Chapter 40
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I was still buried under the blanket, trying to pretend Joey’s grin wasn’t burned into my memory. Devon was laughing softly beside me, clearly amused at how easily she managed to embarrass me.
“You think this is funny?” I asked, glaring at him.
He leaned over, brushing his lips against mine like he couldn’t resist. “Very funny. You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”
I shoved at his shoulder, but he didn’t move. He just pulled the tray Joey had left onto the bed and picked up a piece of bread, holding it to my lips.
“I can feed myself,” I muttered, but my stomach betrayed me by growling loud enough for him to hear.
“Open,” he ordered softly, his eyes glinting with mischief.
I rolled my eyes but opened my mouth, letting him push the bread past my lips. He smirked like he’d just won a battle.
“That’s my good girl.”
Heat rushed through me at his words, and I pushed my thighs together to quench the ache. and I quickly looked away, chewing furiously. He chuckled and fed me again, taking bites for himself in between. We must have looked ridiculous, tangled in blankets and sharing food like children, but it felt perfect.
For the first time, I didn’t feel like I had to hide my hunger, my messiness, or my laughter. Devon didn’t look at me like I was strange, or with pity, or like he was disgusted, no, he looked at me like I was everything.
When we finished, he pushed the tray aside and pulled me back into his arms. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Addy,” he whispered, his voice low and serious now. “Do you trust me?”
I blinked up at him, caught off guard by the question. “Of course I do.”
“Even if everything falls apart? Even if the whole pack stands against us?”
My throat tightened. The whispers, the glares, the way everyone seemed to hate me they rushed back into my mind, threatening to drown me. But I looked at him, really looked, and all I saw was the man who held me through the fire, the man who chose me even when he didn’t have to.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I trust you with everything.”
His eyes softened, and he kissed me, slow and deep, like he was sealing a promise between us. My body melted into his, my hands roaming his chest as if they had a mind of their own. He groaned softly against my mouth, pulling me closer until there was no space left.
“Devon,” I whispered, my voice shaky.
“Say my name again,” he murmured against my lips.
“Devon.”
His hands slid down my waist, gripping me tightly, and I gasped as he rolled me beneath him. His eyes burned into mine, but there was no fear in them, only need and something far deeper love, raw and consuming.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him down to me. Our kiss turned urgent, messy, filled with the kind of hunger that had nothing to do with food. He touched me like he was memorizing every inch, every sound I made, and I let him, my body arching into his without hesitation.
The world outside the room ceased to exist. There was no pack, no whispers, no shadows of the past only us, tangled together in sheets that smelled of fire and sweat and love.
When he pushed himself slow and deep inside me I felt complete.
Later, when the heat finally eased, he pulled me close again, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath my cheek. His hand stroked my hair, calming me, grounding me.
“You’re mine, Addy,” he said softly, almost like a vow.
I closed my eyes, breathing him in. “Yours.”
And for a fleeting moment, I believed it. Maybe happiness wasn’t too far out of reach after all.
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