Cecilia
I caught the door before Alpha Sebastian could enter the bedroom.
My heart was beating so fast it felt like it might crack a rib.
He paused, brows knitting together. “What’s wrong?”
God. His voice—low, calm, a little rough like he hadn’t spoken all day.
My brain was doing that thing where it short-circuits under pressure, and I knew if I didn’t speak now—right now—I was going to end up tangled in sothing way ssier than I could handle.
No more overthinking. No vague taphors. No polite avoidance.
Just say it.
I sucked in a breath, then another, and blurted, “Can we keep this... casual?”
There. Out in the open.
Alpha Sebastian didn’t flinch. Didn’t move.
His gaze pierced through the shadows, eyes glinting like they could read every unspoken thought in my head.
He didn’t answer right away.Of course he didn’t.
I swear, mushrooms could’ve started growing on the floor before he finally spoke.
“If that’s what you want,” he said at last, voice steady, unreadable. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”
I blinked. “That’s it?”
I was startled by his easy agreent.
The Alpha before seed suspiciously accommodating, making wonder if this was so imposter rather than the real Alpha Sebastian.
I had expected him to respond with cutting sarcasm, then toss to the ground and walk away without a backward glance.
That would have been the perfect way to stop this dangerous attraction before it started, and he wouldn’t have grounds to make my life difficult tomorrow.
"...You agree? Really?" I asked skeptically.
"Really." Alpha Sebastian nodded again with conviction.
He carried into the room where the motion-sensing lights activated, bathing the previously dark space in a warm, hazy glow.
To my surprise, he didn’t place on the bed.
Instead, he sat down in a spacious leather chair by the window, positioning sideways across his lap.
His tone was earnest as he spoke, "I understand your concerns, Cecilia. I respect your thoughts and am willing to accommodate them."
Internally, I was panicking: *...but I think my suggestion is wrong, sitting on your lap like this is wrong, this whole situation is wrong!*
Yet his gentle reasoning made it difficult to object.
"Thank you. Thank you for understanding."Alpha Sebastian smiled, the expression transforming his face. "I respect you and understand your position. But shouldn’t you also respect mine?"
When he smiled, his almond-shaped eyes sparkled like stars, making it even harder to think clearly.
My usually reliable internal defense system was completely malfunctioning.
"Your position?" I echoed.
"Yes. You have your thoughts, and I have mine. That’s fair, isn’t it?"
“...Fair,” I echoed, though the word tasted cautious on my tongue.
“You don’t want commitnt. I get that. And I respect it,” he continued, his tone calm, almost too asured. “But ? I believe if I care about soone, I should take responsibility. That’s not wrong either, is it?”
I sucked in a breath, tension creeping up my spine like a warning.
This conversation was steering into dangerous waters.
Alpha Sebastian must’ve sensed it, because his hand slid gently along my back, his touch warm and grounding.
“Relax,” he murmured. “I’m not trying to manipulate you. I’m not here to trap you into anything. Just... listen. You’ve got ti to think, I promise.”
And maybe it was the heat of his voice, or the ridiculous calm in his eyes—but against all logic, I found myself whispering, “Okay... I’m listening.”
“I need a girlfriend—soone to keep my parents off my back. I won’t lie, I’m the kind of guy who sees relationships as a path to sothing long-term. Eventually, yeah, marriage. That’s just how I’m wired.”
He paused, giving space to breathe.
“But I’m not forcing that on you,” he added. “You don’t have to want the sa things. If you decide to walk away, that’s your call. And if you change your mind soday? Great. But either way, we move at your pace. You do you. I just want to be honest about where I stand.”
His voice was low and maddeningly reasonable, like he’d rehearsed it in front of a mirror.
Calm. Direct. No pressure.
It should’ve felt like a trap.Instead, it made my pulse quicken.
This isn’t fair, I thought. He’s too damn good at this.
“I’ll think about it,” I said quietly.
“Take your ti,” he said with a soft smile.
Then, with maddening casualness, he gave my backside the lightest pat. “You’ve got, say... two hours. Think it over in the shower.”
My face went up in flas.
Did he really just—?
I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing ca out.
So I stood, wordless, and headed toward the bathroom like a woman marching into battle... naked.
Under the hot spray, I stared at the tile, watching the steam curl up around , trying to get a grip.
Sohow, sohow, the conversation had gone from “no strings attached” to “let’s play house for my parents.”
What the hell just happened?I pressed a palm to my forehead.
I erged from the bathroom thirty minutes later.
My mind was made up.
Though his proposal was tempting, there’s no such thing as a free lunch—especially when it cos to gorgeous Alphas.
I couldn’t let a mont of weakness lead astray.
I opened the door.
"I—"
The chair by the window was empty.
He’d left.
I sighed with relief.
This was for the best, regardless of why he’d gone. It was definitely not a bad thing.
Relaxing against the bed, I decided to rest for a while.
Once he was asleep later tonight, I’d sneak back downstairs. We could both pretend this "close call" never happened.
As I lay there, drowsiness overtook .
My eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted into dreams.
Just as I was sleeping peacefully, a voice near my ear suddenly broke through: "Why are you asleep?"
"...Hmm? What!"
I jolted awake, heart racing like I’d been yanked out of a dream by force.
My pulse thudded in my ears, and for a mont, I couldn’t tell if the pounding in my head was leftover adrenaline or sothing far more dangerous.
Alpha Sebastian was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over . His breath fanned across my cheek, warm and maddeningly intimate.
His black silk robe drooped with his movent, revealing everything from his long neck to his collarbone.
This was an assault on my willpower at its weakest mont—when my brain was still rebooting from sudden awakening.
“Why are you...” My voice cracked as I blinked up at him. “Why are you back?”
My eyes dropped—traitorously—to his mouth.
Predictably perfect. Predictably close.
His gaze locked onto mine, unreadable but intense, a mixture of restraint and sothing darker. “We agreed on two hours,” he said softly. “I’m here for your answer.”
“My... my answer...” My words stumbled over themselves as my brain tried to catch up.
I lifted a hand to rub my temple, hoping clarity might magically follow.
But before I could make contact, he caught my wrist and pressed it gently but firmly against the pillow beside my head.
“No backing out now, Cecilia,” he murmured. “Yes or no. I need a real answer.”
"I—" I struggled to form even one word.
My breathing grew equally heated.
Our breaths mingled in the narrow space between us, teasing and arousing.
Alpha Sebastian had always possessed excellent self-control. The more precious sothing was, the more carefully he paced himself. He needed my complete, wholehearted consent.
Until then, even as desire broke through his composure and restricted his body, he restrained himself.
"Still undecided?" The pad of his other thumb caressed my lips, soft as flower petals.
His eyes darkened like rolling black tides. His mouth, already impossibly close, moved slightly lower. "Shall I decide for you? On the condition that you won’t regret it."
The words hit like a slow burn—dangerous, devastating, and fully intoxicating.
My mouth went dry. My thoughts spiraled.
This wasn’t just attraction anymore. This was a storm I had no chance of resisting.
I don’t like him, I lied to myself.
I’m not into this. I’m thinking clearly. Totally rational. Absolutely—
“To hell with it,” I whispered. “Yes.”
And the second the word left my lips, his mouth was on mine—hot, hungry, and impossibly sure.
Chapter 157 This is a mistake, but I can’t stop
Cecilia
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as Alpha Sebastian’s lips claid mine with an intensity that set every nerve ending on fire.
His hands were everywhere, leaving trails of heat across my skin as he pressed into the mattress.
The weight of him above felt right in a way nothing had before.
"Say it again," he growled against my mouth, his voice rough with need. "I need to hear it again."
"Yes," I whispered, arching into him. "Yes, Alpha-"
"Don’t call that," he interrupted, his breath hot against my ear. "Not here. Not like this."
His teeth grazed my earlobe, sending electricity down my spine. "Say my na, Cecilia."
"Sebastian," I breathed, testing the intimacy of it on my tongue.
He pulled back just enough to look at , his eyes burning with a possessive fire that should have frightened but instead sent liquid heat pooling low in my belly.
His fingers already working at the tie of my robe.
The fabric fell open, exposing my naked body to his hungry gaze.
His eyes darkened as they traveled over my curves, lingering at my breasts, my stomach, the junction between my thighs.
I should have felt embarrassed, vulnerable, but instead, I felt powerful. Desired.
"Fuck," he breathed, running his hands up my sides. "You’re perfect."
My two sweat-soaked garnts lay on the floor, steaming with the heat of our bodies, as real as the fine sheen of moisture glistening on my skin.
I threw my head back, gasping, my chest rising and falling with each hurried breath.
My nipples were already hard and aching, trembling in the cool air as they sought more contact.
"Fuck..." I cursed hoarsely, my nails digging into the muscles of his back, leaving red marks. "Don’t you dare tease —"
He bit my lower lip and chuckled darkly, his knee forcefully parting my legs.
The sash of his robe had long since co undone sowhere.
I felt his erect cock grinding heavily against my soaked pussy through the fabric of my panties, and my back arched violently, a half-choked moan escaping my throat.
Sebastian leaned down, nipping at the side of my neck.
His fingers savagely tugged at the edge of my lace panties before driving two digits without warning into my tight passage.
"So wet?" he panted, his voice a whisper in my ear, his fingers mimicking the motions of sex as they thrust in and out rapidly.
I responded by wrapping my legs around his waist, my slick flesh greedily clenching around his invading fingers.
When his fingertips brushed against that certain spot inside , I lost control, screaming, the arches of my feet tensing into straight lines, my juices trickling down my thighs.
He pulled his fingers out, saring the glistening fluid across my lower abdon, then gripped his purplish-red tip, slapping it against my swollen clit.
I gasped, arching up into him. "Please..."
He pressed his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged.
I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my entrance, hot and urgent.
He looked up at then, his eyes dark with lust. "Tell what you want."
“You,” I breathed, nothing left between us—no pride, no filter, just need. “I want you inside .”
His eyes went dark with hunger, jaw tight as he gripped my hips like he was holding back a storm. “God, you’re beautiful when you say things like that,” he growled.
And then he moved—one powerful thrust, and he was fully inside , filling in a way that made my breath catch and my back arch.
We both gasped at the sensation, our bodies perfectly aligned.
My ankles locked behind his back, swaying with each thrust in a lewd rhythm.
The sound of his cock parting my layered, soft flesh, reaching deep into my core, mixed with the slap of his balls against my ass and the relentless creaking of the bed fra.
My hands clawed at his sweat-slicked back, and when he thrust particularly deep, I bit into his shoulder to stifle my moans.
Sebastian cupped my face, kissing deeply, his tongue forcing its way past my teeth, tangling with mine as his thrusts grew increasingly frantic.
The bedside lamp cast a glow on the glistening fluids between us, and I lifted my hips to et each drive, my toes curling and uncurling as the tingling prelude to orgasm shot from my tailbone to the back of my head.
"I’m close..." I whimpered brokenly, my vaginal walls clenching violently around him.
"That’s it," he praised, his voice strained with the effort of control. "Take all of ."
His thumb found where we were joined, circling the bundle of nerves that had crying out, my nails digging into his back.
"Sebas—," I gasped, feeling the tension building to an unbearable peak.
"Co for ," he growled, snapping his hips harder, deeper. "Let feel you."
Sebastian’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he quickened his pace, and when the head of his penis rubbed over my G-spot, I threw my head back and scread, my release gushing over both our stomachs.
He grunted, driving into to the deepest point, his hot seed pulsing into my quivering passage, our shared warmth radiating through our connected bodies.
As we lay tangled together after, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back, I tried to remind myself this was just physical - casual.
But the way he held against his chest, pressing soft kisses to my hair, felt like anything but casual.
"Sleep," he murmured, pulling closer.
And despite all my intentions to keep my distance, I drifted off in his arms, feeling safer than I had in years.
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