My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret) by Demiah13

Avery’s pov

His scent was the first thing that hit me like a blow to the face. Even though he had just got out of a match and was sweaty, he still smelled like spice and something else that was soothing.

And then his heat. It brushed up against me, making me shiver. He was really close. So close and I could touch him in seconds. And his eyes…those blues trapped me like the ocean.

I shyly looked at him under my lashes, my skin buzzing while my heart thrummed. “And you shouldn’t be in here. This is the girl’s bathroom.” I pointed at the stalls with a jerk of my thumb.

His lips quirk and he surprised me when he took a step forward which resulted in me to take one step back, then another until I was pressing against the sink and he’s pressing against me.

My eyes widen and my breath hitch. “X-ade,” I shivered, feeling like some kind of electricity was zapping around us.

He freezes, his eyes staring down at me with a mixture of surprise and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on since he again startles me when his head dip to snuggle between my head and shoulder, his hand grabbing a hold of my hip.

I should be fearing right now, a stranger, a guy I barely knew was touching me. But I can’t find it in me to push him away or feel gross. There was something about him, something about Xade that pull me in and crave more.

“Say it again,” he said hoarsely, his voice so deep a shiver runs down my spine.

I gripped his arm, shuddering when I felt him pressing against my stomach. I should feel alarmed, I should be running for the hills right now. But I can’t explain the exact opposite of the feeling I am swimming with now.

Instead I am very and I mean very aware of the sleek heat between my legs that were quickly dampening my panties.

lips tremble out his name, and the sound went straight to the spot between my legs. I gasp, my nails digging into

again,”

hoarse than it had

along my neck and his grip became nearly possessive

on your tongue is maddening,” he groaned, hips pushing forward. “You have no idea how much

gripped on his arm for dear life, my knees now feeling like jello. “You really shouldn’t have come here Avery,” the way he

skin, my pulse where my heart had been pumping so quickly. His lips are warm and the tip of his nose is a bit

V,” he groaned, his lips touching, tasting my skin. I’m shivering, unable to push him away or understand what was really

pressed up against them. When the said stranger is feeling them up

This is…in his words…maddening.

lips opening and I

breathed out, my chest heaving as I press it against his. Can he

asked breathily when he doesn’t

Why does he seem familiar? Why am I not repulsed? Why do I want him so

and I instantly regret asking him this question because of the lost contact. I wanted his lips back on my neck, his tongue tasting my skin. His eyes bore into mine, a flicker of warmth and something deadly in the depths of his

away from,” he uttered emotionlessly and pulls away, taking about five steps back and running a shaky hand through his hair. The tresses stick up wildly and I want to run my own fingers through

my neck. Now he wants me to stay away from him? Why is he so

my brows furrowing. “You were touching me, begging me to say your name yet…you want me to stay

a dent in the surface. ” You should really not be