Page 89 of Iris

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And fuck it.

Maybe I want to be used.

Have some fun if I have to mate with a rich Alpha not of my choosing.

Because I’m not stupid enough to think my plan and the rebellion of the Lower Side and the ones who hide their truth all over Sabine desires will work or come to fruition.

But I can hope.

Do my part.

Fight like hell.

Xavier leans over, mouth closer to mine as he takes his mini from the jacket’s pocket.

Disappointment floods as he sits up, and I dig out mine, as he types on his.

Xavier

We both want you, too. Killian’s right with what he said to you about having you. But right now, concentrate. We need our stories straight.

I narrow my eyes, set the mini on my lap, and struggle with his strange rejection that’s laced with affirmation. He does want me as much as Killian. I smile, take the sides of his lapels, and open them, flashing him.

Xavier groans.

“What?” I whisper, “you don’t want these?”

He holds my gaze as he slides warm fingers over the soft skin on my breasts, over my nipples that pucker hard under his touch. And I moan as he twists one, then the other, the sensation shooting through me, straight to my clit.

Xavier

Yes.

“So—”

He pushes a finger against my lips and moves in, pulling me to him and covering my mouth with his.

He kisses me softer than Killian, but the seduction is just as deadly. This one’s designed to stoke and unarm, to make me boneless, and it works. He’s divine, and I seek out his tongue, sliding mine along his, a slow dance one of need and sex.

He pulls back, then types on the mini.

Xavier

Fix your top before we do something I’ll regret. This isn’t the place. Or the time.

“But Killian?—”

Xavier

Lost his fucking mind. Now, before you let that go to your head, we need to get your story straight.

It dawns on me this is how he calms and pretends to placate Emmie which pisses me off. But…I get it. This isn’t the place.

“So what’s the story?” I pull out my phone and notice a slew of missed calls. Mari, and Violet, mostly. But one from Heath.

I clench my hand tight on the phone.

Xavier

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