My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205: His Question

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Chapter 205

~Xade’s POV~

At first, I froze. My breath caught mid-motion, my thoughts suspended like glass on the edge of shattering.

My heart thundered against my ribs, confusion flooding me. But I didn’t move.

Dristan’s lips were soft but firm, moving gently, like he was asking permission on my lips with every second that passed.

And the warmth...

God.

I had almost forgotten what warmth felt like.

On instinct, my hands pressed against his chest—not to push him away, but to steady myself and my knees from giving way-but Dristan didn’t stop.

His mouth molded to mine with a kind of urgency that was quiet but consuming, like he’d waited too long and could wait no longer.

And I responded.

God help me, I did. I pressed into him, fingers curling in the collar of his suit, anchoring myself to the fire building between us.

His body was solid, warm, and maddeningly close.

My lips parted, and he took the invitation like instinct, deepening the kiss. His tongue swept against mine, slowly coursing me and drawing me in, and it worked.

Soon our lips moved, our tongues wrestled slowly, coaxing out a soft gasp I didn’t know I was holding.

I felt the ache bloom low in my stomach, sharp and sudden, like striking flint.

His hand slid to my waist, and then lower, anchoring there with a grip that made heat pulse between my legs. My body betrayed me as my hips tilted into him, breath growing shallow.

I didn’t care.

Right now, I don’t care if anyone is watching us or recording us. All I cared about was the heat building in my stomach and down.

Astra did a loud cheer, and way better than Brielle and her cheerleaders ever could do.

"Way to go, Valerie! Tame the untamable heirs. Go, Valerie! Go!" she chanted nonstop. "Kiss him, oh Valerie, we need to move and take this deeper."

I resisted the urge to laugh and focused on the moment. How could I not when he kissed like he meant to leave marks on my soul, and I wanted him to?

"Tell me to stop," Dristan breathed against my lips, but I didn’t.

I couldn’t as I caught my breath, my eyes still half-lidded, my vision and attention focused on him as I slid a hand up into his hair.

My gaze flicked down to his lips. That, and my silence, were all the permission he needed, and he took it.

His hand on my waist reached behind me and turned on the doorknob. It pushed open, and we stepped into the room, our mouths still entwined, using just our senses for direction.

Bang!

The sound made me giggle as the door closed and Dristan led us deeper into the room.

Dristan’s hands moved, brushing the fabric at my shoulder, fingers skimming the bare skin he uncovered inch by inch.

I shivered not from cold, but the anticipation he crafted with every slow, reverent touch.

His mouth never left mine as his hand trailed to my jacket and took it off easily. He found the small zipper at the back of my top and paused.

I opened my eyes when I noticed his hesitation and locked onto his. I gave him a barely perceptible nod.

The sound of it unzipping was thunder in the silence between us.

Not like he needed it when ripping my top off would be a piece of cake, but the fact that he asked alone made Astra purr in delight.

The tension between my legs surged—heat, need, a pulse I could feel now. My top loosened, and Dristan’s hand feasted on the hem.

In one slow move, he gently pulled them off my head.

His knuckles brushed along my spine as he guided it up, and my skin erupted in goosebumps, nipples tightening in the sudden exposure.

Dristan drew back just enough to look at me—fully, braless, breathless—and I saw the change in his eyes.

Pure hunger, yes, but also awe.

It wasn’t due to pain. It was never pain, only the unbearable pleasure of being seen, touched, and wanted without shame. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

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