Ethan looked at me questioningly. “What’s wrong?”
“I have something to tell you,” I started, but he held up his hand, shaking his head.
“I don’t think I want to know.” He stood up, running a hand through his dark hair. When he looked at me, his eyes blazed. “Drake?” he asked, the sheepish look on my face telling him everything he needed to know. He clenched his hands. “I know I have no right to be angry, but I can’t help it, Sophie. I’m trying to calm myself down, but I don’t know how. I’ve never been jealous before!”
Crawling over the bed, I grabbed his hand, trying to pull him closer. “It just happened. It wasn’t planned or anything.”
“Where?” He suddenly held up a hand. “Wait. I don’t want to know where you fucked him.”
I lowered my gaze. “At his house,” I whispered.
He pulled away and started to pace, pulling at his hair. “You went to his house? Why would you go there? You had to have known something would happen. God, Sophie. I just can’t believe you would go back to a monster like him.”
“I just wanted him to see what he missed out on.” I looked down at my hands, feeling tears well up. Ethan and I weren’t officially together. It was just sex. It shouldn’t have been a problem, yet here we were.
Ethan sat on the bed, sighing. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you won’t be mad.”
“I have no right to be mad. We aren’t anything to each other besides fuck buddies, right?”
“Do you want to be more than that?” I whispered.
“I don’t know. I’ve never done the label thing. Well, not since sixth grade anyway.” He chuckled, then glanced at me, almost shyly.
This was new. Ethan had never appeared shy around me. Did I want to make this official? Did I want us to be something more? I wasn’t sure. Just thinking about it had my heart pounding so hard, I was afraid it might explode from my chest.
Grabbing my hand, Ethan smiled gently. “We don’t have to decide anything now. Just please, I’m begging you, don’t sleep with him again.”
I squeezed his hand. “I can’t make any promises. I love him, Ethan, but I also have feelings for you. I’m so confused. Drake may have already decided the fate of our relationship. The demon seems to be retaking his body, so I may never have a chance with him again.”
He nodded. “Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but I’ll take it.”
He pushed me back onto the bed, kissing me softly at first. Then more urgent, pressing me against the bed as he moved on top of me. I moaned into his mouth, weaving my fingers into his hair.
Ethan didn’t waste any time before he had our clothes off. His hands explored my body, causing me to writhe against him with overwhelming desire. I nibbled down his chin to his neck, scrapping my fangs along the vein. The feeling of his hard length sent heat straight to my core. Moving his head lower, he took one of my nipples into his mouth, gently biting down, making me cry out. He ran a hand down my hip to my thigh, lifting my leg and sliding into me. I raked my nails down his back. He arched, hissing, a look of contentment on his face.
Pulling out and flipping me over, he grabbed my hips and slammed into me. I cried out, arching my back more so he could go deeper. He groaned, his fingers bruising me. I felt my orgasm building, hot and intense. When he reached around to stroke my clit, I exploded, screaming into the pillow. Ethan started pounding into me harder, moaning out his own release.
Spent, he fell on top of me. I chuckled as he pinned me to the bed.
“That was good,” I said, wiping hair out of my face.
Ethan nodded into my shoulder. “Every time is good. This is the best sex I’ve ever had.”
I laughed. “You know, there is so much more we can do.”
“Oh really?” he asked, rolling off me and pulling me into him so my back was to his front. He breathed deeply, taking in my scent. “We’d better get to exploring. Just give me five minutes.”
Chapter Nine
Feeling someone staring at me, I cracked open an eye. Not seeing anybody, I glanced over my shoulder, finding Ethan still asleep. Freaked out someone was in the house, I called to my magic, debating if I wanted to crawl out of bed. Did I confront them? Did I pretend to be asleep and get the drop on them?
“Wake up!”
I screamed as my mother’s ghostly face popped into view over the edge of the bed, almost as if she’d been waiting for me to wake up so she could scare the shit out of me. She’d died years ago, but still hung around to keep me on my toes. Why was she trying to torture me so early in the morning?
Ethan shot up in bed. “Are you okay?” he asked, searching my face. When he turned to see what I stared at, he jerked. “Holy shit.”
I sighed. “Mom, meet Ethan. Ethan, Mom.”
Ethan covered himself up with the blanket and fell back onto the bed, an arm over his eyes. He seemed a little disturbed that my mother would just show up in our bedroom.
Our bedroom... Did I just go there?
“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Dexter,” Ethan mumbled.
“Nice to meet you, too! Though I’d like to see more of those abs! Pull the sheet down just a little bit. Give an old lady a thrill.” She chuckled when Ethan looked at her, eyes wide, pulling the sheet up under his chin.
“Mom, stop it. You’re freaking him out.” I motioned for her to leave the room. “We’ll be out in the kitchen in a few minutes.”
My mother smirked. “Well, you might not want to go in there. That little dragon tore up the trash. When
