My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret) by Demiah13
Chapter 91

My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret) Chapter 91

Avery’s pov

I bit my tongue, awaiting his response nervously. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything and let me lead him to my bed silently.

The mattress sinks because of his weight and his frame looks too huge in my small bed. But somehow he looks so good on my sheets. I rush to remove my laptop and the box of donuts to make more space. His eyes have not wavered and he stares at me intently.

I shuddered, trying to ignore the tingles that raced up and down my spine.

After I’ve placed the box and laptop on the table, I move over to him, keeping my eyes on his shirt and not his face as I reach forward to place the back of my hand on his forehead. He is still scotching hot. My brows furrowed with worry.

“I’ll go get some Advil-

I turn to leave, but his hands reach out and grab mine. Tingles rush in my skin where he touched and my breath hitches. “No stay.” He said, the tips of his fingers brushing my palm which caused me to shiver.

I slowly snake my eyes up, his lips, up his nose until I stopped on his piercing eyes. I held my breath.

“Xade,” I breathed, beginning to protest. I had to get him something for the fever since he refused to go to the hospital.

“Avery,” his hold grows more firm. “Please.” His voice was thick with emotions that drew me in and melted my resolve.

I sighed, searching his eyes. “You need something for the fever.”

He tug my hand gently as if telling me to come closer. My feet having a mind of its own does exactly that and I replace myself standing between his opened legs. My heart slams.

“All I need,” he said hoarsely, arms wrapping around my hips and bringing me forward for him to press his head on my stomach. He breathed in, sighing. “Is you.”

Butterflies create havoc in my stomach by his words and I gulped, my hands having a mind of their own as they bury in his silky hair, threading and running through the soft fullness.

“Xade,” I breathed, sighing when he pressed his cheek further against my stomach, his warm breath from his parted lips brushing against my skin as the shirt I wore rode up.

“You’re burning up,” I murmured in worry, rubbing the back of his neck. Something stirs in my lower belly when he lets out a groan of pleasure, his lips pressing against my bare skin. My breath staggers and hitched.

“Let me at least get a cold compress to-

His hold grow more firm and I gasped when he tugs me forward until I lose my footing and I am straddling his lap.

I let out a surprised sound at the back of my throat, my cheeks burning hot. My pulse raced when the heat of his skin reaches me, seeping into me as I felt him under me.

“Xade,” I whispered his name in a shaky voice, fingers clutching his shoulders, digging into his skin to try to suppress my shudder.

His head is now on my chest, where my heart beat so rapidly. I know for sure he could hear the organ beat for him. I can’t help it, as I stare at his head, his messy curls, I can’t help but to run my hand through it.

He lets out a sound that seems so similar to a purr and I bit the inside of my cheek to not giggle at how adorable he just sounded just now.

“Just you being in my arms is all I need,” he sighed, his voice raw and full of emotions that made my heart flutter.

I can’t resist and stroke his hair, melting by how much his words made me feel a way I’ve never felt before. My mind is chaotic as it runs a mile. I sighed. “Okay,” I caved. “But you need to rest at least.”

He grunted, his lips pressing where my heart beat. “Fine.” He utters and falls back with me in his arms. “Xade!” I exclaim, my cheeks so hot as he nestles me against his chest, caging me in his arms.

“Shhh,” he whispered, holding me tightly to him. “Let me sleep.”

I feel the rise and fall of his chest, hear the soft rhythm of his heartbeat right under my ear. I bit my lower lip, his heat alone making me want to moan in pleasure.

He feels….like home.

I lift my head off his chest, and look down at his face. His eyes are pinched shut and his breathing is more steady now. His long lashes fan against his cheekbones and my fingers itch to trace along his sharp jawline.

He looks so peaceful, so vulnerable, so…. warm.

“Sleep.” His lips move as he uttered, one of his hand cupping behind my head and gently pressing my head back to his chest.

What are you doing to me Xade?

I sighed, and despite the heat of his skin, I replace myself comfortable in his arms, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat and the slow rise and fall of his chest.