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“Isn’t it?” I retort, my frustration mounting as I toss my spoon across the room. It clatters into the sink, a loud and jolting sound that resonates with the turmoil inside me.
He sighs, taking the ice cream and walking across the kitchen in his black fatigues, which are standard issue for a delta. Nonchalantly, he stows the ice cream in the freezer before returning to me, still keeping distance between us.
That distance stings a little. More than a little, actually.
I hate it.
“Then what, Avery?” I can hear the edge in my voice. I know I’m picking a fight.
“I can’t just stand by and watch you choose a pack when I’ve been watching over and protecting you for years,” he snarls, the raw emotion in his voice unmistakable. It mirrors the emotion inside me.
I stare at him, a mix of shock and validation swirling within me. Despite being warned to keep his distance from the omegas, he always broke that rule for me, but until now, it’s always been platonic.
Well, forget that.
“Avery,” I say, my voice quivering slightly as I lick my lips, “ruin me.”
“What?” He pushes off the counter, his hands falling to his sides in disbelief.
“You heard me.” A bold smile spreads across my face despite the nerves churning in my stomach. I don’t want a pack. I refuse to be paraded before them like an offering. No, I’m seizing control of my destiny, and I choose him.
“Seraphina, you can’t say things like that,” he whispers, but his actions betray his words as he takes a step closer, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.
“Break the rules, Avery. Ruin me.”
Avery’s eyes search mine, a storm of conflict raging within them. His stance, once defiant, now wavers as he takes in my resolute expression. The air between us crackles with unspoken words and suppressed desires, a dance we’ve mastered over the years, but tonight, the music has changed.
“Seraphina,” he starts, his voice a rough whisper, “you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Don’t I?” I challenge, sliding off the counter to stand and close the gap between us. My heart hammers in my chest in a wild, untamed rhythm. “I know exactly what I’m asking for, Avery. I’m choosing to live, feel, and break free from the chains they bound me with.”
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “This... This could ruin everything.”
“Maybe,” I concede, reaching up to trace his jawline with a tentative finger. “Or maybe it’s the start of something new, something that’s ours and not dictated by rules or councils.”
His hands lift, hovering inches from my waist as if he’s fighting every instinct to pull me closer. “Seraphina, I?—”
“You’re my anchor, Avery,” I whisper, each word infused with raw need. “Please, make me yours in a way no one else can. Ruin me for any other pack, let your touch linger like a scar that never fades. I can’t bear the thought of being without it, of being with anyone but you.”
For a heartbeat, the world stands still. Then, with a resolve that matches my own, Avery closes the distance, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that seals our fates. It’s a promise, a rebellion, and a scar that will never fade.
Avery’s raw, unrestrained groan echoes my own loss of control. The sun’s descent into night mirrors the crumbling of our carefully maintained boundaries. He lifts me effortlessly, carrying me toward the small table. Our fervent, exploratory kisses sweep away the anxiety and uncertainty of what tomorrow might bring. His kiss alone is my undoing.
As I wrap my legs around him, holding him tight, fear tickles my spine—the fear of him pulling away at this critical juncture, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls back just enough, his lashes fluttering as if to clear a haze of lust.
He steps back, but I keep my legs firmly around his waist, unwilling to break this connection. With a swift movement, he rips off his shirt, revealing a devil-may-care smile. He leans in, his breath teasing the shell of my ear. “Do you really think I’d walk away now when I have you all to myself? I don’t fucking think so, Seraphina.”
His words leave me breathless, my fingers trailing down his muscular abdomen, feeling it tense under my touch. “I thought you’d say no,” I admit, turning toward him, inhaling the scent that I want to embed in my memory, especially if this is all I’ll ever have of him.
“No, sugar, I’m incapable of saying no to you,” he murmurs, his fingers deftly removing my camisole. “And I’m not sure I can take this slow either.” He gently pushes me back until I’m lying on the table, his gaze devouring me with an intensity that promises more than just tonight.
Avery’s actions send shivers cascading across my bare skin, his fingers deftly sliding my shorts down my legs. “Legs up, sugar,” he instructs. As the fabric falls away, I follow his direction, resting my feet on the table, vulnerably exposed under his intense gaze. My heart races as he kneels before me, whispering, “Just a taste, I swear.”
His tongue explores me, a perfect harmony of desire and skill. Every stroke ignites sensations I’ve only dreamed of, intensifying with each movement. I’m like a live wire, charged and waiting to erupt. Years of watching him from afar, fantasizing in the shadows, never prepared me for the reality of Avery’s touch.
With just a few expert motions, a fierce orgasm rips through me. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close as I surrender to the waves of pleasure, marking him with my essence.
As the intensity ebbs, Avery pulls back. My eyes flutter open to meet his, finding a storm of contemplation in their depths. We are shattering every rule, every boundary.
