He nodded. "I know. Power harem."
"Harem?” I asked with a tilt of my head.
Xzavier nodded. "That's what many students refer to you guys as. A power harem because your team is in a relationship and are uniquely different but powerful. Lion shifters have harems as well. Very intriguing to see one among different shifter races. At least you two are angels," he explained, looking between Yuriel and me.
"Boring!" Zuri announced, looking up at Xzavier, who lowered his gaze back to her.
"What?"
"I want to go home and do other stuff." She grinned proudly while Xzavier's face grew red.
Yuriel and I blushed, already knowing what she was referring to.
Damn. I should be bold like that.
"All right. Just hold my hand and don’t hop away somewhere," Xzavier reminded.
"Okay," Zuri sweetly replied, hugging his bulky arm.
Xzavier sighed but had a tender smile on his lips. The way he looked at Zuri, you could tell he was really in love with her. It was amazing how love could blossom between a lion and bunny.
He looked our way. "We're going home now, but try to dance at least once. There's no traps or bugs tonight. Already did a search." He gave us a wink.
"Bye, Silver. Bye, Yuriel. Enjoy the bliss of love. Dance the night away!" Zuri sang while Xzavier literally carried her with one arm.
"Bye." I gave them a small wave and finished the rest of my drink.
My ears picked up on the song change, the melody slowing down to a ballad.
Looking at Yuriel, I smiled. "Want to dance? It's a slow song."
Zuri and Xzavier were right. We should at least enjoy one dance to commemorate the night. Knowing there weren't any hidden agendas on the school's side of things left me feeling more relaxed.
Yuriel looked at the dance floor and back to me. "Okay. One slow dance won't hurt."
We got off our bar stools and strolled to the middle of the dance floor. Yuriel faced me and offered his hand in an inviting gesture.
"Care to dance, Blossom?"
My smile wasn't enough to portray the gleefulness within my heart. "I'd love to," I quietly replied, placing my hand in his. His arm smoothly wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to him as we began to slow dance.
I couldn't help sliding my arms around his neck, the two of us staring into each other’s eyes while we effortlessly danced to the romantic rhythm of the song.
I could smell the light cologne on Yuriel's body while my eyes were lost in admiring his handsome features, which were illuminated under the crystal lights that shone from above.
There was no denying the sexual tension between us. The way Yuriel's eyes kept lowering to my lips, or how his inhales were quick. He did well to not show it, just as I did my best to calm the rapid beating of my heart.
Yuriel's fluid movements told me he was, in fact, a good dancer, every movement on the beat of the music as he took the lead. It felt like our bodies knew one another down to our skin as we relished in our combined energy.
"You know," he whispered. "I’ve never slow danced with someone I've had feelings for."
"You haven't?" My low voice displayed my shock.
"No. First Winter Ball, first slow dance, and you're my first love," he confessed.
"Yuriel."
His honesty tore at me, leaving me wishing we'd met sooner rather than later. His apartment was in the same city as me, and yet I'd never once met him. If we had met back before I'd met Callister, would we have fallen for one another?
No. I'm sure we would have walked right past one another back then. A witch and a fallen angel. You'd never expect them to connect, and I was too young back then, while Yuriel was working at the library. We surely wouldn't have crossed paths.
His arms held me closer, pressing me against him as our rhythm slowed, our lips just inches from one another as we continued our passionate stare.
"My inexperience makes me hesitant about everything. Whether it’s the right time to speak, to dance, to hold your hand, or even kiss you." His husky voice sent shivers through me. "I've never loved a girl like this. Where the mere sight of you makes it hard to think. When you walk into any room, whether it be the living room or a vast ballroom like this, my world seems to stop as I take in every inch of your beauty. You're the first to make my heart skip. The first to treat me like a normal shifter regardless of what you discovered during our entrance mission, and thanks to you, I've found friends who get me. You're like the light I always needed in my life."
He didn't let me answer as his lips sealed mine.
It felt like the world had stilled and the music had faded away, leaving only the raw emotion between us thrumming through the atmosphere.
I couldn't care less that we'd stopped dancing, as all the emotion poured into this deep kiss that seemed to light me on fire from the inside.
My mind wanted more. To listen to his soft-spoken words and enjoy his hands along my bare skin.
He released my lips and pressed his forehead against mine, the two of us catching our breath.
"Can we go somewhere?"
"Would your apartment be close by?" I questioned.
"Yeah. Not too far by motorbike," Yuriel replied breathlessly.
I bit my lip to hide my knowing smile, but the sparkle in those navy blue eyes of Yuriel's told me he realized where my thoughts were headed.
"Let's go," he encouraged.
With one last kiss, we pulled apart only for me to wrap my arm around his as he escorted me off the dance floor and toward the exit.
28
First For The Both Of Us
Yuriel pressed the black card against the side scanner; the click of the door unlocking echoed in the quiet hall of the private apartment complex.
The apartment Yuriel owned was in one of the top five buildings in this area, with a soundproof interior and many extra benefits like access to unique services and places nearby.
I was both excited and nervous, unsure how all of this would go. Callister wasn't the best when it came to sex.
Let's be real. He focused on his own fulfillment and not his partner’s.
Sex with him was really a pain, had no real emotional connection, and wasn’t all that pleasurable, aside from the few times he was able to make me cum.
This opportunity to have sex with someone new had me aching in anticipation.
Yuriel opened the door, ushering me in. As I walked in, he snapped his fingers, and the lights came on at a dim level.
Yuriel closed the door and helped me take his coat off my shoulders. He'd placed it on me before we left, to keep me warm.
I thanked him for his kind gesture, but my eyes were focused on how simple and clean his apartment was. I wondered if it was an angel thing, because even at our home in the school, Yuriel was the neatest.
His place wasn't as small as I expected, and even with its simplistic appearance, was decorated nicely with black and white furniture and art pieces. It was well-balanced, bringing out a light and darkness vibe.
I wasn't sure if the theme was based on his dual nature of regular angel/fallen angel, but the combination complemented the space, creating a serene environment.
"Your place is nice, Yuriel," I whispered in awe.
"Thanks. It wasn't like this before, but I wanted to make it look more livable," he admitted. He increased the light, but not to glaring brightness.
We stood in the middle of the room, and Yuriel began to fidget. "I...don't really know what else to say," he mumbled.
His shy behavior brought a realization to my mind.
Hold on.
"Have you never done it with a girl before?" I asked.
His face went scorching red, and he glanced away from my shocked gaze. "I wasn't into girls before."
"Were you into boys?" I asked.
"No," he replied. "I wasn't into anyone. Up until recently, I never was intrigued by anyone."
He removed his hair tie, allowing his long tresses to fal
l. "I know. It's embarrassing."
"No, it's not." I walked up to him and slipped my hand in his. "Why don't we approach this differently?"
"What do you have in mind?" He looked curious about my plans. I snapped my fingers and our elegant clothes were replaced with casual clothes from home.
I now had pink shorts and a white tank top on, while he wore white shorts and a black T-shirt. He stared at his appearance for a few moments, lifting his gaze to reveal how lost he was.
"I'm not following."
"Let's just chill," I concluded.
"Chill?" he repeated.
"Yeah. Let's do something fun. Something you'd do if you invited over a friend,” I suggested.
"Um..." Yuriel thought about it. "What if you don't like what I like?"
"You won't know until you tell me." I winked. He looked nervous, but a tiny smile graced his lips.
"Have you ever played chess?"
"I have," I replied. "It took me a while to learn."
"There's this new type of chess where the pieces are shifter monsters and come to life when you start. I've always wanted to try it, but my brother sucks at chess."
"Let's try it then." I clapped my hands. "Just to warn you, I'm rather competitive."
"Me too." His smile widened, and his nervous expression faded. "Want something to snack on?"
"Is it weird to have popcorn?"
"Not at all. I actually have some."
"Popcorn and magic monster chess. Perfect combo!"
He chuckled, moving to the kitchen cabinets to get a packet of popcorn. I walked over to where he stood, watching him remove the plastic and look at the instructions.
"Have you had popcorn before?"
"Yes, but my family used to make it. It would cheer me up when I was in a down mood," Yuriel confessed. "Seems like I'm doing all my firsts with you."
I gave him a back hug. "It feels nice though, right?"
Yuriel paused in reading the packet, placing it on the counter and turning to face me. "Yes," he admitted. "It's not as scary."
"Trying new things shouldn't be scary," I whispered. "I know that's what it feels like. A nervous feeling revolving around making mistakes or looking bad in front of others. Making mistakes while learning things is what triggers fear. Not the actual action itself."
He lifted his hand to run it through my curly hair, trailing his fingertips down my back.
"Is acting on what my body wants bad? Is it a mistake to want to do certain things...actions that you can't do in public without consequences?"
"It depends what the action is," I whispered, slipping my hands beneath his shirt. I moved along his abs just slightly to make my point.
"For example, placing my hands on your abs like this. I've wanted to feel the heat of your body since our dance, but it's not something I can do in public. Now that we're alone, I can. It's not a mistake, but something that brings me pleasure...and hopefully is fine with you."
"I...like the feel of your hands there," he whispered, leaning toward me. His hands were on the sides of my waist but slowly slid lower to my hips.
"Silver," he whispered, his lips barely touching mine while his once-moving hands paused. "Do you have certain triggers?"
It was an interesting question. No one had ever asked me that.
"I freeze up when something brushes the side of my thighs. I know you won't hurt me, I just flinch from the movement. An automatic response."
He nodded slightly, moving his hands to that exact spot. My breath hitched, and I closed my eyes for a moment to calm down.
"I won't hurt you, Silver. I'll never do anything you don't want me to do," Yuriel's hot breath whispered against my ear.
He pulled me into a hug, and I pressed myself against him.
"I know. See? This is scary, but to me, it's not because of the touch, but the fear of being judged for my involuntary reaction."
He pulled back and smiled, a flood of understanding glistening in his navy blue orbs.
"I get it," he whispered.
This time when he leaned in, he pressed his smooth lips against mine.
He moved us so my back pressed against the counter and his hands returned to a spot just above my hips.
Our lips moved of their own accord, our kisses growing in depth and passion as we gasped and moaned at our intimacy.
All of this was so different. The way my body responded to his kisses made it hard to think straight. He held me tenderly while his lips dominated my mouth in growing desire.
The palpable tension between us was electrifying, and it seemed to make my urge for more grow with little patience.
Before I knew it, I was lifting his shirt up, breaking our kiss to completely remove the black fabric over his head and arms.
He didn't hesitate to lift my shirt off, too, leaving me in my pink shorts and white bra. We kissed again, but the urgency in our union was undeniable as our hands roamed along each other's feverish skin.
One minute I was pressed against the counter with Yuriel's groin firmly against my lower region, and the next I was sitting on the countertop with my legs wrapped around his waist.
He moaned against my mouth, while his hips moved against me. The motion was making me wet, while my pussy throbbed.
We were breathing hard, trying to maintain our heated kiss, but the urge to gasp for air was stronger, as the two of us pulled back to catch our breaths.
Our eyes locked, and his lustful gaze darkened as his hands moved from my waist to my ass. I moved to press my lips against the side of his neck and was rewarded with a hefty moan.
"Silver," he breathed. "I...don't want to stop,” he admitted.
Pulling back, I kept my hold around his neck, waiting for his gaze to lower to mine.
When it did, I whispered, "Then don't."
Crushing his lips with mine, I hoped my intentions were clear. That I wanted us to go the next mile and not hold back.
He lifted me up with ease, carrying me straight to the bedroom while we made out. Adrenaline coursed through me as we worked on removing the remainder of our clothes.
I wasn't in the mood for foreplay or my body to be slowly relished. I simply wanted the ache between my legs to be relieved, and only Yuriel's cock could do that.
We were both naked, and my eyes gravitated to the large rod between his legs. He maneuvered himself until the tip of his cock was gathering my wetness. He paused for a second, and I arched an eyebrow at him.
"Please tell me you know what hole to put that in," I teased.
"I-I do," he stuttered, but I couldn't fight the snicker that escaped my lips.
"Why are you stuttering?" I was fighting not to laugh, but his expression alone was as if someone had just caught him masturbating.
"It's just...this is so different from porn," he muttered.
I gawked at him before I burst into laughter. "What kind of porn are you watching? Please don't tell me the long, over-exaggerated ones where it takes them forty-five minutes before getting some real action."
Here we were, butt naked and about to have sex and my poor Yuriel was thinking about how fast the process was.
"I mean. I thought...ugh. Be lucky you're hot as fuck naked or I would have walked away," he grumbled, but I laughed even harder.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my sexy angel. I just find this utterly hilarious! After this, I'll show you the really good porn. You'll be an expert in twenty-four hours," I encouraged.
He groaned. "This is awkward."
I tried to reply, but he slid his cock in in one smooth movement, cutting my laugher off as I gasped and moaned.
"Holy crap. You gotta warn a girl when you're going to be slick like that."
He leaned down and smothered my mouth with his lips. "It's not slick if I warn you about it," he growled against my lips. "And that's payback for laughing at me."
"Admit it. That was amusing," I purred. "And I'm glad my body appeases you."
He stared into my eyes for a long moment. "You don't real
ize how beautiful you really are." He kissed my lips tenderly, stopping me from questioning his words.
Then he began to move, and my eyes fluttered closed as I moaned into his mouth. All I had to focus on was the pleasure our rhythmic movements were bringing.
I'm sure Yuriel felt the same, allowing his body to guide him through this sensual unity.
It was the first time I'd felt this emotional connection. To somehow feel Yuriel’s compassion and love for me through our bodies’ movements. Our moans and heavy breathing brought me validation and opened a box of emotions I'd thought I'd sealed up years ago.
Each thrust contributed to the growing pleasure inside me. Our pace was even at first, but now as the urge to climax grew stronger, Yuriel increased his pace while I moved my hips to meet his rapid thrusts.
"Faster, Yuriel. Harder. Oh, god...harder!" I demanded. We were both panting and the swell of his cock inside me made everything more pleasurable.
"Silver...oh...shit," he swore, feeling the tightness as my pussy fluttered around his throbbing cock. He leaned back so his hands glided down my sides and gripped my legs.
He then picked up the pace, keeping me still as he fucked me hard and fast. The change in pace sent me into overdrive, my moans and pleading words a jumbled mess as I came closer and closer to climaxing.
"Yes, Yuriel. Oh. Ah...don't stop!" I screamed.
"Keep begging, Silver. Tell me how much you want this."
"I want this. All of this. Keep...doing that...god! I'm gonna..." I trailed off, having to clench his white sheets as I braced myself for the wave of rushing ecstasy that was on the verge of crashing through me.
"Cum, Silver. Let me hear you moan and scream," Yuriel spoke through gritted teeth, sounding as though he was on the edge of his own climax.
"Yuriel!" I screamed, reaching the brink.
"Silver!" he groaned loudly, filling me entirely as his cock sank in all the way, undoing the last bit of restraint I had.
My climax slammed through me, sending me into a pleasurable bliss. My body was frozen while I felt Yuriel's release fill me. He slowly pulled out when he was finished, collapsing next to me as we fought to breathe.
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