Page 73 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos (The Rossi Legacies #7)

Jayce

“ Y ou know those dreams you were having… any idea who the cloaked man is?” I ask Sienna casually as she leads me outside.

She stills, only for a second, but it’s enough. I feel the shift in her. Her heartbeat is spiking.

“He isn’t relevant,” she says after a pause, her tone carefully neutral.

I watch her closely, my stomach twisting. Is that the truth or a lie? I can’t sense anything. Simply nothing.

“Come on, I’ve got something to show you, and we don’t have long before our next class,” she says lightly.

She pulls a silk sash from her pocket and gives me a small smile, gesturing for me to turn around.

“What’s this for?” I ask as she blindfolds me, her fingers brushing down my neck.

“Not what I want it to be for,” she whispers as her hand finds mine, fingers lacing through with a warm, familiar grip, and she starts walking.

I smirk. “Well, it can be used more than once, don’t you think?”

“True, but this is exciting, too!” She laughs, and I can hear the excitement bubbling beneath her words.

I wonder how I couldn’t sense if she was lying or telling the truth, but I’m just glad she sounds like herself today. The grass crunches underfoot, crisp with frozen ice. I caress her fingers with my thumb as we walk in silence.

It’s been a day since that odd conversation with Ares, and I haven’t been able to make heads or tails of it. I have no fucking clue as to what he was going on about.

“Ok, we’re here,” she says. I feel her chest pressing against mine as she reaches up, her fingers brushing my hair as she makes to remove the blindfold.

I catch her wrists, stopping her, her scent tickling my nose, and I lean down, my nose nudging hers as I find her, and she tilts her head, pressing her lips against mine.

I kiss her – slow and sensual, relishing this moment, the way she tastes, the way she feels…

She whimpers softly against me, and I release one of her wrists, wrapping my arm around her waist as I press her closer against me.

“Jayce…” she moans, her hand slipping down my waist. We kiss until she’s breathless, her arousal scenting the air, and I could continue, but I can’t guarantee my self-control.

I break away before I pull on the end of the blindfold and look down at her.

“Hey, beautiful,” I whisper, taking hold of her chin. I kiss her lightly again, and she smiles up at me.

“You know, I could devour you…” Sienna whispers seductively. “And… I want to taste you.”

I cock a brow, not expecting her to say that, but I know exactly what she means. I glance around, and although we aren’t in the open, we aren’t entirely alone either.

“We can arrange that,” I whisper, kissing her plump lips slowly, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She caresses it with her own before she steps back, her cheeks a pretty shade of pink. She’s beautiful.

The electrifying chemistry between us seems to intensify. I feel myself hardening and try to focus on something other than how fucking hot the thought of her lips around my cock would look and feel...

I clear my throat. “So, what are we doing here?” She’s brought me out to the garages where the students’ vehicles are kept, and my stomach sinks a little, remembering my bike.

She smiles before turning and leading me down the way.

“Well, I know your birthday isn’t right now, but I couldn’t wait. So here is your early birthday gift!” she says as she pulls a sheet off a gorgeous white bike. It’s the same make as my previous one, but the latest model.

“Fuck, she’s beautiful… but I can’t accept this,” I say softly, looking at her, not wanting to upset her as I run my hand down the beautiful white body.

“Why not?” she asks, her disappointment clear on her face.

“It’s expensive.”

“It’s my money, though.”

I rub the back of my neck, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but at the same time, accepting such an expensive gift doesn’t feel right.

“I get that, Darling, but it’s too much to spend on me.” I don’t have this kind of money to get her gifts to match this. I walk over to her, and taking her hands, I kiss them softly. “Don’t be upset.”

“But I did my research and got the best for you,” she whispers. “Please accept it.”

She looks up at me, pleading with those dangerous doe-eyes that have always consumed me.

“How about this? It’s your bike, and when you want me to take you somewhere, I’ll ride it with you?” I suggest.

She frowns, looking at the bike, before she leans over and picks up two helmets from the floor. “I even got us matching helmets…”

I smile, wrapping my arms around her. “Then perfect, we can ride your bike together, but this, this can be mine. This is more than enough as my gift. All I want is you, Sienna, just you,” I say softly, taking one of the helmets from her. “Thank you.”

“A helmet is your gift?” She wrinkles her nose in disapproval, reminding me of Heaven.

“Yeah, and more than that, the effort you put in,” I say, kissing her cheek softly. She sighs but doesn’t seem fully convinced.

“But I don’t want the bike to be mine; I want it to be yours.” She looks up at me before she sighs. “Fine, it’s mine, but will you look after it if I can’t?”

“I will.”

“So, we should definitely take it for a ride later… but… there’s one smaller gift… here.” She holds out an envelope, and I raise an eyebrow. “Open it.”

“You could hold that for my actual birthday instead,” I suggest, taking the envelope. It has some kind of card inside, and I hold it back out to her.

Her heart skips a beat. It’s quick, but I don’t miss it, my attention sharpening as I wait for her answer. “But I wanted to give it to you now; I wanted to show you something on one of them.”

I smirk. She literally just gave away that they might be photographs.

“The wait will be sweeter,” I say, pulling her close.

She pouts before she nods. “Ok.”

I kiss her softly, thinking, this year the Blood Moon falls a week before my birthday, and then she’ll know we’re mates, too.

“I love you,” she whispers softly, cupping my face.

I look down at her. “I love you, too, Darling.”

I lift her off the ground, one arm around her waist, before slipping my other hand under her thighs and spinning her around, kissing her neck softly. “But I will say one thing, I’m impressed you got such an incredible bike. Well done,” I tease.

She pouts. “Thanks, I even tried to learn football rules too, so I kinda know what is going on. Tomorrow you have a game, right?”

“I do,” I say, placing her on the bike, kissing her before peppering more kisses down her neck and collarbone, then I crouch in front of her and kiss her stomach. She’s wearing her Schattenblüte belt, but it’s not activated, and she’s wearing a pleated skirt…

I slide my hands up her thighs, my fingers brushing her butterfly tattoos as they slide under her skirt.

“Twenty-Seven,” I murmur.

“Hmm?” she asks, her cheeks burning.

“You have twenty-seven butterflies on your body,” I answer as I begin placing light, feathery kisses along her inner thighs.

“Jayce…” she breathes, voice shaky, laced with hesitation. “What if someone-”

I glance up at her, following her gaze to the open garage door, with the cool light shining through it. I look back at her, giving her a dangerous smirk. “Then I’d better make you come fast,” I whisper in a low husky voice.

Her cheeks flush, but her legs part wider, silently begging for more.

Her fingers twist tightly in my hair as I move closer, eyes locked on the way her pussy is shaped against her panties that are already slick with her heat.

I slide the fabric aside, just enough to reveal her smooth, bare pussy, and lick my lips.

I pause, letting the image burn into my memory before lifting one of her legs over my shoulder.

Then I go down on her. The moment my tongue touches her, she moans hornily, a delicious sound that only makes me want to do more. That sound always wrecks me.

Her intoxicating taste explodes on my tongue, sweet and sinful. So fucking addictive. I lick deeper, slower, dragging the flat of my tongue along her entrance before circling her clit with aching precision.

She arches with a gasp, her thighs trembling around my shoulders, her scent flooding my senses.

“Gods… yes,” she whimpers. “Right there…”

I don’t stop. I listen to every breath, every moan, adjusting until I find the spot that makes her lose control, and when I do, I stay there, pleasuring her unrelentingly.

Her hands grip the bike behind her for balance, head tilted back, shirt clinging to her breasts, nipples stiff and visible through the thin fabric.

She’s a fucking goddess.

I slide one finger into her, slow and deep.

She clenches around me instantly, her body tight, and so fucking wet.

My mouth never leaves her clit, my tongue working in sync with my hand as I push her closer, closer to the edge, feeling her getting tighter, growing closer to the brink of release.

Her moans grow louder and breathier, and with us no longer remembering that we are out here, I shatter her.

Her orgasm rips through her like a storm. She cries out, the sound loud, erotic and full of satisfaction. It echoes off the garage walls. Her thighs squeeze my head, her juices coating my fingers as I ride the wave with her, not stopping until every last tremor leaves her body.

When I finally draw back, I lick her off my finger, savouring her taste with satisfaction.

“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, staring up at her, my own cock hard in my pants.

She’s panting, chest heaving, hair wild, with glassy eyes that burn with lust. Then she grabs my shirt, yanks me up, and kisses me hard. She tastes herself on my tongue and moans against my mouth as she deepens the kiss, her hands running over my body.

I smirk against her lips.

She’s everything, and she’s fucking mine.

I like the reminder, and every time we kiss or fuck, it consumes us entirely.

She is mine, and I am hers.