Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Sera’s POV 1

As his hand started to retreat, | caught it. | pressed his palm against my cheek, closing my eyes, soaking in the

warmth of his skin, the slight roughness of his fingers, the solidity of him. It was a lifeline.

“I love you,” the confession tumbled out, barely a whisper against the skin of his palm. “I think I've loved you

since that night five years. ago, even when I thought I'd never see you again. Even when | hated you for leaving.

Even when | didn’t know who you were.”

The silence that followed was profound, charged with the weight of my admission. Then his fingers flexed against

my cheek, tightening slightly. When | opened my eyes, his gaze held a depth of emotion that stole my breath.

“I love you too,” he murmured, his voice husky and uneven.

The space between us vanished. He moved, a controlled urgency, his hands framing my face. The first press of

his lips against mine was soft, hesitant, almost reverent. A question. My answer was immediate. My lips parted

under his, my hands fisted in the crisp cotton of his shirt, anchoring myself, pulling him closer.

That tentative touch ignited. Five years of pent-up longing, frustration, hope, and desperate love erupted. The

kiss deepened, turning hot and searching, desperate to bridge the lost time. His tongue swept into my mouth,

claiming, and | met him with equal fervor, a low

moan escaping me. His arms wrapped around me, crushingagainst the solid wall of his chest. The world

narrowed to the hard heat

of his body against mine, the demanding pressure of his mouth, the frantic beat of my own heart.

He broke the kiss only to bury his face in the curve of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.

“Sera,” he growled, the sound

vibrating through me. My non his lips felt like a benediction, a homecoming I'd craved without knowing.

Our hands moved frantically, buttons straining, fabric tearing slightly in our haste. “Damien,” | gasped as he

shoved my blouse off my

shoulders, his mouth immediately finding the sensitive skin along my collarbone. “Yes, oh god.”

His hands slid under my skirt, pushing it up, his fingers rough against the bare skin of my thighs. | clawed at his

belt buckle, my fingers

trembling. “Need you,” | breathed, arching against him, grinding against the hard ridge of his cock trapped

beneath his slacks. The

friction made stars burst behind my eyelids.

He growled again, a feral sound that sent liquid heat pooling low in my belly. He stood briefly, pullingup with

him, then swiftly

pushed my skirt and underwear down my legs. His eyes raked over me, naked from the waist down, lingering on

my wet slit. His gaze

was possessive, hungry.

Before | could feel self-conscious, his large hands gripped my hips, spinningroughly to face the bed. He

guidedforward until 1

braced my hands on the edge of the mattress. | heard the rasp of his zipper, the clink of his belt buckle hitting

the floor.

I glanced back over my shoulder. He was freed, his cock thick and hard, jutting proudly from his body. A tremor

of pure need went through me. He caught my gaze, eyes blazing. “Ready?” he asked, his voice thick with barely

leashed control, but the tenderness

underlying the roughness gaveanother wave of warmth.

“Yes! Fuck, Damien, please!” | cried, pushing my hips back, desperate for him. “Now!”

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A low groan rumbled from his chest. His hands tightened on my hips, holdingsteady. With one powerful

thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside me, hard and deep.

“Ahh! Fuck!” The cry tore from my throat, a mixture of intense pressure and perfect, filling relief. He was huge,

stretchingto the limit, driving out everything except the feeling of him buried deep.

“Christ, you're so tight,” he rasped, his voice strained. “So fucking wet for me.” He pulled back almost

completely, then slammed back in. setting a brutal, deep rhythm that hadgasping with each thrust.

| pushed back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. “Deeper!” | demanded, writhing. “Harder! God, yes!”

The sounds of our bodies. slapping together filled the room, wet and rhythmic, punctuated by my ragged cries

and his low, guttural groans.

He leaned over me, his chest pressed against my back, one hand sliding around my waist to find my clit. His

fingers were rough, calloused, and perfect as they circled and pressed the sensitive bundle of nerves. “That's it,

Sera,” he growled against my ear. “Cfor

Con my cock.”

His words, combined with the relentless pounding deep insideand the expert friction on my clit, pushed me

over the edge almost instantly. “Oh God! Damien! I’m... Ahhh! I'm coming!”

My body locked, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure

crashed through me. My legs trembled violently, my vision whiting out as my climax roared through every nerve

ending.

Feelingconvulse around him sent Damien crashing into his own climax. His rhythm stuttered, then he drove

deep, shuddering hard

against me. “Fuck! Sera!” he roared, his voice ragged with release.

His hips jerked erratically as he pushed impossibly deep. | felt the hot, liquid pulse of his seed flooding inside me,

the sensation

intensifying my own tremors. He ground against me, gasping, spilling himself completely, the thick spurts

washing through me.

We collapsed forward onto the bed, Damien’s weight pinninggently, both of us breathing harshly, slick with

sweat. His softened cock

slipped out of me, leavingfeeling deliciously empty and marked.

Slowly, he rolled to his side, pullingwith him, tuckingagainst his chest. His arm wrapped possessively

around me, his hand

resting low on my belly. His skin was hot against my back. He nuzzled into my hair, pressing a kiss against my

temple. His seed was

cooling on my thighs, a tangible reminder of what we’d shared.

“That felt... real, he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and something deeper.

| shifted, turning in his arms to face him. “It is,” | whispered, leaning forward to brush my lips against his.

I sighed, nestling deeper into his embrace, my body sated and utterly relaxed. Outside these walls, the future

held complications. But

cocooned in his arms, the scent of our lovemaking in the air, our son sleeping peacefully nearby, one truth

eclipsed everything else.

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