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Besides, I’d formed a bond with Darcy of my own in the last six weeks.
“Tell me and I’ll rip him apart for it. Tell me what I have to do to break you out of this.”
“He has three Elements!”
And I realised with a horrible, confining certainty, that I was never truly going to be free.
And I guessed that was the new normal. Living as though he was wholly separate to me, like he’d never owned my heart, like I’d never pledged to love him no matter what.
“Stop it,” I snarled, but he was right. I’d dreamed of him again, holding me, kissing me, not betraying me. You know, all the good stuff. Shame he had to ruin it.
“We won’t die,” he said with a shrug. “We’re the Heirs and the Savage Princess. Darcy and the dudebros. Wolfman, Bitey C, Fish Fury, Dragzilla, and the Phoen Dream.”
He placed a mug of coffee down in front of me and I eyed it like it was a bomb set to detonate, though it just sat there innocently. "I know you're still in there, Roxy," he said in a low voice that made the hairs along the back of my neck stand on end. "And sooner or later, I'll figure out how to save you from this."
In short, Solaria was well and truly fucked.
“She misses you, you know?” he said darkly. “She won’t say it, but-” “Don’t,” I growled, my heart crumbling to dust in my chest. “I don’t wanna hear it. She should be moving on.” “I think she has,” he said earnestly and I wasn’t prepared for how much that hurt me. I wanted it, I’d pushed for this, I knew it was what needed to happen.
She was becoming the queen she was always meant to be. It was just hard to accept that I was never going to be her king.
“It is good, and bad. That’s life. I guess that’s one thing The Sight makes me see clearer than anything else. It’s all about the choices you make, the actions you take. Cause and effect. If you do nothing, nothing will happen. If you do everything, everything will happen.”
“He’s going to eat his heart out,” he murmured and I rolled my eyes. “I hope he does by the way. I’m still pissed he hurt my little sister. Kick him in the dick for me, okay?”
“Love you, Gabriel,”
He wouldn’t give a shit because he’d moved on just like I was supposed to have moved on. Which I was definitely working on. And most people were convinced of it anyway thanks to my newfound ability to stuff my emotions down so deep that they didn’t give me away. So I was calling it a win.
He pushed his fingers inside her alongside mine and there was something so fucking hot about the feeling of his hand against mine while we pleasured her as she moaned and panted for us.
There was just something about us both fucking her that I couldn’t get enough of and knowing that she had just had me inside her right before taking him was getting me all kinds of turned on.
I looked back at him with his recently fucked hair as he gave me the puppy dog eyes and found myself giving in way too easily.
"Sure. What are friends for?" he asked sleepily and I watched him in the moonlight as my gut tightened at his use of that word. "Yeah," I muttered, frowning to myself as I closed my eyes too. Friends.
I hated being tactile with anyone. Anyone except Darcy. Alright, and Darius. Apparently I only liked the D.
“How is he allowed here outside of visitation?” I balked. “Special circumstances,” he scoffed, glowering at me. Fucking asshole had a serious attitude problem. “Right, well thanks for making that clear,” I said dryly.
“I fucked Caleb,” he said and I spun around with a gasp, all of my anger tumbling away. “What? Seriously?” “Well, no,” he backtracked. “But I did fuck a girl with him and there was a lot of eye-fucking between us. Like a lot.”
“I know, I know. And no, we didn’t talk about it. But he stayed with me in my bed after Rosalie left. And when I woke up in the morning, he didn’t even complain about my morning glory digging into his ass or that I licked his face to wake him up. I really considered going down on him to just rip the bandaid off and show him how I feel. Do you think I should have?” “Um no, that’s a bit full on,” I said. “You need to speak to him.” “Yeah, I mean I kind of tried to.” He hung his head, whining softly. “I mentioned how good it had been seeing his dick driving in and out of Rosalie and I was about
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Orion folded his arms over his bare chest which I still absolutely wasn’t checking out.
But there were some things that night had changed in me which I wouldn’t want to take back.
"You don't need to bother with that star bullshit in front of us," I said in a low voice as I glared at him. "We all know that you're just a psychotic megalomaniac who has such a hard on for power that you'd do anything and everything to claim it."
"Wait - are you telling me the palace has locked itself to him?" I asked, my mood lifting at the thought of that.
"Oh magical muscles, look at the size of that six pack!" Geraldine gasped as she looked at me. "You truly are one beastly specimen of a man, Darius Acrux. No wonder my lady Tory is so enamoured with your swollen banana. I did sometimes wonder if she'd been drinking at the moose juice when she kept falling under your spell, but getting a close up look at your man-parcel really has me all of a dither-" "Stop looking at his fucking man-parcel," Max snarled, moving up behind her and slapping a hand over her eyes as I snorted a surprised laugh.
"Well stop staring at Darius's dick then," he growled. "Excuse you, sir, but I am doing no such thing! For one, the delicious Dragon has not revealed his man ham for the room to peruse at leisure, so I was only appreciating the powerful physique which he uses to please my lady! And for two, I would never lay so much as a chin whisker upon the flesh of the man my lady is destined to love by all the stars in the sky! I am merely expressing my approval for his ability to pleasure her physically, even if his personality has left a lot to be desired-" "Hey," I growled as Darcy muttered, "She's got
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"You're gonna have to get my pants off if you wanna see that one, Roxy," he teased and I found myself replying before I could think it through. "Nice try, asshole."
He’s been to hell and back losing you, Tory. Please don’t let Father win by keeping you away from him now.”
I may never have been an heir to anything in my life, but in this herd, I really wanted to be the king. So I was going to dethrone my Dom and take his crown. Then Sofia would be mine.
"One time I got so mad at Darius that I tried to punch him, but I ended up hitting myself in the face instead,"
“We’re all at least a little fucked up, Tory,” he said roughly. “But the people who love us don’t give a shit about that. Better still – they love us even more for it.”
I wish I could hate you, but I feel something far worse than that. A love that won’t die for the man who broke me.
Yup, that’s definitely what’s doing it for me. Not the guy who used to fuck me until I couldn’t walk straight and made me come ten times before he even considered being done with me.
“I lie in the palace of the flames. Where the ground is deep and the dead are old. Where the last of them lie. Only there shall you find peace.”
“Keep the broken promise,”
“He wasn’t a savage,”
I half expected her to just bolt, but Roxanya Vega wasn’t built like that and she raised her chin instead, ready to face her demon. I just wished that wasn’t how she viewed me.
She was wild at heart, but right now, her fire had been dampened until I barely recognised her anymore and I was left shattered in the face of what I'd done to her. Because this might have been on my father, but I knew it was on me too.
Because that sound, that dismissive scoff and the way her posture had tightened the smallest amount was her. Not the fucked up version my father had tried to twist her into. That was my girl, calling me on my bullshit the moment I tried to give her it and I couldn't help but smile just a little as I saw that glimpse of herself.
"As if his lizard blood could taste as good as mine," Seth scoffed, shooting me a glare which quite clearly told me to back the fuck off as if I'd been the one suggesting it.
"I hope you're not trying to challenge me here, Roxy,"
Roxanya Vega was the kind of girl who pick pocketed from strangers to survive and rode fast motorcycles while calling mean bastards out on their shit and making no apologies for who she was. And I was thoroughly addicted to finding out everything about who that might be.
"Maybe," she said finally before giving her attention to eating her food and I tried not to grin like a smug motherfucker as I joined her.
She smiled at that suggestion and my heart leapt as I looked at her. She was so beautiful. Why hadn’t I just let myself see that before? I’d been so caught up on the idea of it just being lust and wanting to hate fuck her that I’d refused to see that her beauty went so much deeper than her appearance. She was everything I wasn’t and everything I wanted. A princess, born to live her life in a specific way just like I had been and yet she refused to blindly follow any path. At least until my father had forced her onto one.
The heat of her body against mine had my mind filling up with ideas of all the things I'd fantasised about doing with her more times than I could even count. I'd imagined having her in each and every way conceivable and had dreamed about her every night for so long that I couldn't even remember when it had begun. And yet all of that paled into nothing when compared to the reality of actually holding her.
Having Orion’s new number was a treat in itself. I sent him daily photographs of me and Darcy together with captions like #sheaintblueoveryounomore and #teamDeth. He’d blocked my number after threatening to rip my intestines out and strangle me with them – amongst other murderous threats - but then I got a magical app which sent my texts from anonymous numbers so he couldn’t keep me away. It was hilarious. And very intentional. Because I was officially kickstarting Mission: Get Darion Back Together.
And secondly, no bitch. Just no.
