AVIANA SCOTT
I slowly stirred awake. The soft rhythm of Mythic’s breathing brought me back to consciousness. His arms were wrapped around me, and itfelt like the safest place in the world. I had been dozing on and off all day. It was as if now that I finally had some answers, my body relaxed, letting me sleep. Mythic had been out cold for hours. He’d told me he hadn’t slept at all the night before, so he needed the rest.
When he’d gotten to the suite earlier that day, I could sense something was off with him. It wasn’t just the drama with Damar and Mia; there was a shadow hanging over him that he was trying to hide in order to be there for me.
Now, it was around the time that he usually opened Enchant. I rolled over. We had been spooning, so now I was nose to nose with him.
I gently nudged him, whispering, “Mythic…Mythic, get up.”
He slowly began to wake up, groaning as his eyes fluttered open. Even with a groggy frown on his face, this man was beautiful.
As his eyes adjusted and focused on me, his full lips curved upward into a small smile. “What’s up?” he croaked.
“You’ve been sleeping for hours. It’s getting late. Don’t you need to open the club or check in with Lelani?”
He shook his head as a slight scowl crossed his expression. “Nah. I don’t have to do either.”
Confusion creased my brow, and I wanted to push for more answers, but before I could, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. It was a gentle, lingering kiss that washed away all my worries. I moaned softly into the kiss, and for a brief moment, everything else faded away, leaving just the two of us in our little bubble of peace and serenity.
When we finally pulled away, his eyes locked onto mine, and I could feel the flirtatious tension sparking between us. I broke the gaze as my cheeks flushed with heat.
“I–I need to shower,” I stammered, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze.
He softly pinched my side as I sat up. “You hungry?”
I looked down on him, allowing my hunger to show in my gaze. But I wasn’t hungry for just food. Having him here—near me, touching me, holding me—without the feeling of shame or guilt was so electrifying that it was only increasing my desire and longing for him.
“Actually, I am.”
Mythic raised an eyebrow in response to the longing twinkling in my eyes. His lips curved into a smirk. “I’ll order something then.” His deep rumble was low and teasing, and his eyes glinted with perverted mischief.
I was unable to hide the way my heart raced at the way he looked at me. I exhaled slowly in relief of the peace this man gave me. I bit my lip as I glanced away, feeling the heat creep up my cheeks. “Okay.”
His gaze locked onto mine like he was searching for something deeper. “What are you in the mood for?”
I shrugged, trying to maintain my composure. “Surprise me.”
Mythic chuckled softly as he watched me with eyes filled with admiration and something much more intense. “I know what you like. I got you.”
I felt a flutter in my stomach. The tension was suffocating as we exchanged flirtatious glances, each moment stretching longer than the last.
I playfully shook my head and tore my eyes away from his. As I slipped into the bathroom, I realized that everything was shifting between us, and I wasn’t sure what it all meant. But for now, I just wanted to savor this moment and ride the wave.
CHAPTER 17
AVIANA SCOTT
WE HAD SPENTthe night like two best friends, laughing, drinking, and reminiscing about old times. Every now and then, I would slip back into reality and vocalize my wonder in how Damar and Mia could have betrayed me for so long, how Damar could have killed his own child. But every time I did, I felt like Damar and Mia didn’t deserve to be able to taint my and Mythic’s peaceful bliss, so I would change the subject.
Having learned the truth about Damar and Mia, I was overwhelmed. My heart ached. But above it all, I knew that Mythic’s touch and penetration made me forget it all for just a little while.
All night, there was intense sexual tension between us, but it felt as if he were trying to be respectful of my turmoil or my state of mind.
But as I woke up the next morning, I couldn’t take lying next to that perfection any longer without feeling it on top of me, inside of me.
Even as he slept, his massive tool danced under the sheets, rock hard with a morning wood. I began to stroke it softly, purposefully waking Mythic up.
He squinted as his eyes tried to adjust to the morning sun, then he looked at me with an arched brow and a smirk that invited me to continue.
