Nico
I pulled off Alaric's cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my lips to the flushed, glistening head. He was a mess above me, with his chest heaving, his thighs trembling and his cock twitching desperately in the cool air of the kitchen.
His hazel eyes were blown wide with lust, his lips parted on shaky breaths. Seeing him like this, spread out, sent a possessive roar inside my chest.
I leaned in and kissed him.
But then that familiar twist hit.
The old fear clawing at the back of my mind.
It was happening again.
I was supposed to fuck Alaric right there because it had been the plan from the moment I carried him into the kitchen and sat him on the island.
And God, I wanted to. I wanted it badly enough that it physically hurt.
But the moment I imagined crossing that line with him, something inside me twisted violently.
It was too close and too real and it made panic claw slowly up my spine before I could stop it.
Not now, I thought.
