Chapter 32 Alabaster #2
I move—rough, desperate, and greedy. I can feel every curve dragging inside her. She’s soaked and clenching around me like she’s about to break.
I reach between her legs and rub her clit—slow, just enough to make her jump. She moans so loud it echoes.
“I’m coming—fuck—I’m—” Her voice cuts off as she groans through it, legs shaking.
Her body goes limp as she moans beneath me. I don’t stop. I can’t.
The pressure coils tight in my gut, and I feel my dick pulsing inside her as I come.
I stay there, savoring the feeling. I drag out slowly, relishing the way her body clenches—every ridge catching, making her twitch and tense until I’m fully out.
Her back arches like she’s still trying to keep me in, but I’m already looking down, staring at the mess I made.
My cum slipping from the hole I stretched. Dripping. Ruined. Marked.
My fingers trail down the arch of her spine as she trembles beneath me. I grip her hair, tilt her head, and kiss her forehead. I drop beside her and drag her onto my chest.
She’s still gasping when she looks up at me—her dark eyes glossy.
“I think… I love you, too.”
I close my eyes, and I feel it. The urge to keep her. To break her. To ruin her sweet little mind until she only sees me.
Instead, I kiss her softly.
As though that’s enough.
It won’t be.
She quickly falls asleep in my arms.
It’s past one in the morning when I feel a shift in the air. Heavy and electric.
I scan the dark room, my eyes locking on the balcony. The glass doors are shut, but I see those glowing white eyes, clear as day through the dark. Alok.
I slip out of bed carefully, keeping quiet so I don’t wake Calli. The floorboards creak beneath me as I move toward the door. I open it and step outside, the wood cool beneath my feet as I lean against the railing.
“Haven’t seen you in a while,” I say, my voice calm. “What happened to keeping watch?”
He steps forward, materializing beside me like a shadow finally choosing form.
“I’ve been here and there,” he says. “Watching. From where I’m not seen.”
He turns to me, eyes still glowing. “I warned you, Kai. You know the risks of falling for a mortal.”
“I know,” I say, rubbing my jaw. “I just don’t care.”
I pause, staring out into the dark beyond the trees, then continue. “She’s like her ancestor. Strong blood. Powerful. They always seem to be drawn to the grimoire.”
He hums low. “Humans tend to be drawn to it.”
“No,” I say, slower this time. “It calls to them. It speaks. I’ve watched her use it. It doesn’t resist her—it serves her. As if it knows exactly what she wants, and gives it willingly.”
I turn to meet his eyes. “Her ancestor found it buried beneath an old church. No telling how long it had been there. But I’m starting to believe it didn’t end up there by accident.”
He narrows his gaze, sensing where I’m going.
“There’s only one being it could’ve belonged to.”
The name tastes bitter in my mouth.
“Ashur.”
Alok’s posture shifts. Just slightly.
“He was the only titan known to have crossed into this realm after the war. The place it was buried… It was too intentional. A prison. A warning.” I exhale slowly.
“It’s just a guess. But it’s the only one that makes sense.
He’s the only one who was never recovered. No remains. No relics. Just… silence.”
Alok looks at me, something unreadable behind his eyes. “Funny that you would be the one to find it. Considering you follow in his footsteps.”
My expression darkens. I look down at him, my voice steady and measured.
“I know she will die. I accept that. But I can love her while I have her. I don’t have delusions.”
Silence stretches between us. Heavy with everything that can’t be undone.
“I’m surprised you chose to don a human form.” His voice is calm, but the air between us is thick. “I’ve never known you to willingly weaken yourself.”
He doesn’t look at me, just stares out at the night with that detached stillness I’ve come to hate.
“It’s necessary,” I say. “I need to understand what’s happening here. Too many things don’t add up.”
He finally turns his head, and the shadows shift across his face.
“Her ancestor called on me,” I say. “Begged for help. He couldn’t control the power inside him, and in his desperation, he created the Covenant. Used my sigil to channel divine magic. It consumed him.”
He speaks calmly. “You’ve been busy.”
He leans forward against the railing, his eyes glinting with starlight, like he’s amused by how small everything is. “They called your true name,” he continues. “They used your sigil against your will. You should have razed the earth beneath them.”
I shrug, unconcerned. “It’s fascinating, really. The way humans scrape at power they were never meant to wield. I underestimated them.”
A sharp sound cuts through the tension. A doorknob turning downstairs. Both of us go still. Our ears twitch.
“Looks like they’re back,” I mutter.
I turn toward him, keeping my voice low and clipped. “You need to go. They brought a witch with them—she’ll sense you.”
But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even blink.
“Oh no,” he says. “I think I’ll be staying.”
My stomach drops.
“I’m well-versed in possession,” he continues, his voice smooth like oiled metal. “And I believe I’ve found a prime subject to host.”
My face hardens. “No. You can’t.”
He raises a brow.
“Her brother is essential to all of this. You know that. You know what’s at stake.”
“Not the brother.” His head tilts, the grin creeping up again. “I’m well aware of his little ghost. I imagine it would take issue if I possessed him.”
The grin widens. “I’m talking about the new addition.”
He says it like it’s nothing. Like it may not cost us everything.
“You take no issue with that, do you?”
Fuck.
He’s cornering me. Putting me in a position where any move I make is the wrong one. If I stop him, I risk losing my only link to the truth. If I let him—Calli will know. She’ll feel it. She’ll know I let it happen.
“You can’t,” I say quietly. “She’ll know.”
He hums, unbothered. “They’ve been estranged. How would she know? She won’t be able to sense me in a host. The witch is perfect. Strong. Gifted. Isolated. Your girl doesn’t need to know. And you…” He glances at me, a gleam in his eyes. “You won’t tell her.”
I hear doors opening. Footsteps. Voices drifting in from downstairs. They’re all settling in.
He smiles again.
I take a step toward him. “No—”
But he’s already smoke. Gone, he slips beneath the crack of the door like a silent mist on a tide.
I’m moving before I can think, my feet barely touching the ground. I race after him, every step calculated, every movement as quiet as these human feet allow. But not quiet enough.
I hear a door open—just outside her room.
The bathroom.
I catch his shadow sliding along the floor like a serpent, then rising. Phasing through Calli’s door.
I don’t hesitate. I reach for the handle and ease it open as silently as I can. Just in time to see his shadow settle, shift, and take shape.
A body twitches in the dark. Limbs stiffen then go still.
It’s Jack.
I freeze.
He lifts his head slowly—mechanically. Then his neck turns, unnaturally smooth. Our eyes lock, and he smiles. That’s not Jack anymore.
He turns, not saying a word, and walks calmly into the hallway. Back straight. Shoulders steady.
Like he belongs here.
He disappears into his room. The door closes with a soft click.
I stand there, my pulse hammering, the silence pressing in around me.
Fuck…