Thalia’s povI flinched. I tried to curl myself into a ball. I wanted to be smaller. I wanted to disappear. I didn’t want them to see me like this—not in my naked form or in this broken-down state. None of that mattered. It was the change. I didn’t want them to see this change.Milo walked toward me quickly. His eyes were wide. He wasn’t angry at me, but he was angry and scared about the whole situation. He knelt down in front of me, his big hand reaching out—but it didn’t touch me. It just hovered there.“Thalia, what did you do? Fuck… Look at this mess.” His voice was low and strained. He wasn’t just talking about Rhys. He was talking about me—how messed up I looked, how wrong this moment was.The feeling of him being so close was too much. I could feel his worry. And his scent—it hit my new, hypersensitive senses like a punch. The burning under my skin flared up.“No!” The word burst from my throat, raw and broken. I lifted my head. My eyes were blurry with tears. I met Milo’s gaze
Thalia's POVI lay on the cold floor, naked and shaking. Jax had just carried Rhys out of the room and the door shut. I was alone in the dim morning light. Guilt sat heavy in my chest. It felt like a big rock crushing me because Rhys was sick. It was my fault. It was because of me… yes, it was also because of Reena. But it was more of me—Because I let it happen. Shame crawled all over my body.But then my body would not stop shaking. It wasn't just fear anymore. And it certainly wasn't cold either.It was a strange burning feeling inside of me. It had spread all over my skin. It was a strange buzz under my skin. Every part of me felt too sensitive and kind of odd. It felt like I was wearing another layer of skin and like my skin wasn't really mine anymore.I pushed myself up from the bed—I wasn't comfortable sitting there anymore. So I sat on the floor. My eyes quickly looked around, and my gaze landed on my torn robe and my ripped pants, which lay close to it. It was evidence of the
Jax's POVI moved forward to get Rhys. He was a heavyweight, his hotness was searing hot against my arms. His shift had drained him totally. And it was horribly worse than I'd ever seen. And of course I knew why. Thalia. Her nearness, her raw, human power, had disrupted his healing. It was a dangerous link.I had to carry him out of her room, and I left her standing there alone in the mess. I didn't need to be told, I already knew what had happened and the evidence was as bright as the day. The torn robe, the shredded panties—proof of a night I had to understand. My head was spinning, not with anger at her but with a deep frustration. She did not know what she was playing with. And I was not clear enough. I didn't go into details when cautioning her. But I still warned her.I stepped down the quiet corridor, Rhys's lifeless form was a reminder of what I had not been able to do. Warn her properly.I laid him gently on the large couch in the main living room. He moaned, a light and fever
Thalia's POVMy eyes flew open. My head felt heavy, heavy with sleep and the lingering fog of the forbidden pleasure of a few hours ago. It was day again and… I didn't even know when I slept off. Or even for how many hours I had been sleeping.The soft morning light told me that it was early, but there was a different sort of heat pressed against me. It wasn't the heat of Reena's naked body. This one was bigger. And more solid. And something was horribly and fundamentally wrong.I blinked to try and bring my sleep-hazed vision into focus.Then… my breath hitched in my throat.Lying next to me, with his arm heavy on my waist, was Rhys.His hard, wide chest rose and fell with shallow, struggling breaths. His face, which used to be so weird but untroubled, was flushed in bright red. Little beads of sweat laced his forehead and they were shining in the dim light. He was asleep, yet burning hot, as if he was being cooked. A deep and unsettling heat poured from him, searing into my side.Co
Reena's eyes gleamed with dark hunger. "Little bird… I had a lot of things I wanted to do with this beauty. But… I don't have time for playing. The boys will be back soon," she whispered. Her voice was rough and deep. She pushed me with a soft, firm but strong shove that sent me falling backward onto the soft and cool sheets of my bed. My legs spread. I could now feel the pool in my cunt. Nothing was working in my head anymore.And in a matter of seconds, she was on top of me. She sat on my hips. Her naked thighs were warm against mine. Her eyes burned into mine. "I just want to fuck you."With that, she slowly lowered herself onto me. Parting my legs further, she crossed my body. Carefully, the soft, hot wetness of her cunt pressed against my own already wet mold. My breath hitched. My whole body shivered as our skin touched in a direct, burning way. Her clit pressed against my clit. The friction didn't need any movement at first—it was immediate. It was shocking, and fucking good.T
My eyes wandered over her. Every inch of her was exposed in the soft light. She wasn't just naked; she was lovely, like she was a full woman. Her skin was unblemished and smooth, and it was even glowing with a soft radiance. Her breasts were plump and hard, with dark nipples that stretched out like a pin. Her belly was flat, leading down to the little, perfectly trimmed hair between her thighs. My breath stopped. I had to remind myself that this was Rhys. My step-brother. Who was now a stunning… sexy… woman.My head spun. Okay, don't get me wrong. I preferred boys. I always had. And always will. But looking at Reena, something odd occurred in my body. It was scary, and somehow exciting? Maybe."Come here, little bird," Reena's soft breath whispered. Her voice was rough, and it made the tiny hairs on my arms stand at attention. Her eyes weren't the usual golden-brown eyes of Rhys… they were deeper. It was more like orange. They looked feral and almost animalistic. She didn't move; she o