Page 31 of You Belong With Me

I avert my gaze and focus on my fucking breathing. Goddamn. If I make itthreeminutes without touching her, at this point, it’ll be a fucking miracle.

“Thank you for coming when you did,” she says quietly.

“You’re my consort,” I say simply.

She’s silent for a second before saying, “Sooo…if it were Ava in here with Gabriel, you’d do the same thing…”

I glance at her quickly. Do I sense a tinge of jealousy in her voice? And why does that make my heart beat just a little bit faster?

“Yes,” I say, and it’s true. I would’ve intervened no matter who it was. What Idon’tsay, is that as soon as I’d subdued Gabriel, it would’ve been over. The violent rage boiling up inside me is a reaction to Gabriel touchingWynspecifically. That shit just isn’t going to happen. I don't give a fuck who it is.

“Wow,” she says sarcastically, rolling onto her back. “What a gentleman.”

I roll over onto my side, propping my head up on my palm as I stare down at her. I study the red mark on her cheek that’s slowly beginning to turn purple. “We should ice this cheek,” I say, brushing my finger over it.

She catches my hand, and shakes her head, her eyes climbing up to meet mine. “You’d have to go downstairs to get it, and I don’t want you to leave.”

Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my phone and send off a quick text. Then I hold up my phone, and drop it onto the mattress between us, like I’m dropping a mic. “It’s done.”

She smiles. “Just like that, huh?”

I shrug. “Yup. I sent a group text. Someone should be bringing it up shortly.”

“Wow,” she laughs. “Must be nice to get whatever you want, whenever you want it.”

I smirk at that because it’s fucking ironic, isn’t it? I have Wyn in my bed, lying like a buffet right in front of me, and yet…she’s the one thing I can’t fucking have. “There are still some things I can’t have,” I say.

She laughs again like she finds that statement absurd. “Like what?”

I shrug one shoulder, and my gaze falls to my finger, which is tracing a random pattern on her arm. “Like you, for example.”

“You’ve already had me,” she says. “Many times, in fact.”

My gaze climbs back up to her beautiful face. “I want more than your body,” I say quietly.

Her throat moves as she swallows, but she smiles to cover it. “What do you want, then? My soul?”

I’m not smiling. “Is that too much to ask?”

She flips onto her side, too, so we’re facing each other. “And how would that work, exactly? You get my soul, and I get…what exactly?”

It’s a fair question. She’d naturally want something of equal value in return. But could I ever give away my soul to someone? I never thought I’d even consider something like that, but now…I’m not so sure.

There’s a knock on the door, and I jump off the bed a little too energetically, thankful something has saved me from having to answer Wyn’s question. I cross the room and pull the door open. Austin is on the other side with a plastic freezer bag full of ice.

“Thanks, bro.” I take the bag from him, and he moves to walk away, but I stop him. “Yo, one more thing. Call a meeting with the other Sacred Sons—they’re all here, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Austin says. “I think so.”

“Cool. One hour from now, in the study.”

He makes a clicking sound with his tongue and points at me. “You got it.”

I shut and lock the door, then turn back to Wyn with the bag in my hand. She’s lying right where I left her, looking like a fuckingsnack.Still on her side, head resting on her palm, watching me cross the room.

I get back onto the bed and hold the ice up to her face. She takes it from me, wincing when the cold bag makes contact with her cheek. Her eyelids flutter closed, and her teeth scrape her bottom lip.

My cock stirs to life.

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