《My Fiancé’s Alpha Father Wants Me》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅ Nothing in my life had ever felt as primal — or as perfect — as this. Having Blair’s mouth wrapped around me was like being consumed by a beautiful, living fire. Every muscle in my body was drawn tight, vibrating with a tension that felt like a bowstring on the verge of snapping. I watched her through half-lidded eyes, mesmerised by the sight of her lips stretching to take me in, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled with a slow, teasing pace. Each time she took me deep, I felt the velvet heat of her throat tighten around the head of my cock — a sensation so sharp it bordered on pain. I was going to give her everything I’d promised. I wanted to see her covered in me, to paint her skin with the proof of my release, and then taste every drop of it back off her tongue. It was pure torture when she tried to pull away. The sudden loss of that wet heat sent my pulse slamming against my ribs, just as the first tremors of my climax rolled through my hips. My blo

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I leaned my weight entirely against him, feeling completely shattered and remade, just like I had on our very first night. We lay tangled together on top of the heavy oak, the cool wood a sharp contrast to our overheated skin. Zayn stroked my hair, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he paused, a low chuckle rumbling from his throat. “No... wait. The second best.” I lifted my head from his chest and shot him an unimpressed scowl. He laughed — a rich, genuine sound that melted my heart — and pulled me to press his lips to mine. “My best was our first night together, Rose.” He nuzzled the sensitive spot beneath my jaw, making me shiver. “Nothing compares to the moment I first claimed you.” A soft laugh escaped me. “Same with me,” I whispered, a warm smile touching my lips. What Zayn didn't know was that even though my stubborn pride had kept me from screaming his name aloud like he wanted, I had been cha

⋅ ⋅ ♔ Alpha Zayn Kai ♔ ⋅ ⋅I watched as Meera finished rattling off our orders to the waitress, then leaned back in her chair with a smug, self-satisfied smile, looking as though she had secured exactly what she wanted. The waitress bowed and quickly retreated, leaving us in the heavy silence of the secluded dining alcove. “You see? I haven't forgotten a single thing about your tastes, Zayn,” she purred, tracing the rim of her crystal wine glass. I let out a dry chuckle, my hand coming up to lazily massage my jaw. “Or you simply noticed what I ate at the gala, Meera. You might be clever — I’ll give you that — but you will never manage to trick me.” Her smile didn’t fade; instead, it sharpened as her eyes narrowed with unsettling curiosity. “Perhaps. But what if I told you I know exactly what you were doing this afternoon? Getting a blowjob right underneath your desk. Who is the lucky girl, by the way?” My expression stayed unreadable, cold as stone, though a quiet current of d

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Ronan stormed into the bedroom, his breath uneven as he stepped forward, ready to intercept. “Let her go, Nolan! Right now!” ​“I am not going to allow her to disrespect me after rejecting me!” Nolan yelled, his grip loosening only a fraction as he glared at him. “Who the fuck does she think she is, coming into my room and spouting this absolute garbage?” ​“I am begging you, please let her go,” Ronan urged. For the first time since I had known him, his voice sounded genuinely panicked, a slight tremor breaking through his usual wall of steel. “We will both get into serious trouble if even a single thing happens to her. You have no idea what you're doing.” ​“Why should I care? No one can touch me! I am the son of the strongest Alpha—” Nolan sneered, but the words suddenly caught in his throat. He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening slightly as the harsh reality finally penetrated his thick skull. He seemed to suddenly remember exactly who ruled this h

⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ I snuck back to my parents' house early the next morning. To my relief, nobody grilled me. My mother just wrapped her arms around me in a tight, protective hug, choosing not to ask exactly where I was coming from — even though we both knew Cora hadn't returned yet. Her silent trust felt like a shield. I headed straight to my room to change. This time, I bypassed the dresses and pulled on a crisp, form-fitting polo shirt, tailored golf trousers, and a pair of sturdy sneakers. I wasn't getting ready to compete against an incompetent boy today; I was going out to challenge the absolute best. I had to look the part. I had to be completely ready. When I arrived at the country club later that morning, the grounds were far more crowded than usual. High-ranking members lazily sipped drinks on the veranda, but my eyes locked onto the green. Zayn and Nolan were already standing on the tee. Zayn adjusted Nolan’s grip on his driver, gesturing firmly to demonst