Page 61 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos
Putting my head down, I get back to figuring it out. The incessant urge to find the answers I seek is only growing. It’s taking time, but I’ll get there. I’m determined to get there.
A few hours pass, the chatter and the sound of the TV fade away, signalling that everyone has retreated for the night.
Sleep is already gnawing at me, so gathering up my papers, laptop and book, I head to the lounge instead, hoping the change of surroundings shakes the sleep off.
I settle onto the sofa and get back to work, now on my laptop, zooming in on the photos I took and trying to figure out the words.
Another hour later, I massage my temples, deciding I should turn in. I have about eleven words I’m sure are correct; the rest is a mess. I won’t get far if I keep pushing myself. I’ll work faster when I’m not so sleepy.
I shut my laptop, closing my eyes for a moment, when I heara door open. I don’t bother paying attention, thinking it’s most likely someone for the bathroom. But when I catch the whiff of cherries, my eyes snap open and suddenly all sleep vanishes. My wolf stirs inside of me, growling within my mind as his eyes drink up the sight before us.
A sexy, curvaceous goddess.
She’s in tiny shorts and a matching top that doesn’t even cover her stomach fully. Tiny straps hold it up. Her outfit is white, with little cherries on it. Her long hair is open as she slowly makes her way to the kitchen area and opens the pizza box that contains the leftovers.
She definitely just tumbled out of bed, because her ass is swallowing those itty-bitty shorts right up. She lets out a soft yawn, stretching her arms above her head, her back arching sexily.
Fuck.
I don’t know if it’s the way I’m slouched on the sofa, but the view is way too distracting. Her ass jiggles slightly when she shakes her head in an attempt to move her hair off her face as she places two pizza slices on a plate and turns.
Her eyes suddenly snap to me, and she gasps, the plate slipping from her hand, but with quick reflexes, she catches it. Her breasts, not bound by a bra, almost spill out of her top at the sudden move.
What a fucking tease…
Now all I’ll see all night is her.
“Glad to see you finally decided to eat,” I say quietly, my voice thick from the lack of use over the last few hours.
She purses her lips and looks away. Is she ignoring me?
She tosses her hair over her shoulder and is about to saunter back to her bedroom when I speak again, “Are you not going to heat that up?”
She pauses and looks over her shoulder at me.By all means, look away. I’ll enjoy the view.Just the thought of her fucks with my head. And I know it’s wrong, she’s Ahren’s sister.
“I can eat it cold,” she says haughtily. I stand up, and her eyes widen as they dart to her bedroom like a little deer caught in headlights, not knowing which way to go to escape.
“What’s with the attitude?” I ask, now blocking her path and crossing my arms.
Damn, if I thought her ass was the best fucking view, then I didn’t look at her tits… She’s an 11 from all angles. I keep my eyes trained on hers as she frowns up at me. Her attitude surprises me, but it also intrigues me.
“You insulted me. I don’t need to talk to you,” she replies icily.
I cock a brow. Oh... so, it’s that…
“I might consider apologising if you continue to perform well in training,” I suggest quietly, my eyes flicking to her lips before I look back into her grey eyes. Grey or… they look different… not grey.
“As if an apology can fix what you said to me.” She glares at me, but that only makes me want to push her a little more.
“Oh shit, my bad, I didn’t realise the Rossi Princess got offended so fast.”
She narrows her eyes at me, and this time they glimmer a dark red. “Keep talking and I’ll show you exactly how angry I can get,” she murmurs threateningly, her voice now a deeper, sexier tone. One that makes every hair on my body stand on end. Thesudden hunger to have her talk to me in that voice intensifies. It’s electrifying, seductive and enrapturing.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” I hear myself whisper, stepping ever so slightly closer. I see it now, the change in her hair, her eyes, the angle of her jaw, the way her body seems to glisten enticingly, and I feel myself throb.
Fuck.
Her heart pounds, but she doesn’t back down. Her eyes dip to my lips before she reaches up with her delicate hand with long, dark red nails, they’re thin yet sharp, and she drags one down my cheek, cutting into me, drawing blood.
