Chapter 71
Ciel
It's just a lesson.
It's nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
I chant it in my head like a prayer, but the mantra doesn't stick. Nolan… he's never looked so vulnerable, so unbearably beautiful. His lips part slightly with every shiver, chest rising and falling too fast, and I feel my pulse hammering in response.
I want him to whimper, to cry, to beg. And the truth? I want to make him beg.
What the fuck? What an insane emotion and desire.
Best friend. Best friend. Just a lesson.
I repeat it again, trying to convince myself, but each flinch, each little gasp from him twists something hot and sharp in my chest.
I drag my thumb across the tip, teasing, deliberate. He shudders violently, hips twitching instinctively, and the sight makes something dark and possessive flare in me.
So hot.
A pang of jealousy flashes—sharp, sudden—at Jack. Jack, my alpha, my lover. And yet… why? This whole ordeal is my idea, I don't understand myself.
