To Claimed By Him

Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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Beau stood on the porch, watching the taillights of Lanet's car fade into the darkness. A deep ache settled in his chest, a longing that made him wish he'd gone with him.

Turning back toward the house, Beau sighed. The thought of going back inside filled him with dread. He already knew Ariel would bombard him with questions or give him one of her all-too-knowing looks.

A cold gust of wind swept past, making him shiver and forcing him to return inside.

No sooner had he closed the door than Ariel let out an ear-piercing shriek. She practically dragged him to the couch, her excitement radiating like a beacon. "Spill! Is he just a fling, or are you two a thing?"

Beau groaned, sinking into the couch beside her. "I don't know," he admitted. "I just wanted to play with him a little, but now... I don't want it to be just a fling."

"I knew it!" Ariel squealed bouncing in place.

Beau rolled his eyes and stood up. "I'm not talking about this with you."

Ariel, undeterred, grinned up at him with sparkling eyes. "At least one of us gets to explore this love thing!"

"You act like you don't see Teddy trying to 'explore this love thing with you," Beau teased, throwing her a sly look over his shoulder.

Her face scrunched in confusion. "What? Teddy likes Nova!"

Beau chuckled as he started toward the stairs. "Keep telling yourself that. Sure, he likes Nova—that's why he shows up here every day to hang out with Star."

Ariel's jaw dropped. "Wait, what?"

Laughing, Beau waved her off. "Goodnight, sis." He climbed the stairs, leaving her to puzzle over his words.

Ariel's voice carried up the stairs, calling after him. "Do you really think he likes me?"

Beau didn't answer. He only laughed, shaking his head as he entered his room and closed the door behind him.

Collapsing onto the bed with a satisfied sigh, he replayed the events with Lanet in his mind. It had been so long since someone made him feel this way. That kiss… hell, he could still taste Lanet on his lips.

The window drew his gaze, and he noticed how unusually clear the night sky was. On most days, the moon seemed hazy, shrouded by the ever-present smoke that hung over their district. But tonight, it shone brilliantly, casting a silvery glow over everything.

Beau took a deep breath, and for a moment, it felt like he could still catch a faint whiff of Lanet's scent lingering around him. A pang of regret struck him—I should've convinced Lanet to stay. He thought

His mind wandered back to that moment when Lanet's breath ghosted over his lips, the way his body had pressed against him, sending delicious little shivers of pleasure coursing through him. Beau's fingers instinctively brushed against the spot under his shirt where Lanet's touch had lingered. A warm sensation started to pool low in his belly.

Lanet's lips… so soft, so perfect. What would they feel like exploring more of me, tracing every inch of my skin? The thought sent a thrill through him, and before he could stop himself, his hand drifted lower, grazing the button of his jeans.

God, was he really doing this?

With a shaky breath, he unfastened the button, lifting his hips to slide his jeans down. He wasn't new to this, but the idea of doing it while thinking about someone—about Lanet—felt exciting and a little mortifying at the same time.

Beau bit his lip as his hand slipped lower, and let his fantasies take over.

He grabbed a bottle of coconut oil from his nightstand, pouring a fair amount into his palm. He rubbed it between his hands until it melted, then applied it to his hard length. Lying back on the bed, he began to circle his fingertips around his nipples, his thoughts consumed by Lanet.

He imagined Lanet's soft lips trailing kisses down his neck to his chest, the heat of his tongue flicking over his sensitive skin. Beau's mouth fell open in a silent gasp, his hand wrapping firmly around himself and moving in slow, deliberate strokes. His grip tightened as his hips arched into the touch, his breaths coming quicker.

Throwing his head back, Beau closed his eyes, surrendering to the images flashing in his mind. He pictured Lanet's hand replacing his own, stroking him in the same slow rhythm, Lanet's lips murmuring low praises against his ear.

Beau groaned, the sound slipping past his lips as his other hand pinched a hardened nipple. A louder moan escaped when he adjusted his pace, the pleasure building with every deliberate motion. His mind fixated on the memory of Lanet grinding against him, the weight of him pressing closer, the intensity of his desire impossible to ignore.

Wetting two fingers with his tongue, Beau slid his hand lower, teasing the sensitive area between his thighs. He imagined it was Lanet's hand guiding him, exploring him, sliding into places that made him tremble with need. A shiver ran through him as he lost himself to the thought, his body responding to every imagined touch.

Beau moaned softly, pressing his fingers in deeper, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through him. His other hand continued its steady rhythm, stroking himself with increasing urgency.

"Ooh, Lanet," he sighed, his voice low and breathy, as he added another finger, thrusting into himself harder and faster. The heat in his body coiled tighter, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased release. He imagined Lanet's deep voice whispering filthy, teasing words into his ear, spurring him on.

"Oh yes," Beau trembled as his climax overtook him, hot release spilling over his hand in powerful waves. His chest rose and fell heavily, his body spent and tingling from the intensity.

"Fvck," he muttered, lying still for a moment to catch his breath. Eventually, he cleaned himself up, hoping he'd be able to look at Lanet later without thinking about this moment. Yet, even as his thoughts wandered, they lingered on more wicked fantasies until sleep finally claimed him.

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