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The nervousness in Shane’s eyes was replaced with understanding, his features relaxed as his body against mine sagged in relief. I didn’t bother trying to stop the smile from stretching across my face. We were in a bubble of our own world and I’d do anything to stay. His signature smirk pulled at the corner of his lip and he leaned down. Gravitating toward him until we were so close, I could feel his breath on the side of my face. I should be excited because, against my better judgment, I wanted to trust him, and needed to know who Gabe’s mate was. But all I could feel was my thighs clenching as he licked his lips, the wetness light on my ear.
“You said we were cursed.”
“Yes.” His response was slow and drawn up, as if unsure of where I was going. His eyes flashed as he stared intently at me. My face reflected back at me as if I was the only person in the world.
“How did we become cursed?” The silence was deafening. I don’t even think he was breathing. Then he was moving, and I was being flipped on my back as he shifted on top of me. He hovered above me, his curls begging for my fingers to dive into them and hold him as he peered down. His body pressed against mine. The air crackled around us. My pussy wept against his abs and I knew if he moved back, we’d both see the evidence of my arousal on him, but he didn’t. He boxed me in, but there was no need. I was more than willing to be the bird in his golden cage. Warring emotions flickered across his face.
“You’re cruel,” he growled.
“I-what?” My breath hitched. He was the one who was being cruel. Really. Why was it always so hard to focus when he was between my legs? I didn’t want to let go of the Shane who had been laughing with me and snuggling just a couple of seconds before. Despite that, I wanted to know what had made him react this way. Trying and failing to pretend I wasn’t affected, I repeated my question.
“How did we become cursed?”
Shane flinched at my words, but stayed where he was. He made no excuses or try to distract me with the hard, long length pushing against my bottom. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. He clenched his jaw, but I held his gaze. His fingers slid up my chest and wrapped around my throat. My lips parted and my breathing betrayed me. There was a slight trembling to his grip, and I wanted to know so fucking badly what made him the way he was. What was he so afraid of?
“It was my fault.”
The words came out a hushed prayer. As if he wished for something so wholeheartedly, he couldn’t speak it in his usual confident tone. More. I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to say something and ruin this moment. He was talking. Finally talking.
“If I hadn’t come… no… if I hadn’t broken my promise in the beginning, none of this would have happened. I was young and so goddess-damned stupid. I thought I knew the answer to our problem. If I just took over, I could come back. I could take you and provide for you. As if providing for you was the worst of our problems. I didn’t know… I didn’t know how much of a monster he was. I failed.” He said it so bluntly, it made this whole hypothetical situation hard not to believe.
“I don’t know what that means…” I murmured.
“I know.”
“Are we still cursed?”
“Always,” he whispered.
“Why? What if we aren’t? How do we break it?” I sounded desperate. I was pleading, but I’d do anything to get him to look at me the way he had been only a few minutes ago.
“We are. If there was a way, I would have found it already. There’s no point,” he murmured.
“Look where we are. I’m with you. Doesn’t that count for something? No point? So you’ll just keep doing this? Until the end of time? Why?”
Pulling away from me, he moved to the edge of the bed. Sitting up, I crawled over to him and sat beside him. Goosebumps broke out across my skin. Shane left and took his warmth with him. He didn’t stare at me. This was all still so new, but I didn’t want to be away from him. Touching his forearm, I traced the veins down his arm and laced my fingers with his.
“We’re always together. This life isn’t going according to the same events as the others, but you haven’t changed. You swear your love to me and then I take a knife to the chest.”
His words are like a slap to the face.
“I think you mean a knife to the back, but that’s irrelevant. I’d never do that. I wouldn’t play with you.” The words are honest as they fall from my lips. I mean it. He doesn’t say a word. The silence ringing in the air screaming his disbelief.
“It doesn’t matter because I don’t care about what or who you want. I have you and you’re not going anywhere.”
His words brought both reassurance and heartbreak. He still wanted me, even though he thought I was going to betray him. Again.
“I’ll do anything to make you believe me,” I whispered.
He closed his eyes and my chest felt like it was caving in on itself as he said, “I know.”
Unable to take anymore, I needed to change the topic.
“Why… did you hurt yourself?”
He turned to face me and I can almost see the mask dropping into place.
“Why? So you can have another one of my weaknesses?” His tone was cold and I could feel him slipping away with every second that passed. I shook my head and squeezed his hand; as if I could keep hold of him.
“Shane… that’s not what I—”
My voice cut off as my eye snagged on a painting and something… familiar.
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