Page 32 of The Fallen Ones

“Wondering what the fuck you’re doing.” Damien pushed off the doorframe and came closer.

I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling ashamed and angry at the same time. Damien had no right to come in like he owned the place.

But that was typical Damien behavior. He liked to ruin everything.

“I’m helping Lily.” Jace glared at Damien as he approached.

“With what? Breathing? Mouth to mouth? Aren't you two broken up?” Damien raised a dark brow at me.

“It was nothing,” I muttered. Quickly, I reached down to gather my bags, wishing Caleb would have just showed up.

Of course, everything I was feeling would be tripled because I couldn’t shake the desire to know what it was like to have him watch me kiss Jace too. Then Damien…

I shook my head, confused by the intrusive thought.

Damien pissed me off more than anyone in the world ever had.

And Jace was my ex.

“What do you mean it was nothing?” Jace grabbed my arm as I made to leave, deciding to hell with my canvases.

“Don’t fucking touch my sister.” Damien shoved Jace hard in the chest, sending him back a step.

I got between them, knowing their rivalry was out of hand and both had issues with anger toward one another for whatever reason neither ever divulged to me.

“I’m not your sister.” I shoved Damien in the chest, hoping to back him off so Jace wouldn’t attack.

Damien wrapped his hands tightly around my wrists and stared down at me. The way he looked at me made my heart jump in my chest. So much darkness. Pain.Want?

I stared back at him, trying to get myself together.

“Damien, please,” I said softly.

“Please what, baby sister?” His words were silk on my ears.

“Just…don’t.”

“What if I do?” He tugged me against his body. “What will you do about it?”

I had no idea what we were even talking about at this point. The fact Jace hadn’t moved forward made me uneasy and, to be honest, a little turned on if he were watching the exchange.

When I didn’t answer him, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You’ll take it, won’t you, my dirty girl? Anything I give you, you’ll take.”

“Enough.” Caleb stormed into the room and shoved Damien away from me while my pulse pounded hard in my ears. I blinked as Caleb gathered my canvases.

“Lily, go,” he said roughly before turning to Damien and Jace who simply stood watching me scramble to the door. “You two fucks…get your shit sorted. What the fuck?”

We left the room, but not before I cast a final look behind me to see Jace and Damien staring after me like I was prey that had just escaped the jaws of two hungry wolves.

Something about that excited me in a way it definitely shouldn’t and made me realize something was very wrong with me.

Caleb had beenquiet all evening. We watched two movies and ate pizza before he finally sat forward on my couch and cleared his throat. Despite the comedies playing on TV all night, I couldn’t stop replaying the scene from earlier with Damien and Jace. I’d squeezed my thighs together more than once in an effort to ease the ache between my legs at all my awkward dirty thoughts.

“Did you and Olivia get tokens for Satan’s Hollow?”

“Uh, no.” I winced. It seemed neither of us were popular enough to make it on the invitation list. I knew it was elite and exclusive, but I thought Olivia would be able to make it happen. Lord knew I couldn’t. If anything, they’d not let me in because of Jace’s affiliation with the elite on campus. “The party is tomorrow. I honestly don’t think we’re going. But it’s fine. I mean, I have a costume. I can come see you at work.”

Caleb was a bartender at one of the seedy places on our side of town. I often stopped in to hang out with him when I wasn’t at work. It wasn’t like I had a lively night life these days anyway.

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