"I could not stray my gaze away from her, splaying her across my lap once I had taken my toll onto the berth, sinking further with her weight belonging on top of me. My mate remained fluently solid, stiffening as I continued to caress the innocence...
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They slipped Briskly into intimacy From which they never recovered.
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I'm this moment I have decided, rapturous men were the strangest entities god has ever created.
The minutes which had surpassed into they eventually submerged into hours, cradled my eyelids to shift dangerously tighter together until I could no longer seem to focus. After feeding Lionel my toaster strudel, we've talked about things that ideally I couldn't bring myself to even expose the topics to someone else I trusted. Lionel spoke so vague and promiscuously, to which I found myself lulled at his budding words.
I noticed that, the mischievous alpha, tended to have that effect on me.
"He's a charmer isn't he?" Heidi found herself asking me as we sat collectively inside the warm library—with clasped hands in front of a fireplace.
Heidi sported this wickedness about herself, she was also quiet the entirety of me and Lionel's lost conversations. I'm still surprised she even encouraged our meeting, more than aware Alexander would dislike it.
"Lionel always had a way with words." The blonde simply nods, after I sent a withering smile in agreement. Lionel had acknowledged the tension between us —as if it was to be understood instead of dove into.
Still debating what that could actually mean to me. Me and Lionel shining something that dives deeper below the surface level.
Still confused on how Alexander had allowed it to flourish thus far.
"You know, he isn't as bad as Alexander makes him out to be?" I asked.
Heidi lowly smiles, shrugging. "He's an alpha born just like his brother, so it doesn't surprise me he's good at persuading one with twinkling eyes and shiny teeth." As I kept talking, I fell short to know who I tried convincing, Heidi or myself. About how truly bad Lionel could be...
A gnawing image of Lionel settles in the back of my mind, I couldn't shake it— I couldn't; I refuse to shake him. It was so proactive as I tried to study him as if he were under a microscope in a lab. Desperately did I want to know who he was deep down, from every atom to the dimple in his cheek, while he persisted on acting so cold that it thrilled me.
Justly before I became in wedged between the lives of the royals, they were still inadvertently to be distrusted and learned. The willingness to know these people, still greatly teased me.
