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“As far as I know, Valerie and Maeve got the same treatment as I did,” I whisper. “The only one of us who got off without being connected to it was Aurela.”
“Aurela?” Xeran asks, his eyes widening. “Aurela Cambias? Lachlan’s sister? She had something to do with this?”
“She was there,” I confirm, though she was so quiet, always silent during our meetings, that maybe it’s fair her parents swooped in with their money and made sure their daughter’s reputation wasn’t harmed by the rumors, by the swift social punishment.
“Holy shit.” Xeran pauses, takes a deep breath, and tugs on my hand to bring me closer to him. “I’m sorry, Seraphina.”
“You can call me Phina,” I whisper, swallowing, watching the expression on his face morph into something tender, something intimate.
“Okay.” Xeran’s smile is crooked, endearing. “I’m sorry, Phina. I’m sorry for everything.”
I don’t know whether it’s me or him who moves, but suddenly my lips are pressed against his and I’m sliding up onto the couch, my legs moving to either side of his hips. I feel heat flood into me with the press of his hand against my lower back, his tongue parting my lips, his hips driving up against mine. I feel him there, already hard against me.
“Xeran,” I whisper against his lips, and when I reach out with my magic to check, I feel that Nora is asleep in the bathroom, the door locked.
We have time.
Maybe this shouldn’t be happening as his friends are out in the fire beyond us, but it’s like everything in the world falls away, like Xeran and I are two magnets that have been slicing through the world to find one another again. Like it was inevitable.
He growls against me, and despite the injury still warm on his chest, Xeran grabs my hips, holds me, and flips us around so he’s hovering over me, his mouth hot against my neck as he kisses and sucks. For a mind-numbing second, I think that he might mark me there—that he might just sink his teeth into the soft skin on my neck.
But he pulls back, letting out a strangled sound in his throat. His hands travel down my sides, finding the hem of my nightgown and drawing it up.
There were times in high school when we lingered on one another. When we took our time to chase pleasure together, discovering and exploring one another.
This is not one of those times.
This feels like a stolen moment, like every second we wastenotgetting straight to the point is another chance to be interrupted, for the universe to come between us again.
So when Xeran’s hands find my underwear, he doesn’t pull them off. He rips them, desperate, until they come away in shreds. His sweatpants are already loose and twisted around his hips, so he pushes them the rest of the way down, taking his boxers with them and exposing his cock.
When he draws back, adjusting his knees on the couch and positioning himself, I catch sight of it—the pearl of pre-cum right there at the tip, the length and width of it, how it throbs. Forme.
If it’s possible, he’s grown since the last time I had him, and it makes my pussy tighten in anticipation—and a little anxiety about whether or not that thing is going to break me.
“Come here,” he growls, notching at my entrance, bracing himself over me, and taking my mouth with his, his hips forcing my legs open as he presses in.
Inch by inch, he sinks inside me, the pain and pleasure mixing until I have to bury my face in the crook of his neck and mewl against him, trying to stay quiet, trying to keep this thing between us a secret from the world.
Xeran grips my hip with a single shaking hand, as though taking it slow is the most difficult thing he’s ever had to do. I feel the restraint in every movement of his body, each time he pushes a little deeper inside me, stretching me.
And when he’s fully seated inside me, our bodies as close as they can get, he sighs, grunts, and pulls out in a swift motion before driving back in and rocking both of our bodies up together.
“Oh,” is all I manage before I lose myself to the pleasure, the motion of our bodies together, the bliss of not thinking, not needing anything other than Xeran and me, the push of him, the pull of me.
When I orgasm around him, it’s with my arms around his neck, hands clasped tightly together, back arching so my breasts press against his chest through my thin nightgown.
And when he releases, I feel it—his knot forming deep inside me, locking him there, pulsing against me in a way that makes the omega in me squirm with delight. Only an alpha can touch me like this, form a knot that presses the right buttons.
And only Xeran can touchmelike this. Reaching every part of me. As his knot pulses, slowly releasing inside me, the slow, warm ooze of it mixing with the slick from my heat, Xeran breaths heavily and kisses me.
He kisses my forehead, my neck, and uses his hands to turn me side to side so he can press a kiss to each of my temples. His lips flutter along my hairline, my jaw, then back to my lips.
I realize I’m comfortable here, with him. Something hungry and desperate inside me finally sated, if just for a moment. The heat coming and going that quickly, galloping in with want and sitting back now, having gotten exactly the thing it wanted.
And I realizeeverythinghas just changed between us.
Chapter 19 - Xeran
