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

Avery’s pov

My breath hitches and my heart rate spikes to an alarming pace. Tingles race through me and I am lost in his gaze, unable to rip my eyes away from the hunger swirling in those blues while he stared intensely at my lips.

“I-I swallowed, my tongue moving between my lips to trace around for any remains of the sugar icing of the donut. Xade watched the action like a hawk. His eyes burning through me.

He let out a sound that resembled a groan and moan, which collected the attention of the girl who was walking by. She stared at us both in intrigue and amusement and I flushed, quickly moving aside and telling Xade to hurry up in.

The last thing I want is to be the talk around here. Girls….can be very talkative when they want to be. And rumors spread like wildfire.

His tall broad frame instantly felt way too huge in the small room, dominating the air around us instantly the second I close the door behind him. A shiver race down my spine and I shifted on my foot to hide the way he affected me.

Calm down, Avery.

“Well,” I drawled awkwardly and low, walking over to my bed and sitting down. Xade’s blue swirls followed my every move. I flipped my hair over my shoulder.

I would have offered you a sit,” I murmured, trying to get a hold of my thoughts. “But I don’t think you deserve one nor do I think you’ll stay that long.”

Xade’s eyebrow raised, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Such hostility from such a petite little woman. Cute.”

last thing he needs is

thighs together when his eyes roamed my figure in that way that made my

you going to tell me your excuses on why you stood me

eyes pinning me down until I couldn’t breathe. “Not an excuse V,” he murmured. “I’ve been sick and…dealing with some stuff.

didn’t want to show him that I’d already melted the ice, so I looked away and pin my eyes on the wall instead. “I don’t know,

with his huge frame. I lift up my head, our eyes connecting in that way

groaned, taking a step back, running his hand through his messy hair. “I’ll be

goes again. Being sweet and

I get off the bed and reach out for his hand. As soon as my fingers wrap around his arm, I pulled back like he burnt me, which honestly felt like he did. He was scorching hot. His

sick? Do you have a

“Just a little fever. It should go down later into

inside me. It didn’t feel like a little fever. I took a step forward, about to touch him once more when

He’s battling a huge fever and he’s asking about training. “Maybe we should

he grits.

cup his cheeks. My palm brush over the little stubble. This time instead of pushing me away, he

not,” I whispered. “You’re