Pandora's Box - Eve Newton Page 0,38

“I don’t…”

“Say no more,” she says, holding her hand up. “It’s a big decision. But that’s why I wanted to be a part of it. I want you to be informed and know your options.” She stands up and crosses over to me, sitting in a big armchair. She surprises me by crawling into my lap.

She settles comfortably and places her head on my chest.

I have practically stopped breathing. I don’t want to move in case she disappears. Letting out a sigh, she puts one hand on my waist, the other next to her head.

“I don’t want to lose you, Gregory. I can make you like Devlin, you could live forever, but as yourself.”

I was expecting it. Devlin told me as much that this was going to be her plan. He didn’t sugarcoat it though. The process is painful, frightening and then there is the whole control over the dead aspect, which will take some getting used to.

“I know,” I say, “and it’s an option.”

“Please don’t take too long to decide,” she whispers. “After nearly losing Aleister, I don’t want you any more vulnerable than you have to be.”

“Okay,” I say and kiss the top of her head.

She looks up at me with those mesmerizing eyes and I can’t help myself. I fall forward into a kiss with her that is so breathtaking, I go lightheaded. She rises up, cupping my face, pressing her body closer to mine, gyrating over the painful bulge in my pants.

“Fuck me,” she rasps against my lips. “Please, Gregory, I need to be that close to you. I can’t wait any longer.”

I moan into her mouth. I can’t wait either. I’d wanted to take her this morning, but she rejected me.

“What’s changed?” I ask carefully, not wanting her to stop rubbing herself over my cock but needing to know.

“You are serious about staying here. Devlin spoke to you about becoming a Necromancer and you didn’t run a mile in the opposite direction.”

I chuckle. “No, I didn’t run. I want to be with you, Annabelle and I have a choice of how to be. I guess seeing as I’m going to be stuck with that choice for eternity, it has to be the right choice, you know?”

“I know,” she says and then kisses me again, swirling her tongue against mine in a hypnotic rhythm that I fall into completely.

She rips the buttons off my shirt, then pulls her vest top over her head to expose those magnificent breasts to me which I’ve been fantasizing about since I got here.

“Oh, yes,” I murmur, rubbing my thumbs over their peaks and then dropping my hands to her tiny waist. “You are gorgeous.”

“Mm,” she purrs and slides my zipper down, slipping her hand into my pants.

Her light touch grazes over my rock-hard cock…

“Shax!” she bellows suddenly in my ear, making me crash down from the high I was flying, in the worst way possible.

“Uhm,” I mutter, horrified and completely in shock that she called out her twin brother’s name while we were making love. “Uhm…” I stammer again as she climbs off me and drags her top back on.

“He’s home!” she cries out and lunges for the door, yanking it open and coming face-to-face with her twin. “You fucker!” she roars at him blasting him back from the doorway with magick. I stand and zip up my pants, bewildered by what is happening here. At least I can rest assured she wasn’t fantasizing about her brother while she was with me. She merely felt his presence on the other side of the door.

I can’t help but mutter, “Thank fuck for that,” as I watch the two fight it out with a large wooden box in between them, that I’m guessing houses Annabelle’s father and…I gulp…Lucifer.

Chapter 20

Annabelle

I am furious! I’m trying my best to batter the fuck out of my twin as we wrestle on the floor, regardless of the impact it will have on my own face, but this fucking box won’t get out of his way. It’s like it’s protecting him or something.

Panting, I sit back and punch him in the nuts, feeling the sharp pain in my own crotch but I grimace and ignore it.

“You fucker!” I shriek at him as he groans and curls up into a ball. “You absolute traitor!”

“Not a traitor, you bitch,” he rasps. “Here’s the damn box.”

I blink and look at the box.

“You’re fucking welcome,” he grouses and sits up. “Hope that hurt you as much as it did me.”

I press my