Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Sera’s POV 1

As his hand started to retreat, I caught it. I pressed his palm against my cheek, closing my eyes, soaking in the warmth of his skin, the slight roughness of his fingers, the solidity of him. It was a lifeline.

“I love you,” the confession tumbled out, barely a whisper against the skin of his palm. “I think I’ve loved you since that night five years. ago, even when I thought I’d never see you again. Even when I hated you for leaving. Even when I didn’t know who you were.”

The silence that followed was profound, charged with the weight of my admission. Then his fingers flexed against my cheek, tightening slightly. When I opened my eyes, his gaze held a depth of emotion that stole my breath.

“I love you too,” he murmured, his voice husky and uneven.

The space between us vanished. He moved, a controlled urgency, his hands framing my face. The first press of his lips against mine was soft, hesitant, almost reverent. A question. My answer was immediate. My lips parted under his, my hands fisted in the crisp cotton of his shirt, anchoring myself, pulling him closer.

That tentative touch ignited. Five years of pent-up longing, frustration, hope, and desperate love erupted. The kiss deepened, turning hot and searching, desperate to bridge the lost time. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming, and I met him with equal fervor, a low

moan escaping me. His arms wrapped around me, crushing me against the solid wall of his chest. The world narrowed to the hard heat

of his body against mine, the demanding pressure of his mouth, the frantic beat of my own heart.

He broke the kiss only to bury his face in the curve of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. “Sera,” he growled, the sound

vibrating through me. My name on his lips felt like a benediction, a homecoming I’d craved without knowing.

Our hands moved frantically, buttons straining, fabric tearing slightly in our haste. “Damien,” I gasped as he shoved my blouse off my

finding the sensitive

against the bare skin of my thighs. I

I breathed, arching against him, grinding against the hard ridge of his cock trapped beneath his slacks.

stars burst behind my

growled again, a feral sound that sent liquid heat pooling low in my belly.

raked over me, naked from the waist down, lingering on my wet

was possessive, hungry.

spinning

hands on the edge of the mattress. I heard the rasp of his zipper, the clink of his belt

of pure need went through me. He caught my gaze, eyes blazing. “Ready?” he asked, his voice thick with barely leashed control, but the

gave me another

I cried, pushing

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his chest. His hands tightened on my hips, holding me steady. With one powerful thrust, he

a mixture of intense pressure and perfect, filling relief. He was huge, stretching me to the limit, driving out everything except the feeling of him buried

so tight,” he rasped, his voice strained. “So fucking wet for me.” He pulled back almost completely, then slammed back in. setting a brutal, deep rhythm that had me gasping with each

The sounds of our bodies.

His fingers were rough, calloused, and perfect as they

Come on my cock.”

pounding deep inside me and the expert friction on my clit,