Page 60 of Brutal Alpha Bully

Thatsurprises me, and my eyes fly up to meet his. “You do?”

He shrugs, closes his eyes, and lets out a breath. “You tried to claim me as your mate. I told everyone you were a liar. It makes sense that you’d assume sharing the pregnancy with me wouldn’t go much better.”

“I wish it had been less public, but it’s not like I expected you to lie for me—”

“I did lie, Phina.” When my eyes find his, his face is more serious than I’ve ever seen it. “You were right, and you felt it correctly, even back then.”

“Are you saying…?”

“You are my fated mate.” His pupils damn near swallow his irises when he says it, and it makes something in my stomach turn over giddily, like I’m a teenager again. “And I was an asshole to ever deny you.”

It’s my turn to tell him I understand, because I do. “You were under a lot of pressure—”

“You and I both know the bullying didn’t start and stop with that mating bond thing,” he says matter-of-factly. “And I meant it when I said it, Phina. I’m sorry for every ounce of painI put you through back then. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

I swallow, eyes returning to the blanket. “But it’s too late. You already announced that to the pack, and I know what it would look like—”

“What it would look like if I were to discover my daughter? If I were to spend more time with you and realize the bond was there after all? What a miracle that would be?”

My eyes fly up to his so fast, I almost give myself a headache. He’s already thought it through—and he’s right. The pack would accept something like that. Would certainly prefer him being there for his own daughter, even if it meant going back on what he originally said.

“But…” I start the sentence, not sure where it ends, not knowing what comes next, but being pretty sure that there should be something in our way. Something standing between Xeran Sorel and me. There has to be something keeping us from being together. There always has been before.

“But nothing,” he says, scooting in closer to me, close enough that I feel his lips moving as he talks. “I’m in love with you, Seraphina. I have been since we were teenagers, and I’m tired of letting life get in the way. I love you, and I love Nora, and if you’ll have me, I would like to build a life here with you in Silverville.”

This time, I’m the one who kisses him. I surge forward and find his lips with mine.

He tries to pull back, muttering something about me needing to rest. But I don’t need rest.

I know exactly what I need.

Pushing Xeran onto his back, I swing my leg over him, straddling his waist and gasping against the feeling of him against me. I know that being around him more means more—and much longer—heats in the future. And I don’t care. In fact, the idea of a few days in which I do nothing but stay in bed with Xeran sounds like something I could get on board with.

He sits up, scooting so his back is against the headboard, and I stay in his lap as he strips off my nightgown and hooks his thumbs in my panties, drawing them off my legs as I raise myself up for a second.

I pull his shirt off, being careful of his bandages, and when I reach into his pants, I gasp at the feeling of his cock, hard and ready for me.

“Seraphina,” he gasps, letting his head fall forward against my shoulder as I start to work him in long strokes, enjoying the way his body moves around me, how he grips me closer to him like I’m the only thing in the world that could ever scratch this itch.

And eventually, he makes it clear that my hand is not enough for him. He lifts his hips, pushes his pants to the end of the bed, grips me by the waist, and lowers me down onto his dick, slowly applying gentle pressure until I’m taking in all of him, his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes little spots appear in my vision.

When I start to ride him, he leans forward, taking my right nipple in his mouth as his left hand massages my other breast. His right hand grasps my hip, firm and solid, guiding my rhythm.

It’s far better than any fumbling thing we did as teenagers.

I grind against him, and as I bear down, seeking my own pleasure, it blends into his. He thrusts up into me, his hips moving almost of their own accord, and as we move together, he whispers in my ear. About wanting to flip me over and get me on my back. About wanting to bend me over the side of this bed, wanting to take me in the shower. Wanting to taste me on his tongue as I come for him.

It brings me closer to the edge, filling my head with all the possibilities in our future. All the ways he can touch me, love me, feel me, fuck me.

When I come apart on him, his head drops back and he watches me through half-lidded eyes, his gaze darting between my tits and my face, his cock throbbing deep inside me but still not releasing, like he’s holding it back.

He’s not the only one who can dirty-talk.

“Please,” I whisper, leaning forward and placing my lips against his ear. “I want to feel your knot inside me, Xeran.”

And with that, he comes undone.

Chapter 31 - Xeran

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