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Chapter 91
~Valerie’s POV~
NB: You can skip the Chapter. It won’t take much from the story; it will just give you insight into Kieran and Lucie’s relationship, which would help future character growth.
Lucie blinked, taken aback, but didn’t argue.
Her hands found the hem of her blouse, tugging it up and over her head, revealing the simple, white bra underneath.
Her pants came next, unzipped and shimmied off, revealing the matching panties and toned, pale legs.
Once they were off, Kieran gestured to the chaise, his tone casual, as if he were giving her instructions on which color of tie would best suit his outfit.
"Sit," he said. She lowered herself onto the velvet cushions, the material cool against her bare skin. Her eyes never left him. "Good girl," he repeated, his voice a low purr.
Kieran shifted closer, leaning forward, one hand cupping her chin, the other sliding down her neck, tracing a slow path down her chest, past her breasts, along her stomach, until his fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down.
Lucie’s breath caught, her thighs squeezing together, her body trembling with anticipation but Kieran didn’t rush. Instead, he took his time.
He stroked her, savoured her, watched the way her face twisted with pleasure, her eyelids fluttering, her mouth parting on a moan.
"Beautiful," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her jaw.
Lucie’s hands curled into fists, clutching at the cushion.
"Kieran," she gasped, her back arching.
"I’ve got you," he murmured, his hand slipping between her thighs, his fingers finding the spot that made her whole body jolt.
"Oh gods," she breathed.
"Yes," he growled.
He kept going, teasing her, building her up until her entire body was shaking, her skin slick with sweat, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
"You’re close," he said, his lips brushing her ear. "So fucking close. Come for me."
Lucie didn’t need to be told twice.
She fell apart under his touch, her body convulsing, her eyes squeezing shut, a cry escaping her throat.
And when it was over, when she finally came back to her senses, Kieran’s hands were still on her.
Stroking her, soothing her.
"That’s my girl," he murmured, his voice low, soothing. "My good girl."
Lucie opened her eyes, her breath steadying, her cheeks flushed.
"You still jealous?"
She bit her inner lips when she realised that he knew she was jealous and lowered her gaze. "I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice raw.
"Don’t apologise. You deserve this." He traced a finger along her jaw, his expression unreadable.
He leaned closer, his eyes burning into hers, his scent flooding her senses. "Do you want to please me, Lucie?"
Lucie nodded, swallowing thickly. "Yes, Alpha," she breathed.
"Then listen and obey."
His hand drifted down to her neck, fingers tightening ever so slightly, a warning.
Lucie shuddered in anticipation. "Y-yes, Alpha."
He held her gaze, his expression fierce and focused. "Good girl."
Then, he let go of her, stepping back.
"Now stand." Lucie did as she was told. She rose, standing before him, her bare body exposed, her chest rising and falling. "Turn around." She turned. "Bend over."
Her heart was racing, her skin prickling, but she didn’t hesitate. She bent, her hands on the back of the chaise, her head down, her body on display.
"Perfect." Kieran stepped forward, his hand running up the length of her spine, his fingers brushing the nape of her neck.
His other hand drifted down, cupping her ass, squeezing, his fingertips digging in, sending a shiver through her.
"Do you want this, Lucie?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
"Yes," she breathed.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Alpha," she said.
"Say it," he commanded, his grip tightening.
"I want you to fuck me."
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