him.
For a heartbeat, silence. His chest rises hard, his knuckles still white around my wrist before he finally lets go.
“What the hell was that?”
Cid drags a hand through his hair, then without looking back, he just rips the door open and stalks out.
I’m left shaking, so fucking confused. But that confusion turns into anger when Grayson walks in. As soon as he did, my palm met his cheeks.
He doesn’t flinch. He just takes it, his head snapping to the side, a red mark already blooming across his skin. Slowly, he drags his gaze back to me, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them.
“What the fuck, Jess?”
“You-” My chest heaves. “You bet me. Like I was–like I was nothing! You handed me over!”
His jaw flexes, teeth grinding, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “I didn’t hand you over. I fought for you.”
“You lost,” I spit. “You fucking lost. What the fuck happened to you, huh? Why are you acting like this?”
“Look…” Grayson exhales sharply. I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you, please.”
He steps closer, and I flinch as his lips tilt toward mine. My stomach churns at the stench of alcohol on his breath.
“You’re drunk.”
“I just had a bit with Kirill,” he mumbles, eyes pleading. “Come on. You know Cid is bluffing. I know nothing happened between you.”
When Grayson grazes the side of my throat, my first instinct is to look away. “I missed you,” he murmurs against my collarbone, his hands spreading over my hips. “I can’t stand thinking of him touching you. I can’t
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I shove at his chest, harder than I mean to. “You reck of alcohol.”
“Jess, please.”
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Slowly, he showers my exposed neck with small kisses. I catch my breath without meaning to, especially when I feel him drag a long, wet lick along the hollow just below my jaw.
“Grayson…” I gasp, trying to pull away. “Atleast take a shower…okay?”
He groans against my skin, a low, wet sound that vibrates through me. His lips leave slick, messy marks, teeth grazing lightly, tongue flicking oyer spots he knows will make me squirm. “Join me?”
I push him back with both hands, bratty and fierce. “Are you serious? You reek. I’m not letting you ruin me with that stench all over me!”
“Fine! You are such a brat. My pretty brat.”
Grayson rips his shirt over his head in one smooth, angry motion before he turns to the bathroom leaving me dumbfounded.
Okay. What the hell just happened?
My knees buckle, and I sink down against the doorframe, staring at the spot where he’d been. He’s been acting so weird ever since he came here.
Later on, Grayson joins me in the bed. I got my back on his so I don’t know what he’s doing. The asshole spent an hour in the bathroom.
He slightly moves, dropping his arms on my waist. “I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole to you.”
I don’t answer.
“I was such an asshole,” he repeats, voice low, rough, a little desperate, his lips brushing the back of my neck as he leans closer.
I’m fucking glad he knows.
“I’ve received a letter from you.”
A letter?
He sighs behind me, hot breath stirring the hair at the back of my neck. “It says you’re having a good time here…” His hand tightens on my waist, thumb pressing into my hip. “…and that you wished to break your mate’s bond with me.”
For a moment, everything inside me stops. My pulse. My breath. Even my wolf goes silent, like the air’s been punched out of my lungs.
Slowly, I twist my head just enough to look at him over my shoulder. “You think I wrote that?”
“Did you?” he asks quietly, almost pleading. “Tell me you didn’t, Jess. Tell me you didn’t write that.”
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“I didn’t,” I hiss, voice shaking, a bitter edge creeping in. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Who gave you this?”
“Bella”
Of fucking course.
My blood goes cold. “Your mistress?
Grayson’s head jerks up, eyes flashing. “She’s not-” He stops himself, jaw tightening. “She’s just… someone from before.”
“Someone from before?” I twist fully now, shoving at his chest until he’s on his back and I’m glaring down at him. “You’re telling me the same woman you used to crawl into bed with just ‘happened‘ to deliver a letter about me wanting to break my bond?”
His nostrils flare. “It doesn’t matter who delivered it. What matters is-”
“It does matter,” I cut in. “How low do you think I am?”
“I… You wavered for Riot before, Jess. So forgive me for having insecurities.”
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