Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Izzy
It’s late. I lie in the huge bed in my room in the castle and stare out the window.
A cold breeze floats in, but the fire in my fireplace adds a perfect contrast to the cold, and the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks far below me should be the perfect sound to fall asleep to, but sleep feels so far away.
My sister is in the house with me. My sister.
The person I’ve searched for all my life.
And I don’t trust her.
I hear the creak of my door opening. Stiffening, I look back at the doorway to find Van standing, his hair messy, wearing nothing but boxers. His usually guarded expression is gone, replaced by one of uncertainty.
Unable to help myself, I sit up, smiling. “Come in.”
He nods and closes the door softly behind him, then crosses the space between us. When he’s standing over my bed, he hesitates again.
“Lonely?” I ask.
He sinks onto the bed and touches my face, running his hand along my cheek. “I’m worried about you.”
“I didn’t think Van Wellington worried.”
He smirks, but it’s a kind smirk. “I think it’s Tyr inside of me. The guy always wants to be a hero, in every situation. He also wants justice… He keeps trying to convince me to get rid of Oliver and Thea. I finally stuffed him down so deep I couldn’t hear him anymore.”
“Good, because we’re definitely not getting rid of them. Not until I know who they are deep down.”
He looks relieved. “So you’re okay?”
“I’d be more relieved if I wasn’t sleeping alone tonight…”
“Sleeping…?” He quirks a brow.
Something deep inside of me aches. This man is so damn beautiful. Hard on the outside and my softy on the inside. He always has a way of making me feel special that I’m one of the people he let inside.
“Maybe not sleeping exactly.” I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it off, then wiggle out of my shorts and underwear.
Van’s expression grows dark with desire, and he stands, dropping his boxers. For a second, he really does look like a god. His skin seems to glow in the firelight, and his body is so damned muscular and hard in every way. I lean up onto my knees, and his mouth wordlessly captures mine.
His touch is so damned gentle, as if he’s trying to carefully pull my dark thoughts away and bring me into the light of his embrace. And somehow, it’s perfect. Just what I need in every way.
When our kiss breaks, he looks down at me, his gaze worshipping. “I love you. I don’t know how you managed it, but I love you more than anything.”
“I love you too,” I say.
His hands drift down my arms, and goosebumps rise on my flesh.
When he captures my breasts and gently pinches my nipples, I sigh and let my head fall back.
He leans down and captures one peak in his mouth, and I moan, digging my hands into his hair.
He stays there for a while, sending my thoughts spiraling away, before moving onto the other breast.
“Van, please,” I moan.
His hand drifts down and parts me, then strokes my wet folds. And as always, I’m amazed. Amazed by how he can seem to awaken everything inside of me with such a soft touch.
“Please,” I whisper. “Van, I need you inside of me.”
For a minute, he continues to suck my breast and stroke my body, but then he reluctantly pulls away. “You’re sure, babe?”
“Fuck, yes.”
His chuckle is low and husky as he pushes me back on the bed. He lifts my legs, then spreads them and moves between them, dragging me closer to the edge of the bed, so I’m at the perfect angle. When his cock slides into my folds, I’m wet and ready, my hands tangling into the sheets.
But Van knows just how to work me. How to ease into my body as it squeezes and holds him tightly. And he knows just when to stop and let me get used to his size.
I’m breathing hard when he leans over me and starts to kiss me again. My nails dig into his back, and he slides out, then slams back into me. I cry out in pleasure against his mouth, and I feel a shudder wrack his body.
Over and over again, he thrusts into me, and I wrap my legs around his back to hold him closer. To take him deeper. We work together then, creating a perfect rhythm to build our pleasure. Until at last I come, screaming his name, and he explodes inside of me, my name tearing from his lips.
As the waves of my orgasm start to fade, my head lolls to the side. I’m still shaking, desire racing through me, when my eyes connect with Thea’s. Her expression is thunderous, and then she slips from the room and is gone.
My heart races. Not from the mind-blowing sex, but from the realization that my sister just walked in on Van and I together. Why? Why would she do such a thing?
I almost tell Van, but he’s already unsure of her, so I keep silent. What just happened will need to be addressed. But this isn’t a god thing.
This is something between sisters.