Page 66 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos (The Rossi Legacies #7)

Sienna

M y heart is pounding with nerves as Jayce’s family meets us. I suddenly feel self-conscious and nervous when I shouldn’t, but it’s like the first time I’m meeting them; it kind of will be when he tells them about us.

My stomach churns, nausea settling at the reminder of my promise to Helios.

“Sienna!” I blink when Aunty Raven hugs me, and I hug her back, my cheeks heating up.

“Hi,” I say politely.

She grins up at me before motioning us to follow. “I’m so glad you all came here. You know, usually it’s at Kia’s place. It’s nice having everyone come here.”

“Well, this time it’s kind of our deal,” Carter says. “The Deimos Bloodline.”

“So, the mission was a success,” Grandpa Elijah says as he leads the way towards the Westwood Mansion. We all follow, and Jayce stays in step with me. I’m close to him, close enough to feel the heat of his body, but it’s not enough.

“Yeah, we’re all alive,” Artemis replies.

“You need to go straight to the infirmary. Your father won’t be happy to see you in that state.”

“Dad will be fine.” She waves it off.

We reach the mansion shortly after. The rustic décor and wooden design of the interior, with huge fires, give the mansion a very romantic, cosy atmosphere. It’s so different from the Rossi Mansion; it has a magical vibe that’s much more in touch with nature than home.

We greet Grandma Red and Robyn before we’re told to go shower before dinner is ready.

Allie has already disappeared. “You’re all staying the night, correct?” I hear Grandma Red ask Uncle Liam.

“Yes, we’re here with the books until we decide what’s next,” he replies quietly.

“I’ll bring you all some clothes,” Aunty Raven says as she runs up the steps, taking 2 at a time.

“Come on, I’ll show you to our room,” Jayce murmurs as he motions for me to follow. I nod and follow him up the stairs. He stops when Katara runs over to him.

“You’re here! I never knew we were having guests! Hey, Sienna,” she says as she hugs her brother. Jayce smirks as he hugs her back, spinning her once before putting her down.

“Yeah, I didn’t realise we were either.”

“Shit… I need to go put some stuff back…” She glances down the stairs before she races off the way she came.

“Probably something from Theo or Ares’ rooms,” Jayce explains to me.

“Oh, now that makes sense. You’re not going to tell her Ares isn’t here?” I whisper.

“Na.”

I laugh softly at that as he opens a door, and I’m instantly hit by his scent. The moment he’s tugged me inside, he shuts the door and yanks me against him, making my head pound, my entire body coming to life with a wave of tingles.

I lock my arms around his neck as he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as our lips collide. A soft moan leaves me as I kiss him hungrily. My head is giddy, and all I can think of is him. The way he tastes, the way he feels…

I whimper softly as his hands travel over my body, leaving a blazing trail of fire in his wake. His touch isn’t gentle either; it’s the touch of a man needing far more.

The adrenaline of the events still dances through us, but it’s the relief that heightens everything we feel.

I thread my fingers into his lush black locks and tug his head back, kissing his neck. I suck hard, biting down until I hear a low guttural growl. My heart pounds, feeling a wave of possessiveness consume me.

Mine.

I know we’re expected downstairs soon, but I need him, and I don’t need to tell him that. His hands are already roaming my body when suddenly there’s a light tap on the door, and then it opens.

“Jayce, could you- Aaah!” Aunty Raven screams as I jump down and away from Jayce, my cheeks burning, and I want the ground to open and swallow me whole.

“Ma…” Jayce runs his hand down his face.

“See nothing, hear nothing, speak nothing!” Aunty Raven says as she slams the door shut, making me flinch.

Jayce sighs. “I’ll talk to her,” he says as he tugs me close, only for a loud knock on the door again.

“Can I come in?” It’s Aunty Raven. I blush, quickly moving away from Jayce.

“Sure.” Jayce crosses his arms as Aunty Raven peeks inside, her cheeks as red as mine. She plants her hands on her hips and looks up at Jayce, frowning. An expression I don’t think she makes often.

“Do you want to share something? The both of you?” she asks. I look down, twisting a strand of my hair.

“Mama knows, I told her,” I blurt out, glancing at Jayce, who looks surprised. “And so do Ahren and Tatum, and Allie and Heaven-”

“We get the picture, Darling,” Jayce says, trying to hide a smile.

Damn it, the girls are right, I can’t keep anything inside.

“Del knows?” Aunty Raven seems shocked before she looks between us. “But your dad doesn’t, does he?”

Jayce shakes his head. “In my defence, I wasn’t really that secretive, but Dad doesn’t really see what’s beneath his nose at times.”

Aunty Raven narrows her eyes at him, but she’s smiling. “No, he doesn’t, well… you’re both old enough to make your own decisions… but for the love of the Goddess, lock this door. Now I know how Aunty Red felt…” she mumbles before shaking her head and turning.

She pauses at the door and smiles at me. “I hope he’s treating you well?” she asks softly.

I nod. “Better than a girl can dream of.”

She nods, visibly feeling happy with that answer. “Good.” She leaves and shuts the door. “Lock it!”

Jayce goes over and does just that as I turn to him. “Please tell your dad before he finds out like this.”

He smirks. “I will. Now, where were we?”

I smile slightly as I work on removing my belt. “Right about here…” I say, undoing it and letting it drop to the floor.

“Perfect…” he purrs huskily as he grabs me by the hips and traps me between the wall and his body. I bite my lip as I reach down.

“I’d take this off for you… But only you can…” I whisper, brushing my fingers over his belt and lowering my hand over his hard manhood. I freeze in horror. “Do you think your mama saw this or smelt something?”

Jayce groans. “Ok, that’s it, I don’t want to hear anything but moans from this pretty little mouth, understood?”

“Yes, sir.” I nod, and he smirks.

“Good girl.” He removes his belt, and my gaze dips to his delicious abs and his manhood.

Gods… he’s perfect.

He lifts me up and carries me to the bed. My back hits the bed, and his body follows. He slowly looks me over. My heart pounds as I watch him brush his fingers over my tattoos on my thigh before his eyes meet mine. The tension between us is taut, and my breath hitches at the emotion in his eyes.

His thumb caresses my jaw before he leans down and claims my lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his hands cup my breasts, caressing them before he squeezes them. He kisses me harder as his hands touch me everywhere.

So demanding and possessive. He breaks away from my lips, biting and kissing me passionately as he leaves a trail of fire from my collarbone to my stomach. I gasp, pleasure consuming me. It’s too much and at the same time not enough. A wild ache builds in my core, and I want him to touch me lower.

But he doesn’t keep me waiting for long. He’s not taking it slow today, he’s not asking this time, he’s taking and giving me everything I desire as much as him.

His grip is rough, his fingers closing around my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand.

The other slides down, a slow, tantalising caress, over my breast, down my ribs and across my stomach, until he reaches my pussy, where heat coils and pulses.

Every muscle in my body tightens. I arch beneath him, desperate as I part my legs.

His breath is hot against my throat. I feel his teeth graze my skin. He inhales me deeply. His aura swirling around us, and for a moment our heartbeats are one, deep, intense and electrifying.

His finger brushes my core, and I moan as he begins teasing my clit, his fingers sliding into me.

I gasp as my own power pulses around us.

He doesn’t play for long as he pulls back, his glowing, blue eyes meet mine as he slips his fingers out, tasting his fingers for a moment before his eyes darken with hunger.

And then he presses one of my thighs to the bed, still holding my wrists as he positions himself at my entrance and thrusts into me.

I gasp, the bed creaks under us, the shadows on the walls deepening. His glowing aura mixed with my shimmering shadows looks as beautiful as our union in this moment. My eyes flutter shut as pleasure consumes me. He thrusts his hips against mine, and the pressure sends a cry tumbling from my lips.

My body reacts, and I can feel my juices trickling down my ass. I’m so wet for him… The growl he lets out is low and feral, more beast than man.

His lips brush my ear as he fucks me, his breath hot, ragged and primal, his heart thumping in rhythm with mine. I do my best to keep my moans down, not wanting him to hold back at all.

“Harder…” I whimper, “Take me completely…” I need him to own me entirely.

He shifts, releasing my wrists, his knees part my thighs wider, and he grabs hold of my knees as he thrusts into me with no mercy. Deep and rough and endless. My back arches, my legs stretched as wide as possible, my breasts bouncing, a scream caught in my throat.

He doesn’t slow, releasing my knees as he grabs my waist, holding me tightly. My body is his to command now, and he knows it. He moves like a predator, claiming what’s his. Every thrust is a reminder that I am his.

Made for him.

My heart clenches in pain, and I see his eyes narrow.

“Tell me what’s wrong?” he murmurs, gazing into my eyes, but even as he speaks, his pace is brutal and relentless, hips crashing into mine with a rhythm that makes the whole bed groan beneath us.

My body is nothing but sensation, strung tight between the pain of how hard he is doing me and how blissfully good it feels.