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For a few seconds, neither of us moved.
“Okay?” Adam asked.
“I'm okay,” I assured him.
He gave me a smile, and then he started to move. And he brushed that spot in me that he'd targeted with his fingers before. And now that it wasn't just his fingers, my reaction to it was so intense that I nearly screamed. I pressed my lips shut only because I knew how thin the walls were.
Recognizing my conundrum, Adam leaned down and covered my mouth with his own, swallowing the noises I wanted to make as he rocked his hips.
God. I'd experimented with toys before, but I'd had no idea real sex would feel likethis.Like wanting to become one with another person, like wanting to drown in them. I bucked my hips, trying to press back against Adam as he thrust forward, wanting to take him as deep as I could get him.
Adam's thrusts grew harder, as if he realized what I was up to. Not that I minded. No, I was far beyond minding anything he did so long as he satisfied that rising need in me that had come back full force the moment Adam was fully sheathed in me. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of Adam inside of me, on the sparks of almost too sharp pleasure shooting through me.
“More,” I demanded, clawing my fingers into my alpha's back. Adam complied, moving faster.
The increase in speed wasn't what did me in, though.
No, it was the way Adam's hand wrapped around my neglected and rock-hard cock at the same time.
How was I supposed to withstand that?
I came with a cry so desperate that even my alpha's lips on mine couldn't silence it. I didn't care, though. There was no room in my head for any thoughts at all as I spent myself—and I felt Adam give in to his own climax too. I could have sobbed it was so good.
How had I gone years without this?
And how was I going to go back to that?
8
L U C A S
Slowly, I blinked my eyes open to the sunlight streaming into the room. Was it morning? Wait, where had the night gone?
What had I done?
Head pounding, I opened my eyes fully to assess the situation I was in. The warmth I felt against my side was not the heat of the sun but that of another human body pressed closely to mine. Our beds were not made for two people to sleep in, and yet, Adam and I had snuggled up together in mine as if we were on a tiny raft lost in the middle of the sea. He had his arm slung across my waist, pressing me to his chest. With each breath I took, his scent flooded my nose, making me want to turn around and curl into him, hang on to this moment and his warmth.
But I was waking up now, and my memories were coming back—and I wasn't drunk enough anymore to ignore the implications of last night's events.
I'd let my guard down at that party, I'd had too much to drink—and then when we got back to our room and Adam leaned in to kiss me...nothing in the world could have stopped me from responding to him.
At least now I knew what a full-blown heat felt like. I'd heard stories of course, but nothing that could have prepared me. Preparation wouldn't have been necessary if my meds hadn't failed me. Why had they failed me?
An image of myself on the bathroom floor, throwing up into the toilet bowl flashed through my mind.
Shit.
What was I going to do now? Just pretend that I was super drunk last night?
Calm down, Lucas. Think.
When I did, I found that thinking now was much easier than it had been the night before. My thoughts were clearer, though I was still cuddled up with Adam and his proximity was having an indisputable effect on me even as I struggled not to let panic take over my brain. My heat had passed, that much was for sure. For now, I was in the clear. A good starting point. Okay. The next step was to get out of bed. Preferably without waking Adam and alerting him to our cuddle-session. Sleeping with your drunk roommate was one thing; turning the morning after into a snuggle-fest was taking things to a level I didn’t dare contemplate if I wanted to keep even a modicum of my sanity.
I couldn't think about Adam and me being togetherthat way.Not when it wasn't possible—too much heartbreak lay that way.
It didn't matter how much I wanted it anyway.
Carefully, I untangled myself from him, fighting against my own desire tostayevery step of the way.
