Boreas' Obssession

Chapter 18

A/N: Sorry for the late update. The plot that I was building in my head was now jumbling with each other. It’s been so long since I updated this story, so there is part that are confusing. I will try to reread every chapter because some details about the characters had become messes up. But don’t worry, I will try my hardest to finish this for us to have that sweet happy ending that we all deserve. Anyway, enjoy lovelies!

“Ahhnn...Ahh...Mmmpphh”

He feels hot. Not that type of feverish hot, but like fiery hot. His entire body was now raging such electrifying heat that he bet even a cold shower can’t remove.

“AAhhhhhh! AAhhhnnn...S-st... Mmpphhh.”

He feels a sinking of a teeth between the junction of his neck and shoulder. This action sends shiver from the strands of his hair to the tip of his toes. Then there’s a tongue, skillfully and sinfully licking the open skin that was been bitten before.  His breathing is becoming shallow, rigid and he feels himself convulsing from all the sensations that was reigning his body, it’s like he was been thrown into a pit of fire, burning, lashing tongues of flame. With a twist, it feels so fucking good.

The large man, with an intoxicating smell and hypnotizing eyes are taking delight in nibbling his spotless and white skin. The way it caresses his exposed skin is making his mind blank and unresponsive. It’s breath, which tingles the hair at the back of his neck, are sending signals that is making his brain blank.

Its lips, which are now tracing and leaving scratches to his smooth checks, are making open mouth kisses to the side of his face. Licking, nibbling and sucking the skin to his heart’s content. This is pure torture, and at the same time pure intoxication.

He doesn’t remember how or when he ended up at one of the men’s cubicle in the hospital. He doesn’t even realize how the hell he walks the halls and wards before ending up here. The last thing that he remembers was riding an elevator toward the heart center that his brothers had texted him. And all things were now vivid memories.

Romanticism was the main objective of music during the renaissance period, the topic his professor had been discussing when their classes were cut short. There had been an emergency meeting for all the faculty, and sadly their professors where been called out. Technically, his schedule have more free time unlike other music student, for he already did take some subjects that are required to be taken by the said major. His faculty credited the said subjects, allowing him to have more flexible time.

He thought of calling Nate, thinking of inviting her and the ‘ladies’ for lunch. He fists out his phone, dialing the said number. He frowns, all his calls and messages where all been directed to voicemail. After a second, he receives a text from Nate, saying that their class had taken an overtime, discouraging them from spending their lunch with him. He sends an okay, telling Nate not to worry. Sometimes, this cousin of them is a huge worrywart.

He decided to eat his lunch in their faculty cafeteria, only jolting him from the thought when his phone suddenly started erupting from a bustling sound. This array of trumpets sounds only belong to one person, his loud P’Beam. And he was not wrong.

“Hello P.”

“Hello also to my cute little brother.”

“Hahahaha. Why the sudden call P?”

“Yah! Aren’t you also to return the praise to your handsome brother? And what’s wrong with the sudden call? Can’t I call my brother anytime that I like?”

“No P! it’s just that aren’t you and P’Kit busy? I mean in this time of day, there must be a long list of patients waiting for appointments from my handsome brother.”