Nightfall (Devil's Night #4) - Penelope Douglas Page 0,174

froze, feeling Will slow as well.

“Again,” he told her. “Again.”

What? His muscles flexed, and I watched him, the same pain etched across his forehead.

She stared up at him, searching his eyes. “Will,” she whispered.

“Moan it,” he growled at her, fingering her.

She closed her eyes, gasping from breath as she started to come again. Will stopped, both of us watching them.

What was Aydin doing? It felt different when I was fantasizing about her, because I wanted him to see her through my eyes, but what did he think he was doing, turning the tables? It wasn’t the same.

“Can’t remember my name, just say his,” he taunted, picking up his pace. “Dive deep into your head where I don’t matter, because you’ve already done it a hundred times, and I was always watching you come, you slut.”

She started sobbing dry tears, and he leaned in, moving rougher over her pussy. “Come on, moan for him. His dick feels so good.”

Will softened inside me, and I dropped to my feet, suddenly cold.

“You didn’t just fuck him,” Aydin told her. “You were close. He feels for you.”

I let my eyes fall, and Will tried lifting my chin, but I jerked away.

“Emmy,” he said.

They were close. Maybe he felt for her in a way he and I could never be. That perfect trust.

Friends.

“Come on, say it,” he urged. “Will, Will, Will…”

She shoved him away, slamming her palm against his face, and Will shoved him next before pulling up his drenched jeans.

Aydin slipped his hand inside Alex’s panties, but he had pulled it back out before she could shove him off again.

He held up his glistening fingers to us, showing us how wet she was.

“While you’ve been buried in this,” he told Will, “she’s been sad and sorry.”

His eyes flashed to me, and Will stood there frozen, while Alex quickly fastened her pants.

“It’s plain as day who really suffered during your time apart,” he bit out. “She owes you nothing.”

I couldn’t look up at Will.

And part of me didn’t want to stop Aydin, either, not because he was going after Will, but because he always found a way to make me less entitled to my guilt.

He was like a power-up, which was a weird turn of events, because I thought for sure he would be chaining me to his bed by my neck when we met.

Maybe if I’d grown up with him instead of Martin, my entire world would’ve been different.

He left the shower, dropping his wet clothes on the floor and tying a towel around his waist as he walked back into his bedroom. I left my clothes there and walked out, too, throwing Will’s hand off when he tried to grab me.

I wasn’t mad. I didn’t know what was wrong.

I just wanted to get dressed now.

Wrapping myself in a towel, I left the bathroom and walked for the door, but Aydin’s voice stopped me.

“Emory, come here,” he said.

I looked over, seeing him just inside his closet, pulling clothes off the shelves.

He tossed me some red boxers and a black T-shirt, and I caught them, lamenting the loss of my bra on the shower floor now.

The water stopped running, and Will and Alex walked out of the bathroom, wary with their eyes on me.

Will’s eyes dropped to the items in my hands and then back up to me. “Come here,” he ordered.

I darted my eyes to Aydin without even thinking.

“Don’t look at him.” Will scowled at me.

But I remained rooted, hearing Aydin’s calm voice.

“Do what you want, Emory,” he told me. “It’s okay.”

My heart splintered a little more, and I looked away, shaking my head. What I would have given for Will to say that just once. Or my brother.

Someone to guide me. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed it from my life since my parents were gone.

If Will or Martin had given me freedom, I would’ve wanted them more. That was all he had to do. He just had to let me come to him. Like the Homecoming dance.

It just took me longer to figure things out. I didn’t dive into anything head first. Aydin seemed to know that.

Had to hand it to him… I understood why he was the alpha now.

“Emory…” Will said.

I didn’t move.

Aydin dressed, and I clutched the clothes, my legs charged to just head back to my room.

“Em…” he said again in a lower voice.

Tears filled my eyes, and I heard a quiet chuckle come from Aydin. “Micah and Rory are drunk by now,” he told Will, “and you’re