32. Aurora
T he high from New York comes crashing down the second I get back to my dorm.
Roger dropped me off out front, and considering Everest couldn’t come up with an excuse to stay with me, or wait for me, I bid him and the guys goodbye and trudged my bag inside.
I’ve not been back here in over a week, and it still doesn’t really feel like home, but that feeling is never more prevalent than when I reach the end of my hallway and spot a box outside my door.
I don’t have to get any closer to know who it’s from, every step I take toward it feels heavy and full of dread.
I tried to block out the flowers that were sent to the guys’ house on the morning of Harden’s mom’s funeral, especially with Everest getting suspicious, but I can’t ignore this.
My hands shake as I unlock my door and toss my bag inside, before leaning down and grabbing the box and marching in with it.
Setting it down on the spare bed, I contemplate not opening it.
Whatever it is can’t be good, but something inside me tells me I still have to see what it is.
Grabbing some scissors, I cut the tape around the lid, before tossing them on the bed and ripping it off.
It takes me a moment to realize what I’m looking at, the floral scent assaulting my nostrils before I even see that it’s another bunch of flowers.
Lilies, just like last time, except these ones aren’t wrapped neatly, in a pretty little bunch with a bow.
No, they have been cut and shredded completely, until they are barely recognizable.
Fuck.
My eyes scan the contents as panic threatens to consume me, and it’s only then I notice a note taped to the underside of the lid.
It’s not like the other ones I received, the letters I stopped reading months ago.
No, this is just a small scrap of paper with only one word written clearly across the center.
Slut.
Next to it is a stamp, and tears burn the back of my eyes as I flick my stare down to my hand, finding the same faded stamp that I struggled to wash off this morning.
It’s from the club we went to last night, and I am running to the bathroom and emptying the contents of my stomach before I can even take my next breath.
He was there, he was in New York with me.
More vomit leaves me until there is nothing left in my stomach, and I stand on shaky legs to wash my hands and brush my teeth.
When I go back into my room I grab the box and the lid, close it back up, and storm from my dorm room, not stopping until I reach the huge trash cans around the back of the building.
I toss the box inside roughly, not caring that I look like a crazy person right now, before I rush back inside until I reach the safety of my dorm.
I check under the beds and inside the wardrobe, before locking my door and window, and climbing into bed.
Only then do I try to calm myself back down, pulling out my phone to text Everest.
Aurora - I don’t feel too good, I’m just going to take a nap and stay here tonight.
Ever - Like fuck you are
Ever - What’s wrong? I’ll come over now
Aurora - Nothing. I’m just tired and sore, I’m okay really
Aurora - I just need to sleep last night off I think
Aurora - Just stay with the guys, I’m fine
Ever - Why the fuck would I want to stay with them?
Aurora - Because they are your friends ??
Ever - One of them made you come last night while the other watched
Ever - Forgive me if I don’t feel very fucking friendly right now
I can’t help but smile at that, letting him calm my rapid heart beat without him even realizing it.
Aurora - Be nice to them and you can fuck me again tomorrow when I’m no longer sore
Ever - Anything for you princess
Ever - And I’m going to fuck you so hard that you will feel me for the rest of your life
Shaking my head at him, I toss my phone onto the night stand and stare at the blank wall above the other bed.
I hate this, I fucking hate this feeling.
I hate knowing that I’m scared, and it’s my own fucking fault.
Whoever is doing this is under my skin and stopping me from living freely, and I hate that more than anything.
Not wanting to wallow in my own fear and pity, I push out of bed and unpack the bag I took to New York, separating the laundry and rehanging the stuff I didn’t wear back in my closet.
Then I go through all the assignments I did for the classes I missed, before taking another shower and getting into bed.
It’s late afternoon now but I know I won’t be able to eat anything, so sleep seems like the better option.
I pop two sleeping pills, put my phone on ‘do not disturb’, and shove my head under the covers, praying that sleep comes to claim me without any nightmares.
The warmth starts in my chest, spreading down into the pit of my stomach and out to my limbs.
I feel safe, protected, loved. The same presence that has loomed around me for over a decade, penetrates my mind like it’s a very part of me.
Like we are forever entwined and destined to drown together.
The feeling is so potent I can taste the saltwater on my tongue, feel the wetness on my lips, and contentment flows through me.
Cobalt-colored eyes watch me, tracking my every move, and making sure no one gets too close.
Not even the scorched amber and forest green stares at his side.
No, I’m his, only his. His to watch, his to own, but then he left.
They all left and someone else took their place.
Someone worse. The thought has me choking, writhing, gasping for air that just doesn’t seem to be coming.
Panic threatens to consume me, darkness claiming me, pulling me down into the pits of hell, as I thrash against it, a dark chuckle vibrating through me.
“That’s it princess, fight me, it only makes me harder.”
The gritted words heat my blood, my thighs slick with arousal, as I fight against the villain of my dreams. A grip tightens around my jaw, both rough and gentle at the same time, caring yet claiming, and I lean into it.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” the voice groans, and it’s so familiar that I know it better than my own.
The praise wraps around me like a blanket, but I once again struggle to catch my breath.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t brea….
My eyes snap open in a panic, awareness creeping in, as my confused and scared gaze collides with Everest’s, as he fucks my mouth with vigorous snaps of his hips.
My room is dark, save from the small lamp on my bedside table, and as my stare flashes around in quick succession, I can see my door is closed and it’s dark outside.
How long have I been asleep?
One of his hands is flexed around the metal bar of my headboard, while the other has my top bunched up in his fist, revealing my bare tits.
His eyes are so dark they almost look gray instead of blue, lust and pride going to war inside of them, as he drags his cock back and forth against my tongue.
Saliva spills down my chin as he uses my mouth like his own personal glory hole, and all I can do is lay back and take it.
It’s wrong, wrong on so many levels that I should be disgusted, feel used and dirty, but the way he’s looking at me, the way his arms flex as he pounds into my pliant mouth.
Well, fuck, I’d do anything to keep him looking at me like that for eternity.
I’m not his sister, not anymore, no. I’m his.
Completely and totally his, and I have never felt more alive.
“Fuck.” He drags out the word on a long groan, as he watches me watch him, and it shoots straight to my core like a fucking arrow hitting the bullseye.
His stare is burning with need, holding me hostage beneath the rough snap of his hips, his cock abusing my tongue back and forth, as he thrusts to the back of my throat without pause.
I widen my mouth, hollowing my cheeks to take him deeper, and his knowing smirk lights up his entire face.
“That’s it, princess, take me deeper, you look so fucking pretty when you let me use your throat like this,” he praises, and I can’t help the moan that I choke out around his length, more spit and precum spilling past my lips.
My core burns with need, my thighs rubbing together desperately searching for relief, but all it does is pull a dark chuckle from the back of his throat.
I try to say something around his length but he only shakes his head.
“No, no, no, you don’t get to come, not when you denied me last night.
” My frown is instant, still choking down his cock, him not relenting on his pace even as he talks, as his eyes gesture toward my nightstand.
“You said I could fuck you again tomorrow,” he hisses, hitting the back of my throat, turning my jaw in his hand to the clock that reads seven minutes past midnight.
I splutter around his length again, for what? To scold him, call him out? Or beg him to fuck me instead of my mouth, but my stepbrother only shakes his head. “Save your words princess, there’s only one thing I want from your mouth right now, and I’m already taking it.”
With every snap of his hips I am mesmerized, taking in the long, lean lines of his body that are more familiar than my own.
He’s not wearing a shirt, no doubt abandoned on my floor somewhere where he first came in here, and I admire the powerful flex of his muscles as he fucks my mouth.
My own core is leaking now, desperate for him to touch me.
I choke and swallow around his length again and he groans, ripping himself from my mouth roughly. “Everest,” I gasp, my throat raw with pain and need.