Chapter 8 Welcome Home Girls
1258 Words
(Explicit scene ahead)
Third-person POV
The day felt full of promise.
The girls stood outside their new condo, taking in the view of the upscale student living community just off the university’s royal campus. It was secluded, yet walking distance from the main quad—a perfect mix of exclusivity and independence.
They watched their personal Royal Guard team unload furniture and belongings, stacking boxes in neat piles while navigating through the main entrance.
Across the courtyard, a sleek black SUV pulled into a reserved space. From it emerged a tall, broad-shouldered man with rich olive tan skin, a crisp lineup tapered cut on the sides but longer in the top, low cut beard and a quiet but commanding presence. His fitted shirt hugged every muscle in his torso, and the way he adjusted his shades screamed alpha dominance.
Anne gasped. “Girl, do you see that?!”
Harmony, standing near the entryway, raised a brow but didn’t turn. “We see that.”
“No,” Anne whispered. “But do you see that?”
The girls all burst into laughter.
The mystery man glanced up. His eyes locked directly with Harmony’s. She gave him a slow, teasing smirk. He smiled back. Nothing needed to be said.
“Oh my goddess,” Anne whispered. “Why do I suddenly feel like we live on the set of a drama?”
“Because we do,” Jordan replied, walking up with a grin.
Inside, the condo was even more beautiful than expected—spacious, modern, and stunning. It had five bedrooms, six full bathrooms, and a massive open-concept living and kitchen space with gold hardware, black quartz countertops, and a floor-to-ceiling fireplace in the lounge.
“This is insane,” Jasmine said. “This isn’t student housing. This is goddess-level living.”
“Jason did his thing,” Jordan said.
“Actually,” Harmony corrected, “Coral did. She picked it out herself. Said she stayed in one like this during her undergrad years. Since there’s four of us and Jordan’s graduating, she wanted us to live right.”
Jasmine nodded with respect. “Okay, Coral. You got taste.”
They each started exploring their new rooms. Harmony wandered into hers—sun-soaked, elegant, with a large canopy bed, plush throw pillows, and windows that looked out across the private garden entrance to the other luxury units. She caught sight of him again—the mystery man—disappearing into his own unit. He glanced back and smirked.
She smiled. Then quickly shook her head. “Not today.”
Just then, Anne’s voice rang through the hall.
“Party tonight! We’re going out!”
Harmony peeked her head out. “Who’s hosting?”
“Phi Nu Epsilon,” Anne grinned. “The werewolf frat.”
Harmony groaned. “Those wild mutts again?”
“They party like they own the moon!” Anne argued. “We’re going!”
“Jasmine,” Harmony called, “What am I wearing?”
Jasmine appeared dramatically in the doorway. “You’re wearing a white halter jumper with a gold belt and matching strappy sandals.”
Harmony snapped her fingers. Poof. The outfit shimmered onto her vanity chair.
Anne squealed. “Okay! Make me something, too. Eggplant and neon yellow short set.”
Another snap. Done.
Jordan headed to the front door just as someone knocked.
She opened it and smiled. “Carl.”
He stepped in and sniffed the air, his deep brown eyes locked on the hallway leading toward Harmony instantly. His friends followed behind him—greeting the girls casually as they made their way to the kitchen to chat about the party.
But Carl? He had one destination.
He moved through the condo like he’d memorized every turn, every step, until he was at Harmony’s bedroom door.
She was still in her mirror, adjusting the fit of her outfit after putting it on when he appeared in the doorway. His presence was warm and magnetic.
“Hey, sexy,” he rumbled, his voice low and husky.
Harmony didn’t turn around right away. “Hey, sweetness.”
The click of her door closing was all the warning she got before Carl crossed the room, spun her around, and crushed his lips to hers.
She melted instantly.
The kiss deepened, rough hands exploring her curves, tugging at the fabric that barely covered her breast. Her halter slid down with ease, revealing bare breasts that he worshipped with lips and teeth. He lifted her effortlessly, laying her on the bed and kissing down her belly until he was between her thighs.
“Take this fake-ass skirt thing off,” he growled. “I want to taste you.”
She obeyed without question.
In one smooth motion, her bottoms were gone, and her legs rested over his shoulders. Carl buried his face in her warmth, growling against her soaked center. She writhed, moaning his name, gripping the sheets as her body trembled from the intensity of his tongue licking her c**t and the deep, slow pressure of his fingers.
“f**k, Carl… oh my goddess... yes…”
When her orgasm hit, it was like lightning, sharp and sudden, stealing her breath.
But Carl wasn’t done.
He stood, licking his lips, watching her try to catch her breath with a smirk. His pants dropped next, and Harmony crawled toward him like she had something to prove. His length—thick, veiny, and dark—was already rock hard.
She wrapped her lips around him slowly, dragging her tongue along his tip before taking him deeper.
“s**t,” Carl hissed, hand threading through her hair. “You tryna kill me, huh?”
She bobbed her head, moaning softly, using both hands and mouth, swallowing him inch by inch. His hips flexed forward, trying not to thrust, trying not to lose it too soon—but Harmony knew exactly how to work him.
He grunted low. “I’m about to—”
BANG.
The door flew open.
Jordan.
“Oh s**t! I’m— I’m sorry!!”
Harmony pulled back, laughing breathlessly as Carl groaned in frustration, one hand covering his face. As he blew his load on the new bed sheets
Jordan scrambled out and slammed the door.
Carl collapsed onto the bed, still throbbing as his seed continued to spurt out. Harmony wiped her mouth and fell beside him.
“s**t Girl,” he laughed. “You are gonna be the death of me.”
She kissed him gently. “You’re lucky I like you.”
“I’m unlucky you’re not mine,” he muttered under his breath.
She didn’t respond, only nuzzled against his chest.
They stayed there like that, tangled in silent tension.
Harmony touched the tattoo on her back. The one that always started to burn when they got too close. Every time they tried to cross the line, it flared up like a warning.
“I wish it didn’t hurt,” she whispered. “Maybe then I could give you my all.”
Carl kissed the side of her head. “I’ll wait.”
She sat up and began reaching for her robe “What time’s the party again?”
“Eight.”
“I’ll see you there.”
He nodded, grabbing his shirt.
And just before he walked out, he looked at her over his shoulder and said, “Whoever ends up your mate better treat you like royalty.”
Harmony smiled faintly, heart caught somewhere between longing and fear.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “They better.”
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