The Royal Alphas’ Captive Maid のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Melina's POVShe woke up sore.Not the kind of sore that came from overwork or a long shift. The specific kind that came from being taken hard on a cold floor by someone who knew exactly what they were doing and didn't ask permission first.Her thighs. Her hips where his hands had gripped. The tender ache between her legs that made her aware of her body in a way she hadn't been in weeks.She lay there for a moment staring at the ceiling of her room trying to remember how she'd gotten back here. Archer had walked her to the door. Said something she couldn't quite recall. She'd come inside. Locked it. Sat on the edge of the bed for twenty minutes before finally lying down.She hadn't slept well.Every time she closed her eyes she felt him again. His weight. His mouth. The way he'd looked at her afterward like he was memorizing something.She sat up slowly. Her notebook was on the nightstand where she'd left it. The route to the greenhouse still written in neat lines. The floodlights. Th

Then he went to work.Methodical. Precise. His tongue moving in patterns that made her unable to form coherent thoughts. He wasn't rushed. Wasn't frantic. He was solving her like she was a problem that required his complete attention.And he was very good at solving problems.Her hands gripped the edge of the desk. Her head fell back. She tried to stay quiet but the sounds kept slipping out anyway. Small gasps. Whimpers she couldn't control.He adjusted his approach based on her reactions. When she gasped louder he repeated the motion. When her thighs trembled he gentled his touch. When her breathing hitched he increased the pressure.He was learning her. Memorising her responses. Building a map.His tongue circled her clit. Once. Twice. Then sucked gently and she nearly came off the desk."Your Majesty.......""Not yet."He pulled back just enough to make her whimper at the loss. His finger traced her entrance. Teasing. Not entering."Please....""Please what, Sera.""Please I need..

"I don't...." She couldn't finish the sentence."You do." His hand moved to the button of her pants. Didn't open it yet. Just rested there. "You're going to tell me what you want. And then you're going to ask for it. And then you're going to beg for it."Her breathing was unsteady now. Completely unsteady."What if I don't want to beg?"His mouth curved. That smile that looked warm on the surface and wasn't. "Then we stop. And you go back to your room. And you spend the rest of the day thinking about what you could have had if you'd just asked."He leaned in. His mouth next to her ear. "So tell me, Sera. Do you want this?""Yes.""Yes what.""Yes I want this.""Want what. Be specific."Her face was burning now. "I want you to.....""Say it.""I want you to touch me.""Where."She couldn't say it.His hand moved from the button of her pants to her throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. Making her feel exactly how much control he had right now."Where, Sera.""Between my legs," she whispe

Melina's POVFive days.She'd lost five days.Melina sat on the edge of her bed at eleven PM staring at her notebook. The greenhouse route was still there in neat lines. East corridor. Second floor. Maintenance ledge. Garden wall. Ninety-three seconds.She hadn't looked at it in three days.Three entire days where the notebook had stayed closed in her bag while she'd been... what? Distracted? Occupied? Systematically dismantled by three men who touched her like they'd already decided she belonged to them?All of the above.She pressed her palms against her eyes. Tried to think through the fog that had settled over her brain sometime around day two.It had started in the kitchen.*****She'd shown up at six AM like Aiden.....like Alpha Aiden.....had asked.She'd heard Lucy correct herself twice when talking about the brothers. "Your Majesty" when it was formal. "Alpha Aiden," "Alpha Alaric," "Alpha Archer" when it wasn't. Never just their first names unless you were family.But they'd

Melina's POVThe kitchen was warm when she arrived at six AM.Aiden was already there. Shirtless as always. Two mugs of coffee on the counter. Eggs in the pan.He looked up when she came in. His dark eyes tracked over her face. Lingered."You're leaving today," he said. Not a question.She stopped in the doorway. "How did you...""Marcus told me." He turned back to the stove. Plated the eggs with efficient movements. "City errands.""Personal errands," she corrected quietly."Right." He set the plate in front of her usual chair. Poured her coffee. Added cream the way she liked it without asking. "Sit."She sat down on the chair.He sat across from her with his own plate. They ate in silence for a few minutes. His eyes on her the entire time."How long will you be gone?" he asked finally."All day. I'll be back by evening."He nodded slowly. Set his fork down. "Be careful.""It's just the city....""Be careful, Sera." His voice was firm now. Final. "The city isn't as safe as you think