Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories} のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

CHAPTER 6JEREMIAHThe wedding hall was a cathedral of money and power.Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls. White orchids spilled from every surface. The air smelled of lilies and old wealth. Men in bespoke suits and women in diamonds moved through the space with the quiet confidence of people who had never been told no.I stood near the back wall of the bridal suite corridor, arms folded, gun hidden beneath my jacket, eyes fixed on the closed door twenty feet away. My station. My job. Watch her. Protect her. Deliver her to another man.What a fucking joke my life had become.Inside that room, Lily was being laced into the dress she would wear when she promised herself to Alfred Green.I had not slept. Not after last night. Not after this morning. My body still carried the scent of her skin, the taste of her tears, the heat of her around me. My knuckles were bruised from gripping her hips too hard. My throat was raw from whispering threats and confessi

CHAPTER 7 JEREMIAH The wedding hall was a cathedral of money and power. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls. White orchids spilled from every surface. The air smelled of lilies and old wealth. Men in bespoke suits and women in diamonds moved through the space with the quiet confidence of people who had never been told no. I stood near the back wall of the bridal suite corridor, arms folded, gun hidden beneath my jacket, eyes fixed on the closed door twenty feet away. My station. My job. Watch her. Protect her. Deliver her to another man. What a fucking joke my life had become. Inside that room, Lily was being laced into the dress she would wear when she promised herself to Alfred Green. I had not slept. Not after last night. Not after this morning. My body still carried the scent of her skin, the taste of her tears, the heat of her around me. My knuckles were bruised from gripping her hips too hard. My throat was raw from whispering threats and c

EIRIK He should have been looking at her. He should never have taken his gaze off her.The thought pressed against my chest the entire ceremony, sharp and relentless. Every time I lifted my eyes, every time the hall shifted or light caught the silver and white of Nova’s gown, I felt it again, Alaric’s gaze slipping away from her, returning to me as if drawn by something neither of us could name. Not on Nova. Not on the woman he had been forced to marry. His eyes always found me. Always. And I hated myself for it, hated how my heart clenched with every glance.I stood where I was expected, close enough to support him, far enough to be invisible.Future Beta. Adopted son. Brother. His shadow.I had worn those titles for so long that they should have felt like skin. Instead, they pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. Every time Alaric’s eyes fell on me, my chest twisted, a pang that was sharp and constant. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to turn away, to do the right thing, t

EIRIK He should have been looking at her. He should never have taken his gaze off her. The thought pressed against my chest the entire ceremony, sharp and relentless. Every time I lifted my eyes, every time the hall shifted or light caught the silver and white of Nova’s gown, I felt it again, Alaric’s gaze slipping away from her, returning to me as if drawn by something neither of us could name. Not on Nova. Not on the woman he had been forced to marry. His eyes always found me. Always. And I hated myself for it, hated how my heart clenched with every glance. I stood where I was expected, close enough to support him, far enough to be invisible. Future Beta. Adopted son. Brother. His shadow. I had worn those titles for so long that they should have felt like skin. Instead, they pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. Every time Alaric’s eyes fell on me, my chest twisted, a pang that was sharp and constant. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to turn away, to do the right

ALARIC The music was soft, swelling through the room like it had been waiting for us. For us. The moment my hand brushed against Eirik’s, my chest clenched, and I realized how badly I had needed this—the warmth of him, the safety of him, the small defiance of touching him when the world demanded I stop.I took his hand in mine, careful, hesitant. But when his fingers closed around mine, the restraint that had kept me in line for hours broke. I wanted to pull him close, to feel him against me, to drown in the solid weight of his presence.“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, low and sharp, though his hand didn’t move from mine.“Gods, you shouldn’t be here, Alaric,” he said again, voice cracking slightly despite himself.I let out a short laugh, trying to steady the storm roaring inside me. “Where else should I be if not here?”His eyes softened, then hardened, as if he was arguing silently with himself. “I don’t know… Perhaps the king’s hall. Your bride must be there, probably waiti