Arranged: An Array Series (Book #1)(91)



“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His lips grazed my heated skin, his fingers becoming wilder.

Finding the buttons on his pants, I began to unfasten them. He helped, not releasing his lips from my body, tasting my skin and devouring my senses. His cock sprung free, poking my stomach before he pressed it against my mound. Without warning, he entered me in one thrust. I gasped, which brought him back to reality.

He leaned back, his brows furrowed. “Avie, I’m so sorry.”

I shook my head. I’d give him anything to make him forget, even in just these moments.

“Keep going,” I urged, running my fingers through his hair. “I’m yours.”

His lips met mine again as he began to move inside me. Between his tongue slowly torturing me and his cock pumping into me, I could feel that familiar need of release. My fingers trailed down his neck to his broad back, where I squeezed, begging for relief.

“Never leave me,” Garrett muttered against my lips. He pumped harder, my legs wrapping around his waist, taking in everything he would give me. “I won’t stop until I find you.”

I dug my hands deeper into his skin. “I’ll never leave.”

I was here. I wasn’t leaving him.

His mouth went back to my neck, lavishing and biting. The heat between us was building, making me light headed, almost faint.

“Come for me, Peitho.”

His fingers found my clit once more, and I exploded around him, my body tensing around the liberation of complete ecstasy. Coming down from my high, my body relaxed against the soft bed. Opening my eyes, I found Garrett staring at me, his eyes full of lust and desire, his body still moving against mine. Never would I have thought the man who saved my life years ago would be here with me. Above me. Taking every ounce of my soul with him.

Leaning up with my elbows, I licked up his neck, taking his sensitive lobe in my teeth. He groaned, his body tensing before surrendering his release. Collapsing next to me, he pulled me against his body, his chest heaving.

This attraction was commanding and formidable. It was a dominant force that neither one of us had the willpower to deny.

We were each other’s weakness. The one thing that would destroy us.





George





Chapter 36





I was overwhelmed with the amount of people who kept seeking me out at all hours of the day.

Overwhelmed and irritated.

I never did give my father enough credit for how much he had to deal with on a daily basis. The meetings and handholding, everyone wanting your damn opinion on everything, right down to the color tablecloth for dinner. I wanted to punch the next person who walked through the door.

Father had been gone for twenty-one days, but who was counting?

I’d drank myself into passing out, slept with multiple ladies-in-waiting whose names I couldn’t remember, and I’d fenced my energy out with the guards. It was the only way I knew how to grieve him.

We tussled and settled on many topics, but he was the role model of the king I wanted to be, with little tweaks here and there, starting with the ‘ruining of other people’s personal lives’—that shit would cease. It stopped before he was put in the ground. And as I tried to settle into my position, Ava kept me moving.

I was waiting for Mother, who told me she needed to talk to me, and she was late. I wasn’t surprised, though. She had been attached to my ass for weeks, checking up on me, telling me how to run this and that. I wanted to send her on a trip, just to get her out of my damn hair. She sauntered in my study, with her normal, obnoxious smile.

“Morning, my dear,” she said, and I cringed inwardly. “Been busy?”

“Always,” I muttered, moving my papers in a neat pile so I could give my mother my full attention and get her out of here.

“You’ll get used to it eventually,” she advised, taking a seat in front of my desk. “Soon, everyone will know how you operate and they won’t bother you as much.”

“Can’t wait for that day.” I folded my hands in front of me. “What was it that you wanted to speak about?”

Mother crossed her legs and clasped her hands together.

“I know this has been a trying time for you, George, and I’m not trying to add more to your plate.” I tried not to roll my eyes. “But we need to discuss the future of Telliva.”

I leaned back in my chair. “All right, you have my full attention.”

“A wife. You need a suitable wife.” Her eyes locked onto me with a serious expression. At least she’d waited almost a month before bringing it up. Or maybe it was because I was dodging her as much as I could.

I sighed. “We’re back at that again?”

“Madelyn has been dead for months. You fought me about Ava, and I gave you space to think about it. But now Edward is gone, and you need heirs.”

“I’ll think about it,” I offered, but she didn’t take it, her brown eyes narrowing.

“There isn’t anything to think about.”

“Mother, I have a lot going on right now. Can we wait until I’ve caught these rebels terrorizing our people?”

“No,” she replied flatly, standing. “You need to keep the throne moving by marrying.”

I scowled at her. “The throne won’t be here if we are overrun by these terrorists.”

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