The Serpent & Hawke | Mattheo Riddle | Enemies to lovers

Part 46 - Last Hope

Lyanna's POV

I used to hate parties.

Olivia would drag me from the group home at all hours to attend them, full of strangers and inevitable disaster.

After she died, I swore them off — the music, the drinks, the chaos all reminded me too much of her.

I only attended them as a need to try and fit in with the crowd...Sad, I know.

Yet here I was at one in the morning, drunk on firewhiskey and love, dancing wildly with my boyfriend, having the best time of my life.

Olivia would be proud.

Students were slowly filtering out, stumbling towards beds, or off to have sex with whoever was game, but I barely registered them.

The alcohol had turned everything soft around the edges, and Mattheo's hands on my hips felt like anchor points to reality.

Our secret was out, and after the initial ten minutes of shock, our friends didn't bat an eyelid.

Thank God! One less thing to worry about.

Throughout the night, students approached Mattheo, clapping him on the back, praising his declaration of love.

His public vulnerability had transformed him in their eyes from the cold, mean son of Voldemort into something more human, more approachable.

The entire atmosphere in the common room had shifted, as if his confession had broken some invisible barrier.

His hands slid lower on my hips as I swayed against him, the heavy bass vibrating through our bodies.

Every few moments, his lips would find my neck, each kiss accompanied by a low groan that sent electricity down my spine.

I had no idea how long we'd been dancing, but I never wanted it to stop.

Mattheo's hand glided across my lower stomach, pulling me tighter against him.

When I tipped my cup into his mouth, firewhiskey dripped down my shoulder.

"Aren't you thirsty."

I giggled, pulling the cup away before he could steal more.

His lips, damp from the drink, brushed my ear.

"I'm so fucking thirsty."

The words wrapped around me like velvet ropes, and I knew he wasn't talking about drinks anymore.

I turned to face him, his hands not leaving my body.

My lips grazed his tenderly before his tongue swept into my mouth.

Pressing his arousal tight against my core, made his intentions crystal clear.

"Then let's take care of that, shall we?"

I whispered into Mattheo's ear, my fingers tugging at his hair.

I felt a wicked smirk on my mouth before he kissed me once more, his tongue tasting of whiskey and boiling with drunken desire.

Suddenly the music cut off, jolting us from our private world.

"He's awake!" A panicked voice called from the door. "Harper's on his way, and he looks pissed!"

The warning took a moment to penetrate my alcohol-soaked brain, but then chaos erupted.

Students scrambled to erase all evidence of the party, wands waving frantically as decorations disappeared and furniture rearranged itself.