Semua Bab A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath: Bab 61 - Bab 70

AlexeiI reach blindly for the pot of lubricant I stashed in here earlier today. I can’t take my eyes off Kieran. Not when he’s lying here looking like he should be painted. Like a masterpiece of sensual delight.He’s relaxed, but still eager. His eyes track my movements hungrily and my cock gives another sharp throb. Reminding me he’s been waiting quite some time for this and could I kindly get the fuck on with it. Kieran tenses up when my index finger slowly starts circling his ring. He’s still damp from my tongue, and remembering the sounds he made while I was eating him makes my body react sharply. He tastes so good, I want him falli

AlexeiThe last few days have been a revelation.Our arrangement is in full, glorious swing. The just sex contract is the most brilliant, transparently doomed to failure, ridiculously hot excuse Kieran’s beautiful, over-thinking brain could have possibly invented.There’s no more panic. No more flinching. No more running. No more kicking me out of his bed in the morning. He more than just accepts it. My sweet Kieran is a bit of a slut, with an insatiable appetite.Of course he hasn’t completely given up on playing pretend

KieranThe Great Hall is loud, and for the first time in my life, I love the sound.It’s been a few weeks since the victory at the tunnels, and the mood in Silvercrest has transformed. The oppressive, whispering fear of my father’s rule is gone, replaced by a rowdy, optimistic, and frankly chaotic energy. The pack is celebrating. They feel safe. They feel victorious. They feel valued.I’m sitti

KieranMy world, for a solid five seconds, consists of three things. The hard, unyielding wood of my own desk pressing into my back, the shocking, possessive heat of Alexei’s hand print still burning on my chest, and the sound of Eli’s delighted, musical purr.“My, my. And what exactly

KieranI wake up in pieces.My first coherent thought is that I’m sore. Not just the dull, muscular ache I usually feel in the mornings now. This is a deep, specific, intimate soreness. My throat is raw, my hips feel bruised, and my ass is on fire.I’m face-down in the pillow, breathing in leather, heat, and the raw, unmistakable scent of sex. A heavy, possessive weight is slung over the back of my thighs, pinning me to the mattress.Alexei.It al