“Such a good girl for me.” He winks, finding my clit. I jolt when he circles it. I’m already embarrassingly ready for him, considering all he’s done is blow air on my jaw and earlobe. But I can’t help it. This whole soulmate shit sucks because Ellie made it so my body only responds to him, and with the frost inside him that probably grew three sizes today, he doesn’t feel anything.
“Oh, you’re so fucked.” He chuckles. “Baby, why’d you even agree to this? Can’t you feel how you call to me like this?”
Yes. Yes, I can, asshat.
“Say the words, and the torture ends, Maddie.”
He presses on my bud, reading my rhythm and matching my needs so that he brings me to the edge, and then he slows, never letting me fully get there. “Seth. Shit,” I reach for him. I don’t care that we’re in a library. Nobody goes back here anyway. His lips pause inches from mine, and he dips to the corner of my mouth as my breath hitches.
“Say I won, Finch.”
I let out a whimper.
He brushes my hair over my shoulder, gazing at me like he’s sympathizing with me in my current situation. I don’t want his pity, even if I feel pitiful. “Don’t fight this. Let me finish you. I want to hear you say my name again.”
“You win, Seth,” I whisper. “Fucking kiss me already.”
Slowly, Seth pulls his fingers out and leans forward with a devilish set to his mouth, stopping an inch from mine. My chest heaves against his, my lips remain aggravatingly unkissed, and they demand satisfaction. Instead, with a smirk, Seth sinks to his knees, and a gasp escapes me.
“I might be too loud.” I catch his shoulder, glancing around. We’re in a secluded area, but if I’ve learned anything in the past two weeks, it’s physically impossible for me to be quiet when Seth is involved.
“Do you want my mouth, Madeline?”
My eyes close, and the pit in my stomach coils just thinking about him buried in my skirt. “Fuck, yes,” I whisper.
“Cover your mouth then,” he says. He picks up my skirt, and his breath falls hot against the inside of my thigh as he hooks my leg over his shoulder. “Fucking hell, you’re beautiful.”
If I thought I was Seth’s before, it’s nothing compared to whatever magical transference is happening here. He’s not just buried underneath my skin anymore. He’s in my bloodstream, curling his way from my heart to my toes and claiming every inch he passes through. I try to steady my breaths, try not to melt into the whimpering mess I’m close to becoming, but the minute his tongue lashes out against my bud, I’m a fucking goner.
“Seth, I need your fingers.”
A satisfied growl rumbles, vibrating against my clit, and the growing tension makes me question if I need his fingers. I’m so fucking close to release.
But then a finger gently finds my entrance and flicks against my g-spot. I congratulate myself for doing something for myself, even if I’ll regret the smug look on his face later, because god bless Seth Aarons’s fingers, everyone.
Another lick. Another suck. Another pump of his fingers and I’m reduced to nothing more than a moaning, whimpering mess. My muscles tighten, and I writhe, my back arching, toes curling, and the fire that’s been crackling along my nerve ends singes everything in an all-engulfing blaze.
Seth continues to explore my clit with his tongue as I spasm on the comedown, and I relish in the warmth of the aftershocks. If he’s down there, I don’t have to acknowledge what just happened or how significantly fucked I am.
Because I desperately want to do that about ten million more times before Christmas, but it’s only Seth “Tragically More-Annoying Ross Geller” Aarons’s tongue that seems to hold the magic key to my heart and… other areas.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper, as eloquently as ever, wiping my hair out of my face.
Seth pulls up my tights and presses one last kiss on the outside before rising from below my skirt. His eyes sparkle with mischief when he meets my stare. Holding my attention arrested under his heated gaze, he lifts two fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.
An alarm blares to the right of my head, and I jump. Seth reaches for his phone. His tongue darts along his puffy lips, glistening in the low light. With a lean, he drags his teeth along the shell of my ear. “Victory’s never tasted so sweet.” His hot breath sends shivers down my spine, and his smirk grows deeper. “Don’t worry, Madeline. I’ll be gentle.”
He pulls away, winking at my heaving chest, and saunters out of the stack before I’m able to respond. Hitting his hand on the top of the doorframe, he pauses. “Make sure you change before class. I don’t want you catching anything going out in the cold soaking wet,” he says without sparing me a second glance.
And I let myself collapse against the bookcase to catch my breath.
Well. Fuck.
Chapter twelve
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Maddie
