Page 48 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos (The Rossi Legacies #7)

Jayce

“ A res isn’t coming, huh?” I ask, keeping my voice flat.

Theo shakes his head. “What the hell is going on with you two?”

“Do I need to mediate between you two?” Renji asks.

I shrug. “I don’t know, I’ll try to talk to him myself, but whatever I say stays between us then.”

“Sure thing.” Carter nods.

We’re all sitting in an empty classroom. I’m sitting on the desk. Theo is leaning against a table, Renji is rocking on a chair, and Carter is standing next to Renji, arms crossed.

“Alright, I think there’s someone in this Academy who may be a spy,” I begin, before quickly filling them in on what happened with Matherson.

There’s silence after I’m done filling them in, but they’re all in agreement.

“That does sound too convenient to be coincidental,” Renji muses.

“It does, but there are five- well, four of us, to have extra pairs of eyes to keep an eye on those around us,” Carter says quietly. “Maybe ask the rest of those we can trust, too: Artemis, Asher, Tatum, Sienna, Alessandra, Heaven, and any of our friends we trust with no doubts.”

“A good point, yeah, I think we should. If you see any of them before me, can you let them know? Just make sure they keep it to themselves. As for Ares, I’ll have a word with him myself.”

“Yeah, please do.” Theo sighs.

“Are you sure? I could do it?” Renji offers.

I shake my head. “No, I need to do this before things get worse.”

He nods in understanding before Theo leans forward.

“So… Sienna Rossi, huh?”

I cock a brow. “What does that mean? I already told you at Azura’s place.”

Theo snickers as the other two smirk. “Sure, but we didn’t really get to talk. Isn’t it convenient that it’s her eighteenth birthday soon, like literally tomorrow? Did you wait like a good boy for her?”

I cock a brow. “She’s only one and a half years younger than me. Quit it.”

“Don’t be a buzzkill. How long have you liked her?” Carter asks.

Renji chuckles. “For waaaay, waaaay too long,” he says exaggeratedly. I cast him a scathing glare, but he only laughs more. “He hated when she talked to me, didn’t you?”

“Fuck off, you prick.”

All three of them snicker at my expense, but really, I don’t mind.

“So, have you got her a birthday present?” Carter asks.

“Good question. What do you give a girl who has everything? The Rossis are fucking rich, bro,” Theo adds.

“I know what I’m giving her,” I say, and it’s something her money can’t buy. I suppress my smirk as I slap Renji on the shoulder. “You got a kick out of annoying me then, didn’t you? All these years?”

He smirks. “Of course. I probably knew you liked her before you did, mate.” He slaps me right back, much to the others’ amusement.

“So, is it true they’re going to tighten the rules around here?” Carter asks as he touches his Schattenblüte belt. We’re all wearing ours…

“Yeah, it’s true.” Theo sighs. “I heard them talking.”

None of us questions it. Theo is good at making himself scarce, but he hears a lot.

“So remember, when you’re doing the deed, keep your belt on,” Theo mocks me, before shuddering. “Bro, I don’t know how you can do that knowing she’s Ahren’s sister. Dude’s going to castrate you.”

“I’d like to see him try,” I remark, as Carter smirks.

“I don’t know… if I were Ahren, I’d not want her with someone like you because as a future ruler… you’re going to be on the frontline in this entire thing,” Renji says, his eyes shadowed.

I never thought of that…

“Well, we’re all going to be out there. But we’re brothers, we look out for one another, and no matter what we do, we’ll be there for each other’s families too,” I say firmly.

“Whoa… hold up, families? Dude, are you already planning a family?!” Theo says, making the others smirk. I roll my eyes.

“It was just a point. Who knows when the time will arrive? Some of us may be settled down.” I stand up. “Stop overthinking that shit.”

The bell rings, signalling that everyone has to return to their dorms. The rules have been tightened, and there are strict punishments for those who disobey without reason to be wandering around.

“Alright, we’ll do as you said,” Carter says as he steps closer and hugs me, patting my back. “We’re in this together, even when we fucking want to rip each other apart.”

I give the other two a one-armed hug too, messing up Theo’s hair as I do. The asshole is taller than me already.

We all leave the classroom together, only to be spotted by Heaven. She arches an inquisitive brow before tossing her hair and walking off.

Renji chuckles. “She’s an interesting one.”

“She’s a haughty Rossi,” Carter corrects him.

“Not all Rossis are-” I’m cut off by Renji and Theo.

“Ok, ok! We get it, lover boy, not your precious little Rossi!” they say in unison.

I punch their arms lightly, my eyes scanning the hallway, but it’s empty aside from another first year.

An hour later, I’ve just showered and I’m in my room, sitting on my bed, staring at my phone. Trying to find the words to text her.

I’m not a great texter, heck, I don’t think I can relay anything without getting fucking stuck. Speaking to my brothers is different…

Sienna is online. I can see her status. She’s probably talking to her family… I glance at the time. There’s less than half an hour until she turns eighteen…

Alright Jayce, text. Sucking in a breath, I begin typing up a message.

JAYCE: Hey, you’re awake. If you’re not busy, want to come to my room for a while?

I hit send, hating how that message sounds. It’s instantly ‘seen’, and I arch an eyebrow. Was my baby girl waiting for me to message?

I internally kick myself as the little typing bubble pops up.

SIENNA: Hey, sure, as long as you promise I can stay the night.

I smirk. She’s got more confidence when it comes to the texting department… I drop back onto the bed, staring at my phone screen.

JAYCE: Sure, I can’t deny the birthday girl her request.

SIENNA: I hope you remember that all day today then.

I cock a brow. Oh? What do you want to ask for, Darling?

JAYCE: I will.

SIENNA: Lol, ok, well see you in a couple minutes.

JAYCE: I’ll be waiting, Darling.

SIENNA: ?

I put my phone down and cast a glance around. The room’s clean, great…

I look in the mirror, brushing my fingers through my hair, almost scoffing. Since when did I get so fucking worried about how I look? My eyes focus on my scar, the reminder of my incompetence, but I’m not about to go down that path tonight. Not on her birthday.

I take her gift out of the drawer, placing it on the side of my bed, just out of sight. I look down, realising I’m only in a pair of grey sweats. Should I put on a top? It is her birthday, so I’ll let her enjoy the view that I know she loves. I smirk at the thought.

Just then, there’s a light knock on the door, and I cross the room, reaching the door and pulling it open. She’s standing there in a short, dark red lace gown, tied at the waist, accentuating her sexy hourglass figure, instantly making my throat dry.

Fuck.

I can see she’s wearing a matching set of shorts and a cropped top underneath, and I throb in my pants. Her racing heart makes my attention snap to her face, gorgeous as ever; her plump lips are a soft red, and her glowing cheeks and thick lashes framed by her lush curls.

I take her wrist and quickly tug her into my room, shutting the door behind her and locking it in one swift move.

She giggles breathlessly as I pull her into my arms. She smells ravishing, and either I’m fucking going crazy or her scent is even more seductive tonight.

“Fuck, Darling,” I whisper. “You look beautiful.” And then I’m pressing my lips against hers. She moans softly against my lips, her arms snaking around my neck. I hold the back of her neck with one hand, the other wrapping around her waist as I pull her close.

She tastes divine, too…

My lips graze hers painstakingly slowly, and she whimpers in response, but I want to feel every part of her as I battle with my self-control. In the haze of pleasure, I run my hands down her back, stopping short just above her ass and breaking away, moving back just a little.

The scent of her arousal is like the call of a siren, luring me in, and it’s taking a lot of self-control to focus.

I keep my eyes fixed on hers as I run my hands along her waist and around to her front.

Her breath hitches, her heart hammering as I reach the sash of her gown.

I can sense her emotions. She wants this, so fucking much – but still, even if I know that, I search her eyes for even a hint of doubt as I tug the gown loose.

My eyes now dip lower, admiring her curves before I snake my arm beneath her gown, tugging her firmly against me.

She gasps, running her hand down my waist, and I one-handedly slide her gown off and drop it to the floor as I lead her to the bed, not breaking away from our sizzling kiss.

My legs hit the bed, and I drop onto it, pulling her onto it beside me, not breaking away from her lips, our kisses becoming hotter and hungrier. Pleasure consumes me, and I no longer know where she starts and I begin.

Our tongues play with each other’s, both of us trying to dominate the other, and I win, earning a delicious moan from her the moment I suck on her tongue, her back arching.

She whimpers as she runs her hand down my abs, our hands roam each other’s bodies, and as much as I want to rip her clothes off her, not tonight. Tonight is about her, only her. Although even if it is, I’m fucking enjoying it just as much.

I groan the moment she wraps her hand around my cock, and I kiss her neck, sucking hard, causing her hold to become lax.

Perfect. I slide my left arm under her head, lying on my side with her on her back.

I comb my fingers through her hair with my left hand, tenderly massaging her scalp as I run my other hand around her neck, applying pressure on her windpipe as I claim her lips once more.

She gasps, one that turns into a moan as I kiss her, my hand still wrapped around her neck for a moment. As I look into her eyes, she slides her tongue out, and I flick it with mine. Her eyes flutter shut, and I glance at the time.

Smirking slightly, I release her throat as I begin licking, sucking and nibbling on the smooth skin of her neck, paying attention to the most sensitive spots. Simultaneously, I play with her breasts. Fuck, this woman is built to perfection.

She whimpers softly, her hand threading into my hair. I brush her nipple with the pad of my thumb, fighting the urge to tug them free from her top.

I suck harder on her neck, making her cry out hornily as I rake my fingers down her stomach; she sucks it in, parting her legs slightly. I stop when I reach the band of her shorts before I brush my hands down her inner thighs.

I inhale deeply. Fuck, I love her. She’s mine, and I’m going to make sure she knows why I’m worthy of that title… A sliver of doubt threatens to consume me, but one caress from her as she brushes her fingers down my neck is enough to push that doubt away.

I slip my hand into her shorts, throbbing hard against her thigh as I realise she’s not wearing anything under those shorts.

“Jayce…” she whimpers, her legs parting even further, telling me exactly what she wants, and I plan to give her just that…

My heart races as my fingers travel lower, and I wonder what she looks like down there. She’s smooth, her pussy lips perfect, and I slip my finger between the slick folds. She moans hornily; a sound that’s far more fucking enticing than anything I’ve heard before.

I can’t stop kissing her neck, desperate to draw out those sounds that drive me wild.

Every soft moan, every sharp gasp, fuels something primal inside me.

My fingers drift down, teasing her slit with light, deliberate strokes before zeroing in on her clit.

I rub her gently, my fingertip slickening with her arousal, and she exhales, a quiet, breathless sigh, her heart pounding like a war drum against her ribs.

I flick, I circle, reading every shift of her hips, every hitch in her breath. Just a little to the right – there . Her body jerks, a soft whimper escaping as her nails sink into the back of my neck. That sound is what I want to hear every damn night.

She is the one. The only one I crave with this kind of brutal, relentless need. I want to wake up next to her, touch her like this, and love her like this for the rest of my fucking life.

She grabs the back of my head, pulling me up, and when our eyes meet, Goddess her eyes... They’ve turned this molten shade of red, dark and dangerous, like spilt wine under moonlight, blood-red and utterly breathtaking.

I crash my lips to hers, claiming her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss while my fingers work her clit with unrelenting precision.

I shift the rhythm, keeping her on that edge, coaxing louder, more desperate moans from her.

She can’t kiss me back anymore, her mouth open in a silent cry, her back arched, one hand fisting in my hair, the other pressed flat to my chest as I bring her closer to the edge.

A flicker of movement pulls my eyes to the time – fifteen… thirteen…

“Oh… I… gods…” she gasps, eyes wide and wild as she teeters on the brink.

I slow, just for a moment, sliding my fingers along her soaked folds before leaning down and biting softly at the spot where her mate mark will someday burn.

I suck hard, possessively, as I swirl my finger faster over her clit.

And just as the clock hits midnight, I push her over the edge.

It crashes into her like an explosion, pure, euphoric pleasure exploding through her body. Her back bows, her breath catches, and a delicious moan of pure euphoria falls from her lips as her body convulses in wave after wave of ecstasy.

I pull back, needing to see her, needing to witness her – in this moment.

Her eyes flutter shut, her mouth parted in a soundless cry of bliss while her entire body trembles, lost in the throes of her release. She’s never looked more beautiful, never felt more mine.

Still breathless from watching her fall apart, I hover my lips over hers and murmur, “Happy birthday, Darling.”