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

sensitive skin along

slid under my skirt, pushing it up, his fingers rough against the bare skin

against the

stars burst

low in my belly. He stood briefly, pulling me

legs. His eyes raked over me, naked from

was possessive, hungry.

could feel self-conscious, his large hands gripped my hips, spinning me roughly to

heard the rasp of his zipper, the clink of his belt

shoulder. He was freed, his cock thick and hard, jutting proudly from his body. A tremor of pure need went through me. He caught my gaze, eyes blazing.

me

I cried, pushing my hips back, desperate

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His hands tightened on my hips, holding me

and perfect, filling relief. He was huge, stretching me to the

voice strained. “So fucking wet for me.” He pulled back almost completely, then slammed back

“Harder! God, yes!” The sounds of our bodies. slapping together filled the room, wet and rhythmic, punctuated by my

to find my clit. His fingers were rough, calloused, and perfect as they circled and pressed the sensitive bundle of nerves. “That’s

Come on my cock.”

deep inside me and the expert friction on my clit, pushed me over the edge almost instantly. “Oh