Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

42 Chapter 42

42 Chapter 42

Seraphina’s POV 1

Fire flooded my cheeks, scorching down my neck. The sheer, raw audacity of it vibrated in my own throat.

Damien froze. The air turned thick, viscous, saturated with the scent of salt still clinging to our skin, the fading sweetness of my child on Damien’s shoulder, and the overwhelming, heady musk of him – sandalwood, and the undeniable spice of male arousal. I felt it shatter through the heat of his palm against my skin, vibrating in the coiled tension radiating from his utterly immobile frame.

He didn’t repeat his question about leaving. He simply leaned in.

His other hand lifted, fingers plunging into the hair at my nape, tangling possessively, tilting my head back just enough to expose the vulnerable column of my throat. My breath seized, trapped somewhere near my pounding heart.

The first touch of his lips was deceptive – devastatingly soft. A sigh tore from me. It felt like my first true breath since the world had shattered. Everything narrowed to the burning point of contact: the firm warmth of his mouth moving over mine, the intoxicating heat

of his skin inches away, the slightly rough texture of his palm cradling my jaw.

His kiss deepened, turned possessive, stealing my breath while melting the strength from my very bones. A low moan ripped from my

throat as my tongue tangled desperately with his.

My hands, paralyzed before, found life. They slid up the hard planes of his chest under the thin cotton of his t-shirt, feeling the frantic thunder of his heart beneath my palms, the powerful muscles flexing as his breathing grew ragged, matching my own frantic gasps. I fisted the fabric at his shoulders, pulling him against me with a strength I didn’t know I had. One thick arm locked like an iron band around my waist, hauling me flush against the rock-hard heat of his body. There was no mistaking the thick, rigid evidence of his desire pressed insistently against my belly, a searing brand. His other hand swept down my spine, tracing the indentation until his fingers splayed wide over the curve of my ass, grasping possessively, pulling my hips tighter against that demanding ridge.

He propelled us blindly backwards through the open apartment door. I stumbled, breaking the kiss on a sharp gasp. He steadied me

instantly. We moved through the shadows of the living room, past the mundane debris of our separate lives, down the short hall to my

bedroom. His lips abandoned mine to blaze a trail downwards. He found the exquisitely sensitive spot beneath my ear, teeth scraping

lightly before his tongue soothed it. He nipped the curve of my shoulder through the sweater, sending shockwaves of pure electricity

the molten core between my

raw and dripping with desire.

sweater off in one swift, powerful movement, sending it flying. Moonlight bathed my skin. His gaze

breasts, down my trembling belly,

across the stiff peaks. Shivers of electric pleasure chased his touch. He dipped his head, his breath scalding hot against my skin. His mouth closed over the lace-covered peak of one breast, sucking hard, the wet heat seeping through the fabric, the pressure sending jagged spears of pleasure-pain straight to my core. My head slammed back against the frame with a thud, my fingers knotting in his thick, dark hair, holding him

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jeans and panties down my hips in one urgent motion, peeling them away. He sank to his knees momentarily, his strong hands guiding my legs as I stepped out of them, the rough denim catching slightly against my ankles. They pooled at

mouth to mine again, his scent drowning me, his powerful arms supporting me. The rough texture of his erection pressed insistently at my softness, spreading my slickness against it. My inner

me securely against the frame with one arm banded around my back. His other hand slid between us, his fingers finding the slick, swollen heat of me. A thick finger dipped inside, testing my readiness, making me cry out into his mouth, my hips bucking

stretched me beyond anything I could have imagined. He breached me fully, driving deep until his hips slammed flush against mine, his balls tight against my ass. He was buried to the hilt, impossibly deep, wedged within my clutching heat, claiming every

voice shredded, guttural. “Made. For.

into the muscles of his shoulders, my body stretching to accommodate his brutal

spasming around the intrusion.

bereft. Then he slammed back into me, hard, deep, hitting the very depths of my womb with shocking precision. The sound that tore from my throat was

began to move

my body up the frame, his hips pistoning against mine with controlled violence. My arms

my legs clamped around his waist, riding him, taking the force of his claiming. His thickness stretched me

of his cockhead scraping blissfully inside me with every surge. My inner muscles squeezed him convulsively, trying to hold

him deeper. His groans turned to savage

and ragged against my ear. “Squeeze my cock… Take it… Take it all!” He punctuated the command with a brutal snap of his hips, grinding his pelvis against my clit as

radiated out from where we

tightening in my lower belly, radiating up into my chest, down my thighs. He shifted his angle infinitesimally, grinding the base of his shaft against my

scream ripped from my

there, Seraphina?” His voice was pure command, rough with animal triumph. He

relentlessly, ruthlessly, with