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He doesn’t answer. At least, not on the notepad, but his gaze says everything. It’s because of me.
“But I didn’t do anything.”
Ari snorts and types again.No. I mean, you fucked him, but that’s not new for him.
“So, why?”
Because he chose you too.
I don’t know what that means, but I know that’s Phoenix’s story to tell—not Ari’s. So I don’t ask. Instead, I glance over my shoulder at the cooling breakfast. “Are you hungry?”
His eyes darken, and his phone clatters to the countertop. He grips my waist with one hand and raises his fist, nodding it. I know that one. ‘Yes.’ I mouth the word, and he grins, though the smile is terrifying on him because I know that he doesn’t feel the way I do—the way everyone else does. He’s primal and predatory and selfish. ‘Starving.’ He makes an up-and-down sign at his throat and mouths along. ‘For you.’ He points at me, his finger tapping my sternum.
I shudder, but I don’t pull away. I can’t. He feels too good as his fingers hook in the waistband of my leggings and pull them down. He sinks to his knees, freeing only one of my legs, and he parts them with firm hands.
I can’t stop my moan as I stare down at him—the shock of red hair, the heat in his blue eyes as he looks up at me. He claws his nails over my exposed skin, making it sting deliciously, and then he pulls the crotch of my panties aside and licks a line from my hole to my clit.
“Please,” I gasp.
He smiles up at me, then does it again before getting to his feet. He’s lithe and nimble, and it’s strangely erotic to watch him as he continues to hold me exposed with one hand while the other works the drawstrings on his workout pants. They drop to his knees, and I see his pink, hard cock jutting out from his red curls.
He gives himself a single stroke, then lifts my leg and fits the head of his cock right against my entrance. My head tips back as he nudges forward, and with a single slide, he’s inside me. I’m still sore and aching from the night before, but the pain is just enough to ground me. Everything about him is so different—lush but sharp and so fucking indulgent.
Ari holds me by the hips and slams into me as my gaze meets his, and his eyes speak a volume of words as I rush toward my climax. Baring his teeth, he releases one hand, shoving his fingers into my hair and tugging hard. My head falls back as he slams harder inside me, and my knees give out.
He catches me by the ass, shoving me against the counter as his thrusts become brutal, and somewhere in the burning pain is a rush of ecstasy. I can’t help the scream that falls from my lips as I tighten around him. For a moment, it feels like time stops, and then suddenly, I’m rushing over the edge. I can feel myself gushing on his cock as his hips stutter upward, and there’s a hot rush of air against my neck before he bites down so hard I’m pretty sure he breaks skin.
I can feel his come inside me—hot and leaking down my thigh, and he holds me there on his softening dick as he pulls back and stares into my face.
There’s more curiosity in his gaze than there is tenderness or worry, but I kind of love that about him. He doesn’t treat me like glass—and he wouldn’t even if I needed him to. It almost makes him predictable, and I didn’t realize how badly I needed that until right now as I lie catching my breath in his arms.
Eventually, he softens enough that he slips out, but instead of letting me clean up, he just smirks and drops back down to his knees, adjusting my panties back into place, then pulling my leggings back over my hips.
I can feel him leaking out of me and soaking through the fabric, and I can tell he knows because he’s grinning at me like his birthday has come early.
“You’re an ass.”
He shrugs, then makes that sign again from before at his throat—a C shape with his fingers and thumb, running once from Adam’s apple to the top of his collarbone. ‘Hungry.’
I copy the sign, but I do it like he did before, a rapid up-and-down motion. “Starving.”
He laughs and shakes his head, then grabs his phone from the counter and types a single word.Horny.
My face erupts into a white-hot flush, but he doesn’t let me shy away. He pulls me against him and presses his lips to my cheeks until the heat fades. When he pulls back, we lock eyes for a second. I don’t know if this means anything.
Ari could easily be toying with me. I still don’t think he’ll lose sleep if anything happens to me, but I also know he wants me here. And God help me—God help my future—but I’m starting to feel the same way.
* * *
James and Phoenixget in a few hours later, long after Ari cracked and showed me the library downstairs with all the print books. It’s not as warm as Phoenix’s library, and a small part of me wants to ask him to teach me braille because it’ll give me more reason to spend time with him.
But for now, this works. I’ve found a couple of books on ASL that Ari gave me a thumbs-up of approval for, and I’m working my way through all the lessons on grammar and structure. It reminds me that I wasn’t done with school—that everything I loved, I lost in the span of a single night, dodging my father’s guards. That leaves a hollow ache in my gut, which must be obvious on my face because James stops in the doorway of the library and just stares.
“What did he do, my darling?”
I blink at him, then realize what he’s asking, and I shake my head. “No, it’s not that. It’s…whatever. It’s nothing.”
He crosses the room, his bike boots clicking on the wood floors, and he shrugs off his leather jacket. He looks fucking delicious in his white T-shirt and all his ink and the metal in his face. He licks his lips, and I catch a glimpse of that tongue ring that had worked me up so hard, but I’m not really in the mood.
