My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Take What You Want

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Chapter 90

~Author’s POV~

Lucie hesitated only a second before obeying, walking toward him in small calculated steps until she stood directly in front of where he lounged.

"One glance around," he said softly, his gaze sweeping the room. The chandelier above them flickered with enchantment; no one stirred beyond the velvet-draped walls.

Kieran dropped his legs from the chaise, spreading them wider with deliberate care, offering her a silent, dangerous invitation as if granting access—but more than that, giving her a choice.

He tilted his head, his golden ring catching the light as he gestured loosely. "Kneel."

The silence between them was electric. Lucie’s breath hitched, her lips parted slightly, as if to protest, but she didn’t.

With a graceful sweep of movement, she set the tablet aside and lowered herself between his legs, her dark eyes lifting to meet his, seeking the final permission she knew she didn’t even have to ask for.

Kieran studied her as his smile deepened, dark and slow. He leaned back, legs parting slightly again.

"Take what you want," he offered, more like commanded, but Lucie didn’t seem to care. She was used to this by now.

Lucie didn’t move right away. Her gaze flickered across his face, his throat, and the open collar of his shirt. She exhaled, slow and shaking, and for a brief moment something raw passed between them.

"What I want," she said quietly, "is to be seen. Not used."

Kieran’s smile faltered.

For once, he didn’t have a clever response.

And for the first time in a long while, he looked at Lucie—not as his assistant, not as his possession—but as a woman who had been at his side longer than anyone else. Loyal. Sharp. And not nearly as untouched as he had liked to believe.

"Lucie?" he called her name, breaking her from whatever spellbound thought she was in.

She looked up, blinking. When Kieran arched a brow, silently asking if she didn’t want it, Lucie’s hands moved carefully, reverently, as if unwrapping a gift she wasn’t sure she deserved.

Her fingers slid along his belt, unhooking it with a flick, before reaching for the zipper, pulling it down with a soft, metallic whisper.

All the while, Kieran watched her.

He had already stretched his senses outward before summoning her—there were no threats nearby.

No footsteps in the hall. No prying eyes.

His parents were away on political business, his sister in the northern estates. The servants knew better than to interrupt when the doors were sealed.

They were alone.

And Kieran Killian never did anything by accident.

As Lucie worked, her hands trembling ever so slightly as her fingers gently stroked the length of his cock. Kieran let his head drop back against the chaise, a low sound vibrating from his throat—a dark, satisfied hum.

When she finally looked up at him through her lashes, her hands still resting lightly against his thighs, Kieran met her gaze with a lazy, approving smirk.

"Good girl," he said softly.

Lucie’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away.

In fact, her gaze only grew sharper, more determined, as if the praise were the spark she needed to ignite something within her.

And then, without a word, she lowered her mouth.

Her tongue found the base of his shaft first, a soft, tentative stroke before moving to the tip, swirling around it in a way that made Kieran’s jaw clench, his lips parting on a silent sigh.

His head spun, his muscles tensing as she pushed him closer and closer to the edge, until he couldn’t hold back anymore. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

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