He turned into my touch and began to calm a great deal.
“Would you like to return to sleep?”
“Okay,” he murmured.
I smiled and encircled him in my arms, easing him back down into my bed.
Sounds of contentment spilled from him as he rested his head on my chest and nuzzled against my hand stroking his soft hair.
I gazed down at him.
Antithesisto the likes of Morien didn’t even truly do it justice.
He was a world apart.
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~Zayn~
He’d fucked him.
Winter had fucked that bitch-ass snake guy.
That royal, elitist asshole had taken and played with what was mine.
And yeah, I’d fucking followed them after they’d left. And maybe that was a little stalkerish, but it was what it was.
I’d felt Vaxan’s privacy ward being down as I’d made it onto the corridor where his room was at—one of the areas of the dorms that was set back a little from the rest. Like the suite belonging to the ice dragon princess over on the other side of the expansive floor.
A privacy ward was something magic-wielders like us added to their dorms on top of the automatic safeguarding enchantment that was instituted by the administration through each room to prevent damage. And if a being didn’t possess magic, they could have a faculty member sort it for them.
The snake had likely sensed me outside and probably wanted to fucking torture me with the sounds coming from within.
I could’ve just walked away, but…urgh.Maybe I’d tortured myself.
The thudding and rocking of the bed, indicating Winter was getting rough like he’d always resisted with me as he’d been afraid of hurting me.
All their damned talking—sex talk and all. Worse, the bonding.
The growling and snarling of them taking it the primal route.
The slapping of flesh as Winter had let that fucker railhim.
And worst of all, the strangled cries from Winter, him being so fucking into it and immersed, and satisfied beyond anything that had come before.
Roars of ecstasy, then the soft murmurs of contentment afterward…dammit…they were deep in my head, replaying over and over again.
I clenched my fists as I paced up and down my room in front of my mussed-up bed where I’d been tossing and turning all fucking night because of this. I glared at the black sheet I’d covered that fucking enchanted oil painting with that hung above my headboard courtesy of Win. I knew what I’d see right now, and it was bad enough feeling it without having it displayed in undeniable visual form.
Winter Nox wasmine.
My friend, my lover, my… everything.
I was his first. And I knew that damn well meant something to him.
Fuck.That was the problem with this turn of events as well—Winter didn’t just fuck. He got emotionally attached.Deeply.It was never a one-nighter to him.
Although he’d never admit it, it was a massive part of why he only did thefeedpart of thefuck-and-feedshe took part in atPolaris.
