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

molten core

raw and dripping with desire. “Damien, *fuck*,

the sweater off in one swift, powerful movement, sending it flying.

lace-covered breasts, down my

swell of my breasts above the lace, brushing deliberately 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,

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momentarily, his strong hands guiding my legs

The rough texture of his erection pressed insistently at my softness, spreading my slickness against

his grip, holding 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

the broad crown speared me. My head thrashed back against the wood, a raw gasp tearing from my throat. He pushed deeper, inch by agonizing, ecstatic inch, filling me with a slow, relentless force that burned and 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 inch of space. A deep, primal roar ripped from his chest, raw and

gasped, his voice

biting deep into the muscles of his shoulders, my body stretching

around the intrusion. “And you… fuck… you

the friction excruciating, leaving me feeling hollow, bereft. Then he slammed back into me, hard, deep,

began to move in

frame, his hips pistoning against

him, taking the force of his claiming. His

every surge. My

groans turned

it… Take it all!” He punctuated the command with a brutal snap of his hips, grinding his pelvis against my clit as he buried himself to the root. Sparks exploded behind my

sharp and almost painful, radiated

pressure built, a relentless coil tightening in my lower belly, radiating up into my chest, down my thighs. He shifted his angle infinitesimally,

my mouth, echoing off the

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

ruthlessly, with devastating