Chapter Thirteen

I roll onto my side, sighing as I pry my eyes open after a fitful sleep. I woke up several times throughout the night. At first, it was to check my room to ensure the creepy thing or the burnt demon wasn't standing beside my bed. Then it was because of nightmares about the world ending in the most painful way.

My phone vibrates with a new notification, but I can't find the energy to grab it. I lie on my side, orienting myself. The sunlight streams through my windows, bathing my room with dim dawn light.

All the events that happened the last twenty-four hours play through my head like a broken record. Like last night's kiss with Jaxon, then hearing him moaning in his bedroom. I clench my thighs together to stop the pulsing. He said my name while he touched himself and became louder the closer he got to his orgasm.

I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe hard through my nose as lust for my brother builds inside me. Its focus settles low in my belly and between my clenched legs. I stick my hand down my sweats, curling my fingers between my wet folds as I rub my clit. My mouth drops open, and my heavy breaths fill the silence. Jaxon's kiss and moans create a fantasy in my head. One where we're alone, naked and writhing together on my bed.

My front teeth sink into my bottom lip as every muscle in my body tenses when my orgasm sweeps me away. I stop breathing and ride it out. It's not the best one I've had, but it's also not awful. I let out a shaky breath, pop my head up, and pull my hand out of my pants as I stare at the thong I wore yesterday lying nearby.

How come I didn't notice it until now?

I sit up and grab it, immediately dropping it when I feel a damp substance on it. "Ew!"

I wrack my brain, trying to remember how the underwear got on my bed. Normally, I throw my dirty laundry into the basket, so this isn't like me at all. Then the answer crashes into me.

I left my clothes in Jaxon's bathroom and never brought them back to my bedroom.

Pinching my dirty underwear, I inspect it to see what the sticky, wet residue is. It's a partially clear, partially milky substance. My stomach twists into sickening knots.

"Ugh." My face turns a few shades of green as I look at the gross stuff. "What is that?"

Is that snot? Did he blow his nose in my underwear?

"Jesus, Jaxon," I growl.

Climbing off my bed, I keep the underwear pinched between my fingers. I storm out of my room, stop outside of his, and pound on his door with my fist. Minutes pass, and he doesn't answer, so I pound on it and slap my palm on the wood.

The door flies open, and Jaxon's tall, lean form fills the doorway. I stare at his messy hair, telling myself that I'm the reason the strands are sticking up and out of place. I rake my gaze down his body, my cheeks flaming hot as I take in every bare inch of him. I suck in a breath at the hard outline on his gym shorts, hanging to the left between his legs.

He crosses his arms over his chest and glares at me with little to no heat. "What?"

I snap out of it and remember why I'm here. Raising my hand, I show off my dirty underwear so he can see the disgusting snot. "Seriously?"

Jaxon keeps his piercing stare on my face, not bothering to look at the thong dangling on my finger. The corner of his lip curls, and I want to kiss the smirk off his face.

No. Slap, Dahlia. You want to slap.

"You don't like my gift?" he asks, his voice raspy and deep.

"No, I don't like it," I say. "This is so gross! You need to see a damn doctor if you can blow out that much."

Jaxon cocks his head, his dark eyebrows drawing inward for a split second. "That's a normal amount, sis. If you want a bigger load, give me a few days and I'll give you what you want."

My head rears back, lips curling in disgust. "That's so fucked up. I don't know what I did to deserve this." I hold my underwear higher and push them into his face—the equivalent of rubbing a dog's nose in its mess.

Jaxon raises an eyebrow. "I didn't realize you're scared of a little of cu?—"

"What if I rolled over onto it and it got on my face? Or if Mom comes into my room and sees this snot-covered underwear, you weirdo!" I stomp my foot and chuck the panties at his chest.

Without so much as a flinch, he catches them while keeping his perplexed gaze on me. I can see the wheels turning in Jaxon's head.

"Snot? "

"Yes, snot. What else would it be?" I cross my arms over my chest and glare.

He glances at the underwear, then back at me. "Dahlia," he says, his voice pitched lower. "That's not?—"

I scoff and give him my back. "Don't lie to me."

I take all of two steps away from him before he catches my arm and spins me to face him again. He jerks me inside his room and slams the door before he pins me to it. Jaxon chucks the underwear to the floor, uncaring about snot smearing on it. He leans in until his breath fans across my face. My heart picks up speed and slams against my ribcage.

"Now tell me, little sister, and don't even try to lie to me," he says. "Have you fucked around with a guy?"

My mouth drops open, and I'm sure I look stupid because of how wide my eyes are. He stuns me into silence and I'm having to reboot everything to find words. A moment passes and I gather myself.

"Why are you asking that?"

"Answer the question." He places both hands next to my head, caging me between him and the door.

My cheeks warm, and it's difficult to look into Jaxon's eyes while talking about my sex life—or the lack thereof. I avert my gaze and pinch my lips together.

"I'm not answering that."

Jaxon stares at me with an unreadable expression. I don't know why he changed the subject or how it pertains to underwear.

"Fuck," he finally whispers, and drops his head to my shoulder. After a moment, he raises his head. His eyes darken and I stiffen, now worrying if he's about to lose his shit on me.

"Why did you ask that?" I mumble.

Shadows creep over Jaxon's face, and the wild look in his eyes intensifies. "You've never seen a man' s cum, have you?"

Despite it coming out as a question, I know he means it as a statement. He's pointing out the obvious.

"I'm not answering that, either," I stammer.

Jaxon tilts his head. His dark gaze bores into my face, giving me the impression that he can see into my soul and learn my every dirty secret.

"You're a virgin," he says, clearly not dropping the subject.

I've had enough and shove him away, throwing him off balance. I swing the door open and peace the hell out.

A squeak slips out of me as Jaxon's arm wraps around me, jerking me into him until we're flush. I turn my head, peeking at him in horror. Jaxon leans in, brushing his straight nose against my cheek. His hand gently squeezes my love handle like he can't resist the temptation.

"If anyone pops your cherry, I'll cut him into pieces. I'll fashion his parts into jewelry for you to wear as a reminder of what will happen to the next man who touches you," he whispers. His lips brush my skin, and a shiver creeps up my spine.

"What I do with my body is my business," I say.

"You and your body are my business," he says.

His lips curl into a humorless smile, and his hand on my waist slips over my pudgy stomach, stealing the breath from my lungs from the simple touch that feels so dirty and intimate.

He slides his palms up and brushes them over my breasts. My nipples harden into sensitive peaks and my mind screams at the confusion his touch brings. I clench my thighs together and pant as he plays with me, his touch growing bolder as he squeezes my breast. He raises one of his hands to my throat and curls his fingers around my neck with enough pressure to make my head spin.

"No one touches what's mine," he growls.

My knees go weak as butterflies fly around in my stomach. I can't feel this way about him, but the fight is quickly leaving me. "You're my brother."

Jaxon's eyebrows lower into a scowl. "I don't care, flower."

My eyelashes flutter, and I bite back a moan as he pinches my nipple and grinds his hard dick against my backside. His hand disappears for a moment before he shoves it up my shirt, his palm playing with my bare breast. My legs go weak, but he catches me before I fall, then steadies me in his strong hold.

"Keep fighting this, Dahlia. I like a good chase," he murmurs into my ear.

He guides me to the hallway, shoving me against the wall until I'm sandwiched between him and it. His hand moves to my other breast, giving it the same attention by pinching my nipple until I gasp from the sting.

I can't remember why I'm fighting this. My mushy mind screams at me to let him do more.

"Are you wet for me, sis?" he rasps.

I nod without thinking, then realize what I'm doing and shake my head.

"Which is it?" Jaxon laughs and drops his hand. His rough palm glides over my stomach, then creeps to my waistband. He lingers there, waiting for my consent.

Voices downstairs draw me back to reality and yank me into my body. I wiggle in his hold and throw my elbow backward, hitting him in the stomach. His hold tightens, but I still fight him, then slip away. I run down the hall toward the staircase. Jaxon's deep chuckles fade as I put more space between us.