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LYRIC
I laid in the bathtub, one leg splayed over the top with my head leaning backward.
It had been a long day. A crazy one. All I wanted to do was get some sleep.
Staring into nothing, I thought of Jace’s discovery. I still had a hard time believing what he said. Of course, Jace was my best friend, and he’d never lie with something this serious. I just couldn’t believe Marta could be that heartless and fearless.
How could she risk lying to the entire Darkspire? Like she was so certain the truth wouldn’t reveal itself one day..
I tsked, thinking of the poor kids. Who were their real parents? And how would they feel getting to know that the parents they’ve come to love weren’t theirs? What would Jaris do when he learns the truth?
So many questions, it frightened me.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I decided to think of something better. And of course, the only ‘better‘ memory I could come up with was the one of him.
Before I could stop myself, my fingers were already on my wet core. I bit my lower lip, trying to suppress my moan, but in the end I failed. They came out just as shamelessly as I touched myself to a weird dream.
My scream echoed in the bathroom as I made myself cum. I panted heavily, squirming in the tub.
Coming down from my high, I was too exhausted to move a limb, and before I knew it, I was shedding tears.
I cried because it was too good. Cried because I wanted more but couldn’t even have it. It was a stupid dream. How can a stupid dream have this effect on me?
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JARIS
If Marta hadn’t come in when she did, I was certain the pen would’ve snapped in
my
hand.
“Where were you, Marta? I called like an hour ago,” I growled.
I was running low on temper. Damn it This wasn’t good.
“I’m… I’m sorry, Alpha. My grandmother called for me. I just got back and came running when
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I heard you summoned me.”
I regarded her.
‘Came running‘, yet she’s had the time to change into one of her red lace nighties.
‘Came running‘, yet she’s had the time to shower and brush her hair, judging from how damp
her hair looked.
‘Came running,‘ yet she’s had the time to apply purple lipstick on her lips.
Marta looked fucking gorgeous right now. Since we met, she’s been desperate for my attention and had been doing all she could to get it.
She’s put in more effort to seduce me than Lyric Harper has ever done. As a matter of fact, Lyric had never done anything seducing.
Yet, here I was, being tormented by my memory of her.
I stood up, my chair groaning as I did.
I was still wearing my suit pants and white top, only the jacket missing.
“Come here, Marta,” I ordered impatiently.
She did, walking sensually.
The bulge in my pants was almost painful.
You can do this, Jaris. You can take control.
When she was close, I grabbed her by the neck, slamming my lips against hers. She moaned in response, throwing her arms around me and deepening the kiss.
I can do this–I repeatedly told myself. I can use Marta as a distraction. I can get Lyric out of my head.
Yet, as I let my hands roam over Marta’s body, they didn’t feel like ‘hers‘. They didn’t bring out the kind of response Lyric did. Her hair didn’t fucking smell like apple shampoo!
She was different. She wasn’t strong enough to get Lyric out of my head.
No!
I pushed her to the edge of the table, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her hands were already working to unbutton my shirt.
This shouldn’t be difficult. I was already as hard as rock since she came into the room. She
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was horny for me too. All I had to do was take out my dick and fuck her senseless. Get it all out. Even if I won’t be able to cum, it’ll bring me some kind of peace.
I wanted more than just jerking myself in the bathroom. I wanted to feel myself deep inside her cunt, moving my hips and filling her up with my cum.
What the hell has Lyric done to me? Why can’t I think straight? Why can’t I want anyone but
her?
With a hiss, I pulled away from Marta, my thumb caressing my lower lip. My shirt was parted into two. Marta’s eyes were heavy with lust. She looked like she wanted to cry from the loss
of contact.
“Jaris…” She stretched her hand to touch me, to pull me close. But I didn’t let her.
She wasn’t Lyric. No one could ever be.
For a moment, I contemplated if it had to do with the mate bond? Could it be the reason I was so desperate for her?
Then, I remembered these delusions already started even before the mate bond. This… This was something different.
“Get out, Marta,” I rasped, turning toward the bathroom.
Her gasp was audible. “J–Jaris…”
I didn’t give her the chance to speak. I know a lot must be going through her head. It was the second time I was giving her hope. But I was just as hopeless.
And as I pleasured myself with my hands in the bathroom, I came to a conclusion: I was done managing without Lyric Harper. The Moon knows I tried. I fucking tried to keep her out of the way. But now, I was done.
I was getting a taste of Lyric tomorrow.
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