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But it wasn’t enough. He needed more, craved more. His lips trailed from her mouth, along the delicate line of her jaw, down the slender column of her throat. He nipped at her collarbone, soothing the slight sting with his tongue, relishing the little gasp that escaped her. His hands roamed her body, rediscovering every dip and curve, every secret spot that made her writhe beneath his touch.
Xavier inhaled deeply, the intoxicating scent of Asa’s omega pheromones filling his lungs and igniting a primal hunger within him. The air was thick with her essence, a heady perfume that seemed to cling to every surface, every breath. Despite having already taken her twice, the pheromones showed no signs of abating, their potency undiminished.
He knew from experience that her heat was relentless, often lasting through the night and sometimes even an entire day, indulging in their passionate dance. Her omega heat was a force to be reckoned with, and it left him both awestruck and concerned.
As he lost himself in the silken warmth of her skin, a thought nagged at the back of Xavier’s mind. How had Asa managed during her heats in the year they had been apart? The idea of her suffering alone, her body aching for the touch of her alphas, sent a surge of anger and fear through him. The image of her, alone and in pain, was like a knife twisting in his gut.
To quell the storm of emotions brewing within him, Xavier crushed his lips against hers once more, pouring all his pent-up longing and frustration into the kiss. Asa responded eagerly, her soft moans mingling with his own as their tongues danced together in a familiar rhythm. Her body arched beneath him, an invitation that sent a jolt of desire coursing through his veins.
His hands explored her form, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the softness of her thighs. Each touch was a promise, a vow to protect her, to cherish her, to make up for the lost time. He could feel the tremors running through her body, a testament to her need, her longing. It mirrored his own, a hunger that gnawed at him, insatiable and primal.
Asa’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss. Her breath hitched as he trailed his lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. He could hear the rapid flutter of her heart, feel the heat radiating off her body. It was a heady sensation, one that fueled his desire, stoked the flames of his passion.
As Xavier’s lips trailed lower, he paused at the swell of her breasts, marveling at their perfection. He took one rosy nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Asa’s back arched, pressing her deeper into his mouth, and a melodic moan escaped her lips, soft and breathy. The sound sent a jolt of desire coursing through him, igniting a fire that threatened to consume him.
He lavished attention on her nipples, nipping and sucking, delighting in the way her voice rose and fell with each ministration. Her singing had always captivated him. He loved the way it seemed to wrap around him, drawing him in, but hearing her sing out her pleasure was a private concert reserved only for him and his brothers. It was a privilege he cherished, a treasure he would protect at all costs.
Driven by a primal need to taste every inch of her, Xavier continued his journey down her body. He dipped his tongue into her navel, relishing the way her muscles quivered beneath his touch. Lower still, he found the epicenter of her desire, glistening with her arousal.
He inhaled deeply, the sweet scent of her filling his nostrils and igniting a fire in his veins. Without hesitation, he delved into her folds, his tongue lapping at her essence. Asa writhed beneath him, her hands fisting in the sheets as he devoured her. He could feel her thighs trembling, hear her breathy moans as he drove her closer to the edge.
With a final, desperate cry, Asa shattered, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Xavier continued to lap at her, savoring the taste of her release as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
But it wasn’t enough. He needed to be one with her, to feel her warmth enveloping him. Rising up, he positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his member teasing her slick folds. With a swift thrust, he sheathed himself inside her, groaning at the exquisite sensation of her tight heat surrounding him.
He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against hers as he drove into her depths. Asa met him thrust for thrust, her nails raking down his back as she urged him on. The room filled with the sounds of their passion—the slap of skin on skin, the creak of the bed, their mingled moans and gasps.
Xavier could feel the pressure building, the coil of pleasure tightening in his core. But he held back, determined to bring Asa to the brink first. He angled his hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her that made her cry out in ecstasy. Her inner walls fluttered around him, gripping him like a velvet vise as she neared her peak.
With a final thrust, Asa shattered beneath him, his name a broken prayer on her lips. “Xav… Oh, Xav…”
The sight of her, lost in the throes of passion, was enough to send Xavier over the edge. With a guttural groan, he emptied himself inside her, his seed filling her womb as he claimed her once more.
lucian
As he pocketed his phone, Lucian leaned against the cool metal of the gate’s seating, his gaze fixed on the runway where planes taxied with rhythmic precision. In the bustling terminal, the youngest Davenport stood out—a beacon of calm amid the chaos. Women stole glances at him, their eyes tracing the lines of his athletic build, the broad set of his shoulders tapering to a lean waist that spoke of both strength and grace. His soft black hair, tinged with hints of steel gray, fell in a relaxed style that suggested an approachability at odds with his status. It was his eyes, though, a striking silver nearing mercury, that captivated and intimidated in equal measure. They held no warmth for the admirers who lingered in his periphery; they were eyes for one omega alone—Asa.
Despite the attention he garnered, Lucian’s mind wandered through memories of Asa’s gentle laughter and the soothing timbre of her voice. It had been only a week since they had found her after an agonizing search while Dominic handled business oceans away. The urge to whisk her back to the safety and opulence of their penthouse was overwhelming, yet Lucian knew coercion was no answer.
He remembered Asa dancing, a vision of ethereal beauty under the spotlight. Her slender frame moved with a fluidity that belied her fragility, each motion a silent plea for understanding. When she sang, it wasn’t just notes that floated through the air but pieces of her soul, a purity and honesty that resonated deeply within Lucian.
He longed for her presence—the delicate scent of her skin, the warmth of her smile—but above all else, he yearned for her happiness. The image of Asa twirling in the moonlight, hair fanning out like spun silver threads against the night sky, haunted him. The echo of her laughter seemed to bounce off airport walls, pulling at his heartstrings.
Lucian adjusted his cuffs, a small gesture betraying his impatience as the voice overhead announced it was time to board. The first-class cabin welcomed him with its promise of solitude, a brief respite from the world’s prying eyes. He settled into the plush seat, the soft leather embracing his frame like a familiar companion. Despite the luxury that surrounded him, his mind was in turmoil, churning with the need to return to Asa’s side.
The flight, a mere three hours on paper, stretched into an eternity for Lucian. He tapped his fingers against the armrest, each beat a silent countdown to their reunion. He had managed to immerse himself in work for a while, drafting plans and negotiations that would later require Xavier’s keen eye. But as the plane began its descent, all pretense of focus dissipated. Lucian craved the comfort of home, of Asa’s serene presence that turned even the grandest of rooms into intimate sanctuaries.
The moment the aircraft touched down and taxied to its berth, Lucian was on his feet, among the first to disembark. His long strides carried him through the terminal with purpose, every step an echo of his racing heart.
Outside, the cool night air brushed against his skin as he spotted the sleek silhouette of the Davenport private car waiting just ahead. The driver, a seasoned employee named Gerard, greeted him with a nod and held open the door.
“Welcome back, Master Lucian,” Gerard said as Lucian slid into the vehicle’s shadowed interior.
Lucian gave a curt nod in return, eager for any news of home. “Drive,” he instructed simply.
As they glided through the city’s veins toward the penthouse, Gerard glanced at Lucian through the rearview mirror and said, “Mr. Harris informed me Master Xavier has brought Mistress Asa home.”
A wave of relief washed over Lucian at those words. The tightness in his chest eased as he pictured Asa safe within their walls—walls that often felt too expansive without her light to fill them.
