My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132: More Than Thrice

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Chapter 132

~Valerie’s POV~

We stopped at the edge of the water where smooth stones made the shore glisten.

Dristan let go of my hand and stepped forward, crouching to pick up one of the stones.

He tossed it once between his fingers, then sent it skipping across the water with a flick of his wrist.

Three skips. Four.

I folded my arms over my chest, trying not to smile. "Show off."

He turned, a slow grin spreading across his face. "I’m multi-talented."

"I’ve noticed," I muttered, looking away before I said something dumber.

He stepped closer, and my breath hitched again.

Why did he always do that? One step and I was... off-balance.

"Valerie."

I glanced up.

His eyes weren’t playful anymore. They burned low—hot, molten gold flickering behind the icy blue.

"Let me in."

His words were quiet, making my chest tighten as I swallowed. "You already are, aren’t you?"

He shook his head. "Not fully. I want you. Not what the bond pulls. Not what your wolf wants. I want what you choose to give."

Dristan moved closer. Too close.

I didn’t back away. And when he cupped my cheek again, I let him.

His thumb brushed the edge of my jaw. He leaned in slowly, giving me time—time to push him away.

I didn’t.

I tilted my face up instead.

And this time... when he kissed me... It was soft.

Not rushed. Not desperate. Just... slow, like he was learning me through his mouth.

And gods... I let him.

My hands slid up his chest, curling into the collar of his shirt as his lips coaxed mine open again.

The kiss deepened—unhurried, sensual, filled with a hunger that simmered just under the surface.

He held me like I might break.

And for once, I didn’t want to be strong. I didn’t want to lead.

I just wanted to feel. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. Our breath was tangled. Our heartbeats were wild.

"Dristan..." I whispered.

His fingers traced a slow line down my spine.

"I’m not trying to claim you tonight. Or mark you. Or rush you. I just wanted you to know."

I leaned into his hand, his touch, letting his skin caress my cheeks, my voice quieter than a sigh. "I do, Dristan. I know."

I smiled at him, loving this moment and allowing myself to feel cherished like an idiot even though it went against all I said before.

For once. Just this once.

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The ride back was... quiet. Not uncomfortable, not cold. But heavy.

I sat in the passenger seat, my hoodie sleeves pulled halfway over my hands, fingers fidgeting idly with the hem of my hoodie while the road passed in silver flashes under the moonlight.

Dristan didn’t speak—and neither did I.

Dristan’s right hand rested close to the gearshift but never reached for mine.

I could feel him glancing at me.

Once. Twice.

I didn’t turn because if I did... I didn’t know what I’d say.

My chest still burned with the echo of his mouth on mine. The way he kissed me back there... it wasn’t just about desire.

It was the kind of kiss that unraveled the edges of whatever walls I’d built. One layer at a time.

The kind that makes you wonder what else you’ve been hiding from.

And that terrified me more than anything else because he had kissed me thrice, and I let him.

Worse... I wanted him to.

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