A Temptation
Jayce
Ikiss her like it’s the first time, and in a way, it is. This is the first time I’m letting myself fully surrender to what I feel for her since marking her. The first time that I’ve stopped fighting the emotions tearing through me every second she’s near.
She tastes like cherries and temptation; soft moans escape her as she clings to me, her fingers twisted tightly in my hair like she’s been waiting for this moment, and I guess she has.
I kiss her deeper, because now that I’ve finally surrendered to how I feel, I’m unable to stop. Sparks surge through us, every ounce of emotion amplified until I can barely separate where my feelings end and hers begin.
She’s mine, and I’m hers. No matter how much I denied that, in the end, I yielded to that truth.
I break the kiss when she gasps for air, her lips swollen and red, her chest rising quickly beneath that sinful fucking dress that has tormented me since the moment I laid eyes on her.
For a moment, I just stare at her, completely wrecked by how beautiful she looks standing there, flushed and breathless because of me.
Then I lower my mouth to her jaw.
She shivers instantly, her heart thrumming even louder.
I trail slow kisses down her skin, taking my time tasting her, feeling every trembling breath she tries and fails to steady.
My hand tightens possessively around her waist as my lips reach her neck, my eyes briefly lifting to the mark I left there.
My mark.
My gaze dips to her heaving breasts, and that almost snaps the last thread of control I have left.
I press my lips against her neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin, and a soft moan escapes her instantly, the sound sending a brutal rush of heat straight through my body. Her nails dig into the back of my neck as she presses herself fully against me.
“Jayce…” she whimpers shakily as her arousal reaches my nose.
Fuck.
My cock hardens painfully, and I grip her tighter for a second before forcing myself to pull back. Every instinct in me is screaming to take her somewhere private, to drag her upstairs and worship every inch of her body until sunrise. But we can’t do that, not right now.
I brace one hand against the wall behind her, breathing hard, whilst the other remains wrapped firmly around her waist as we both try to recover.
“Jayce…” she murmurs, kissing my chest softly.
“Sienna,” I whisper back. She tilts her head up and smiles. Her eyes are full of emotion, but it’s the happiness that gets to me. The fear that that very light will dull or I’ll fail her remains, but I have to make sure neither of those things happens.
I cup her chin gently, brushing my thumb across her plump red lips before leaning down to press a softer kiss against her forehead.
“And for the record,” I murmur, my voice rougher than usual, “I wanted to confess before I saw how devastatingly beautiful you looked tonight.”
Amusement flickers through her eyes despite the lingering heat between us.
“Good to know,” she whispers, reaching up and brushing her lips across my jaw.
Goddess, I fucking love her.
I slowly release her and take a reluctant step back. Her gaze instantly drops to my chest, where her drink stained the front of my shirt.
“Take your shirt off,” she says, holding her hand out. “I’ll clean it.”
I raise a brow slowly. “And you can’t clean it while I’m wearing it?” I ask mockingly.
She blushes. “I could… But I want to at least get to admire my Alpha before he covers up,” she says before she bends down, giving me an eyeful of her cleavage as she examines her right foot. I realise some of her drink got onto her ankle and foot, too.
She’s about to slide off her heel when I bend down and, cupping the back of her leg, slide her heel off.
Her heart pounds as she stares down at me, and I smirk before I lean down, raising her foot to my lips and flick my tongue along her heel.
The taste of cherries enters my mouth, her heart pounding violently as I continue to trace my tongue over the spill, watching as she bites her lip, and I know if I push aside her dress, she’ll be soaking wet...
“Jayce,” she whimpers, her heart hammering.
Placing a soft kiss on her foot, I return it to the ground and stand up, resisting a smirk as I unbutton my shirt, keeping my eyes locked on her.
Her cheeks are flushed a pretty red, her lips parted as she tries to gather herself.
And I haven’t even fucked her yet.
She steps forward, sliding my shirt off my shoulders, her eyes meeting mine with unbridled desire, and I swallow, clenching my jaw.
“You’re playing with fire, Darling,” I murmur. I’m not the only one who has such an effect. She’s testing my self-control, which is already on the brink of destruction.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she whispers seductively, snaking her arms around my neck, and the shirt she helped me remove falls to the ground. “The night is young… We can return later.” Her eyes flicker down the side of the house to where the party has just begun.
I look into her red eyes, at the woman she’s become: the confidence she holds, the determination, experience and resilience that have moulded her into who she is today.
I cup the back of her hair, my other hand sliding beneath the slit in her dress, before I cup her thigh and pull her against me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, having to say those words before this.
“For what?” she asks softly, concern in her eyes.
“For hurting you, for the way I treated you; it doesn’t fix it, but I wanted you to know that.”
“And I’m sorry for hurting you – for my actions.”
“That I understood was out of your hands,” I say quietly. “I let my own insecurities win, and I won’t deny that fear remains.”
I admit it, even if it makes me less of a man, even if I sound pathetic, I’m unable to stop worrying about her. I don’t want to lose her; I can’t lose her.
“I don’t have the intuition of a certain king, but something tells me we’re going to be stronger than ever together. That fear is normal; I feel it, too. Together or not, I worry about you, too. But that’s a part of love and life. Just remember, you are mine, and I am yours.”
“Sienna is mine.”
We both turn, startled, and look at the little kid who stands there watching us suspiciously.
“Kaden!” Sienna exclaims, her cheeks burning up as she quickly pulls away and grabs my shirt from the floor.
“Why are you naked?” Kaden asks me, crossing his arms.
“His shirt got juice on it, see? I’m going to clean it,” Sienna explains, clearly flustered.
I smirk. Oh, come on now, I’m sure he’s seen your parents make out.
Her eyes widen as she stares at me before she whispers a spell, and my shirt ripples before she shakes it out, and I see the stain is gone.
“My abs are still sticky,” I remark.
“Oh! I uh, I can get a wipe,” she mumbles, waving her hand before a pack of wipes appear in her hand. “I always have essentials stored nearby.”
I smirk as I take the wipes she hands me and slowly drag them down my abs, my eyes remaining on her as she watches me, before I take my shirt from her and slip it on.
Kaden stands there watching us. “Sienna, do you like Jayce?” he asks bluntly.
I look up at Sienna, expecting her to deny it, but she places her hands on her knees and bends forward to look into the eyes of her little brother and nods. “I do, very much,” she whispers.
Kaden frowns before he nods slowly. “Ok then. I like Jayce, too.”
Sienna smiles, tugging his cheek.
“Thanks,” I say, and I button my shirt as Sienna stands straight, taking the wipes from me and making them disappear.
“Being a witch is efficient,” I remark.
“You have no idea,” she replies with a smile.
I reach over, slipping my fingers beneath the fabric of her dress that rests against her breast. There’s a light stain on the fabric, most likely from when we were kissing.
“You left a stain,” I murmur, the back of my fingers brushing against her breast.
“Y-yeah,” she murmurs, her voice sounding breathy. I don’t remove my hand, and she places her own on top of that fabric, whispering the spell under my burning gaze.
The stain disappears, and I slide my hand down the curve of her breast before brushing my knuckles along her waist. Leaning down, I kiss her forehead softly.
There’s so much I want to say to her, and yet no words feel enough, especially not when we have an audience.
“Let’s go back to the party,” Kaden says.
“I guess your plan has to wait,” I murmur to Sienna, placing my hand on her lower back.
She tilts her head. “For now,” she says, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“For now,” I repeat.
Kaden begins to walk towards the party, pausing to make sure we’re following.
Soon the music is loud again, the lights glowing brightly as we step back into the crowd. Instantly, I feel several pairs of eyes on us, and when I look straight ahead, I see Dad and Uncle Rayhan standing together, both of them looking at us.
Before I can ignore them and guide Sienna away, Kaden runs over to his dad.
“Dad! Sienna was kissing Jayce!”
The chatter around us dies as other eyes now turn on us. Heaven and Alessandra both smirk as if victory is theirs. Ares and Renji smirk as Carter nods in approval.
But it’s Grandad who speaks. “Well, it’s about time,” he says with a smirk on his lips, and Grandma on his arm, as he turns his attention to Uncle Alejandro. “It’s time for a Westwood to finally make a Rossi his Luna.”
A few people chuckle.
Uncle Alejandro snorts. “In the same fucking way as we Rossis did,” he mutters, downing his glass.
“I’m so happy,” Delsanra says as Uncle Damon whistles.
“Congratulations to the both of you for coming together,” he says as he walks over and pats my back, smiling at Sienna.
Alessandra and Heaven hurry over and tug Sienna away from me.
“She’ll be right back,” Heaven promises.
As my friends and brothers congratulate me, I can’t help but think over Uncle Alejandro’s remark.
In the same fucking way?
What exactly did he mean? I mean, both Leo and he were dicks to Aunty Kiara and Azura, but that can’t be it.
My train of thought dies as my attention snaps to the lycan who is lighting a cigarette.
There is one other thing they had in common…
“I’m sorry, excuse me,” I mutter, brushing past Asher and Carter as I make my way across the room towards Uncle Alejandro.
The noise of the party feels distant suddenly, muffled beneath the violent pounding of my heartbeat as I stop in front of him.
“What did you mean by that?” I ask quietly, forcing the words out evenly despite the tension tightening every muscle in my body.
Uncle Alejandro looks at me over the rim of his drink, a cold smirk slowly tugging at his lips. His dark eyes gleam with something unreadable, but beneath the amusement, there’s a dangerous edge to them, too.
“Oh, you know exactly what the fuck I mean.”
My stomach drops.
“Alejandro!”
He glances towards whoever called him before looking back at me one last time. Then he pats my shoulder almost mockingly and brushes past me.
My heart thunders as I turn, scanning the crowd until I find her.
She’s standing beside Heaven and Allie near the dance floor, blushing at something one of them says whilst absently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, completely unaware that my entire fucking universe has just tilted on its axis.
The music fades into nothing.
The laughter.
The conversations.
Everything disappears beneath the roar of blood rushing through my head.
I stare at her.
Slowly, my gaze lowers down her body until it stops there.
Sienna’s pregnant.
With my child.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.