Those were damn good questions. No one would know they were fated except the fates themselves, the creator, or anyone they told. Fuck. Every time I think we may be getting some answers, more are piled on top. The mystery keeps building. Will it ever creator damn stop?
“Thanks for the talk and the drink, Uncle. I’ll see you tomorrow.”, I say to him and hightail it back to the Winthrope estate.
When I get back, I grab a bottle of water and make my way up to the room Marcus assigned me. We all have a room now. Marcus either knew we wouldn’t leave or he’s trying to keep us all safe. I change into a pair of dark grey sweatpants and a muscle tank. I keep going over the last two weeks in my head. Those were two of the hardest weeks of my life. I was distraught when I lost my parents. I let hate take over where the loss was. Now, after getting to know Reegan as an adult, I’m lost. Trent was right. I don’t truly hate her. I hate myself for holding on to the hate of a little girl that couldn’t have stopped the events that played out seventeen years ago.
I close my eyes and picture that little girl. She’s always been beautiful. Almost ethereal. I remember thinking she was an angel when we were little. I remember pushing her on that swing in the backyard. We’d spend hours out there, me pushing her and her laughing at me to send her higher and higher into the air. She’d say she wished she could fly. I let out a little laugh at the memory.
The memory shifts to her first day at the academy. I had heard we were getting two new students but she was not at all what I was expecting. When she walked into the dining hall with Trent, I was shocked. I never thought I’d see her again. I didn’t even know she was the Winthrope heir. When she helped that demon clean up a mess, I couldn’t help the small smile that came to my face.
When she looked up and I saw those eyes, the hate started to simmer. It didn’t stop me from checking her out, long legs that seemed to go on forever and a body any girl would die for and any guy would die to hold. That purple hair of hers, reaching down her back and the clearest sapphire blue eyes; eyes no other creature shares, held my attention for a beat before I scowled. My mind told me to hate her but my heart. It had other ideas.
The night Asher made her cry, I could’ve ripped him apart with my bear hands. When I touched her and felt the call of the mark, I was flabbergasted and scared. Yeah, a big tough demon/angel was scared. I didn’t know what to do with the warring feelings inside me so I ran. I’ll never tell her this, but I spent that night jerking off to pictures inside my head of her legs wrapped around me as I pounded into her.
Everyone thinks I’m gay, well, besides the guys but they know me better than anyone else. I’m not gay. I can appreciate beauty in all its forms and being part incubus comes with the ability to get off with both men and women. I’ve fucked a few men over the years but I prefer women. There’s something about their softness that calls to me. But since Reegan showed up, no one else attracts me at all. Even my body doesn’t want anyone but her. The question is, can we get through our issues and have a relationship or will the hate I held on to for so long ruin everything? I fall asleep with that final thought running through my mind.
I wake with a start to someone trying to crawl in my bed. “What the hell?”, I hiss.
“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep. I thought maybe if I came in here with you, I would have better luck. I didn’t mean to wake you.”, Reegan answers.
“Did Asher’s snoring keep you up, Princess? A Pea left under your mattress?”, I tease.
“No. I just. When I was out for those two weeks, I remember hearing your voice more than the others. It soothed me and I could feel your hand in mine even through the dreams. It helped ground me.”
“Want me to tell you a bedtime story then?”, I ask snarkily.
“No. Nothing like that Bent. I just needed to be close to you. If that’s a problem, I’ll just go back to my room.”, she says getting up.
I grab her around the waist and pull her back down on the bed. She lets out a little gasp.
“Stay, Princess. I was only teasing.”
She snuggles into my side with her head resting on my arm. She falls asleep quickly and deeply. She makes these adorable little noises in her sleep. I lay there, awake for a while just listening to her and feeling her next to me. She shifts and I pull her back to my front, wrap one arm around her waist and I follow her into sleep.
Chapter 5: Reegan
When I wake up in the morning, I’m facing Bentley. I didn’t lie to him last night. I really couldn’t sleep and I felt like I needed to be near him. He surprised me when he agreed but I slept like a baby with no dreams or nightmares. I hope Ash doesn’t get upset, or the other guys for that matter since I made them leave so I could be with Ash for the night. Bent looks so different in sleep with no frown on his beautiful face. He has long eyelashes that brush his cheeks, a straight nose, high cheekbones and a strong jawline.
Looking at him now I realize how much I want this man, not because he’s my mate, I’m certain I’d want him regardless. There’s this air of danger surrounding him that calls to me. It’s not just that though. When he looks at me, I feel so much comfort even when the look is one of hatred. When he touches me, my heart sings. Being in his arms right now, I realize that with him, I feel like I’m home. His arms are my home. With him by my side, I can do anything, be anything that the world needs me to be. Don’t get me wrong. I love all the guys, but Bentley is different. He and I share a loss that none of the other guys can share.
Even though we haven't cemented the bond, I feel complete with Bentley next to me. I can't figure out why I feel this way with him but not the others . I go to run my fingers through his disheveled hair when his eyes open. “Are you done staring now Princess?”, he smiles. A small smile but enough to tell me he’s joking.
His eyes, a sky blue that’s so light they’re almost white, hold a playfulness I feared I’d never see from him.
“I don’t know that I could ever get tired of looking at you.”, I tell him honestly while pushing my fingers through his hair.
He rolls on top of me and holds both of my hands above my head with one of his. He then raises up on his knees and takes his other hand and puts it around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just lets it sit there.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Princess.”, he says.
“Maybe I like your kind of danger, Bent. Maybe I crave it.”, I respond.
“Maybe, but I still kind of hate you so you should tread carefully.”, he says with more mischief than I thought him capable.
“You don’t scare me Bent. I know you want to fuck me. Why don’t you just do it already.”, I challenge him.
“Now, where would be the fun in that Princess. I don’t plan on fucking you. Not until you beg me for my cock. Beg me Reegan. To fill you so full you’ll forget your own damn name while you’re screaming mine.”, he whispers against my ear.
I’m about to do just that when a knock sounds on the door. “Bentley, have you seen Reegan?”, Trent calls from the hall.
The doorknob turns and then Trent walks in followed by the other guys. The look on Trent’s face is murderous until he realizes Bentley isn’t choking me and he has a real smile on his face.