The Tribrid and Her Prison {Book One - Complete}

BONUS SCENE 29.5

Albus' POV

The breathy moans and soft groans infiltrated Albus' cabin.

Swallowing back the lump in his throat, he turned his head from where he lay on his bed to stare at the wall that separated himself and the two people he cared for most.

Isn't that a funny thing to think?

Having his heart wrenched for Gellert just a few short months ago. Now, he envisioned what it might be like to offer his feelings to someone entirely new.

The desperate pants from the lovers next door made him squirm.

These walls are entirely too thin, he thought as he looked up at the ceiling.

What might it be like?

To feel Hope's soft touch against his heated skin. How her fingers might touch against the ache in his body, or how her lips might feel against his. Soft but firm.

Delicate, yet unyielding- that was Hope.

Albus wasn't sure if it was the ship's rock or the waves' lapping just outside his window, but he soon found himself lulled into a dream state where his body was warm and tingly.

Lips skimmed along his throat.

Her lips.

"Hm..." he murmured as she pressed her body down on his. Her fallen hair tickled the bridge of his nose while her hands moved up and down the length of his torso. The scent of lavender and honey enveloped him, making his mouth water.

A second set of lips joined the other side of his throat, and Albus blinked his eyes open.

Newt's face loomed above him like a hazy mirage before he leaned down and captured his lips in a devastatingly passionate kiss.

One that he returned eagerly.

Albus woke with a sudden gasp, sitting straight up in his bed, blinking in the pitch black of the room. The only bit of light was the small section of the window where the moonlight reflected off the water.

Pressing his hand to the side of his throat, he glanced at the wall separating him from the pair that had been very vocal earlier. Now, though, it was silent, with no sound of movement at all.

Running a hand through his hair, he shook his head before forcing himself to lie back down on the stiff pillow.

Albus didn't sleep. Instead, he stared at the ceiling until morning dawned.

Contemplating.

Was this something he could even consider pursuing? Indeed, he'd had previous niggling thoughts that tickled the back of his brain, but it had been a thought he didn't entertain for long. The question he'd had before came back with a frighteningly clear realization.

Albus wanted them.

Oh, how he wanted them.