All Chapters of Cherish Me, Daddy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LUCEN'S POVSix months have passed, Between the silences and the small moments, something shifted. Not in a grand sweeping gesture, but in the way that there's progress in small steps, in the way the wind no longer seemed to carry Vulk’s low growls at every turn. Vulk’s voice still haunted the edges of my mind, but it faded, ceased when I chose to listen to my own heart instead.One evening, Eli stood by the doorway, his back to me, his shoulders slumped in a way that said he’d been carrying something heavy all day.“…what? Is there anything you want to say?” I asked, the authority in my voice a little too sharp.“I’ll be out for a bit,” he said shyly.“With who?” I asked, trying to keep my tone soft, but the edge of protectiveness slipped through.He raised an eyebrow. “…why do you sound like that?”“I don’t.” I snapped.“You do,” he corrected, a faint smile playing on his lips.Silence stretched between us, thick enough to feel like a rope.“…just tell me,” I pressed, a flicker of c

ELI'S POVThe first time Lucen kissed me like he meant to devour me, I should’ve known better than to let him. But that was the thing about hunger... once it took hold, reason didn’t stand a chance. Somehow I feel on the passion and genuineness of his kiss this time compared t his kiss when he loss himself during his rut."Luceeen," I murmured between the kisses.His mouth moved against mine with a kind of possessive desperation, lips parting just enough to let his tongue slide in deep, like he was searching for something he’d lost and was damn well going to find it in the back of my throat. "Lucen, Ohhh," I groaned into him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, knuckles pressing against the hard plane of his chest. The taste of him... whiskey and something darker, like burnt sugar—filled my head until I couldn’t think straight. His hands were everywhere, one tangled in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, pulling me flush against him. I could feel t

LUCEN'S POV My chest rose and fell in slow, heavy breaths, the sheets beneath me damp with exertion. Eli lay sprawled across me, his back pressed against my chest, his skin slick and warm. His breath hitched every now and then, like he was still trying to catch up to himself. I could feel the faint tremor in his muscles, the way his body still hummed from the last orgasm I’d wrung out of him. My fingers traced the marks I’d left on his skin... bite marks along his shoulder, darkening bruises where my grip had been too tight, the faint red lines where my nails had dug in. His ass was still slick with my cum, dripping slow and thick down his thighs. I didn’t bother wiping it away. I liked seeing it there, proof of what we’d done, proof of how many times I’d filled him. My cock twitched against his thigh, already stirring again, even though I’d just emptied myself inside him for the fourth time. ”Luceeen," Eli muttered. Eli’s head lolled back against my shoulder, his blond hair stick

ELI'S POVHalf an hour later I slipped into the dining hall, the long oak doors sighing shut behind me. The room was flooded with the golden wash of morning, a soft light that turned the polished silverware into mirrors and the polished marble floor into a river of glass. Lucen was already there, already seated, already waiting.The table was a tableau of excess. Platter after platter overflowed with delicacies I could barely name—pâtés that glistened like dark jewels, ribbons of smoked salmon that curled like sea‑serpents, mountains of buttery croissants that seemed to rise on their own.Bowls of steaming broth sat beside crystal goblets that caught the light and flared it back like tiny suns. It was more food than any banquet I’d ever witnessed, a feast meant for a king and his court, not for a single omega who had barely made it through the night.“…you’re late,” Lucen said, his voice low, a note of amusement threading through the words.“I’m not,” I replied automatically, the refl

LUCEN'S POVIrina’s hands moved with the practiced precision of a surgeon, the tape sliding over my shoulders, down my arms, across my chest. She was a Beta, an attendant... her position was clear, her tone polite. My body, however, was anything but polite.I barely registered the weight of the measuring tape against my skin. My focus had already shifted, a silent camera swiveling toward the only thing that mattered in the room... Eli.He stood a few steps away, I caught it immediately... an almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw, the subtle elevation of his shoulders as he tried to mask something. A flicker of jealousy burst through the periphery of my awareness, bright enough to catch my eye.Even a man who could recite the contractual clauses of our marriage with the cold efficiency of a ledger clerk could not fool his own body. We have both insisted... that this was nothing more than a contract, binding of assets and obligations. Yet his muscles whispered a different story, a