CHAPTER 298: CHAPTER 298: FROT AND FIRE, WHISPERS AND HEAT

~Zayn’s POV~

When I returned upstairs, Evric and our cat, Liam, were tangled together in a sleepy embrace. Liam must have woken up, and even through his exhaustion, Evric had managed to soothe him back to sleep, before dozing off with him.

Liam was nestled under Evric’s arm, his tiny body rising and falling with Evric’s slow, steady breathing. Evric’s other hand rested lightly on Liam’s back, instinctive and protective even in sleep. The sight hit me so hard I couldn’t resist; I reached for my phone. I took photos from every angle I could manage, then carefully eased onto the edge of the bed to capture a shot of all three of us together. When I finally had enough pictures to fill an album, I glanced at Evric and decided he deserved a little reward.

I moved quietly to Evric’s side of the bed, leaning in until my lips were almost brushing his ear. My voice dropped into a low, playful whisper, thick with mischief and desire.

"Daddy... wake up... come fuck me."

I said it teasingly, never expecting an answer-just wanting to tease him a little.

But the effect was instant.

Evric’s eyes flew open, his gaze locking onto mine in sharp, stunned clarity. For a second, he just stared, as if his sleepy brain needed confirmation of what he’d heard. I gave him a slow, sinful smile... and nodded, confirming his glorious thought.

A wide, slow smile spread across his face.

"I thought you were deep in sleep," I whispered, teasing him.

He gently shook his head. "It’s impossible to ignore what you just asked of me," he replied, his voice husky with immediate arousal.

I giggled softly, and he carefully shifted Liam and the cat so they could sleep undisturbed. The bed was huge, so after building a cozy fortress of pillows around Liam, Evric reached for me and pulled me onto his chest. He kissed me slowly, warmly, then murmured against my lips, "Why did you take so long?"

Before I could answer, he leaned in closer as if about to share a secret, his breath brushing my ear. "What did Evans say to you?" he whispered, sounding like he was ready to gossip.

I laughed. "I never knew you liked being nosy."

He pouted his voice soft and needy. "Please, baby... tell me."

"It’s nothing serious," I said. "He just asked about Nantam."

Evric sighed, almost amused. "I knew that’s exactly what he was going to ask."

I traced my fingers along his jaw. "So what do you think about Evans and Nantam being... whatever they’re becoming?"

He shrugged lightly, his hands roaming my back. "I don’t have a problem with it."

"What about your father?" I pressed.

Evric’s expression softened with honesty. "Father doesn’t like to go against Evans too much, not when it comes to things he truly wants. The last time he did, it took years for Evans to come home again. If he interferes now, who knows, Evans might never come back at all. And... Father trusts Evans’ choices. Evans is smart. Even if it ends badly, he can handle himself."

He paused, eyes searching mine. "Unlike me... but now I’m better."

I looked at him closely. "So are you saying that if we don’t end up together, you will—"

He didn’t let me finish. His lips crashed into mine, swallowing my words before they even left my tongue. The kiss was deep, certain, almost fierce, like he was answering the question with his mouth instead of letting me speak it. When he finally broke away, he stayed close, his breath warm against my lips as he whispered, "Don’t ever think that. With you, it’s forever."

Then he kissed me again, hot, consuming, a kiss that wasn’t just desire but a whole confession. Our mouths moved together in a slow burn of romance and desperate need, our kiss becoming its own conversation.

Evric moved his hand beneath my nightwear and found me, grabbing my cock firmly. The contact was electric. "Baby, I’m not going inside you tonight," he whispered against my lips, his voice husky. "We’re just going to frot. But babe," he warned, his eyes dark with intensity, "you have to lower your voice."

"I will try," I breathed back, already struggling to contain the heat building inside me.

He gently drew down our nightwear until our cocks met, skin to skin. We started grinding, slowly at first, syncing the intimate rhythm.

Then, with a gentle strength, Evric lifted me slightly and spread my legs. He positioned his hardening cock right between my thighs, pulled my legs closed around his cock, and instructed, "Tighten your thighs, Zayn. Squeeze."

Then he started humping me, his movements deep and deliberate. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the noise, but I could hear his muffled moans: "Baby... yes. I love this."

I responded instantly, my hips moving against his in a frantic, silent rhythm. His hands gripped me tight, urging me faster towards his climax. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the intense pressure and friction.

Evric then grabbed my ass, pulling my hips into the perfect angle to maximize the contact. I couldn’t help but moan, a low, strangled sound, because we hadn’t explored this specific angle of frotting before, and it felt incredible.

We couldn’t moan loudly; the fear of waking Liam was a constant, thrilling restraint. But Evric was shaking hard. The friction and the pressure were sending him exactly where he needed to go. With a final surge, he let out a choked sound, reaching his climax. His body vibrated over mine as he ejaculated, spilling his hot load between my thighs.

I followed him instantly, my own load shooting out and spilling warm across both our bellies.

That was incredible. We collapsed onto each other, panting, breathing hard, our hearts hammering in unison against the silence.

"Let’s do this again," I murmured, my voice thick. "When it’s just us, and we can really be ourselves."

Evric smiled, a slow, beautiful, satisfied curve of his lips. "You liked it?"

"Baby, I don’t just like it," I whispered, pressing my face into his neck. "I love it." I pulled back to look at him. "Look at you. Cumming, shaking, your whole body vibrating over mine. I love seeing you like that."

He grinned wickedly. "I want more."

"Oh, we are definitely doing this again," I promised. "But not now."

Just then, the mattress rustled beside us. Liam stirred.