My Alphas' Dark Desires 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 . 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 , 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 and drawing 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 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! Ta 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 mont. How could I not when he kissed like he ant to leave marks on my soul, and I wanted him to?

"Tell 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 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 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 —fully, braless, breathless—and I saw the change in his eyes.

Pure hunger, yes, but also awe.

He didn’t speak as he guided back and into the bed. The soft mattress welcod our weight as Dristan hovered above .

And then his hands moved, and he touched.

His fingers ghosted up my ribs, thumbs skimming the undersides of my breasts, and I swore my knees nearly gave out.

Wetness pooled between my thighs, thick and I was so aware of it, the pressure, the ache.

He cupped gently, then brushed his thumbs over my hardened nipples, and I arched into him with a soft cry.

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

Dristan lowered his head and kissed the curve of my throat, slowly, yet it felt the hottest. He moved lower, his mouth finding the line of my collarbone, then the soft skin of my chest as his lips brushed just above where I wanted them.

Every part of trembled, my breath ragged as desire tightened like a coil inside , screaming for release.

"God, Valerie," Dristan murmured against my skin. "You feel like fire."

And I did. I was on fire, burning from the inside out. I moaned softly as my eyes locked with his again, the raw intensity in them making my core drip with my juices.

My fingers slid under the hem of his shirt, desperate for skin-to-skin contact. Dristan helped , pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.

And when our bare chests touched—skin on skin, heat on heat—I swear I almost lted.

His hand slipped behind my neck, and he kissed again, harder this ti, more primal, and with less permission this ti.

I moaned into his mouth, hips pressing against the undeniable hardness between his legs.

Dristan wanted , and I wanted him, drinks or not, heat or not, mate bond or not... I wanted him, wanted this.

And still he touched like he had ti—dragging his fingertips along my sides, down my back, and guiding every reaction like he was morising .

I was wet and throbbing as every brush of his fingers made it worse—much worse—but at the sa ti made it better.

"Dristan," I whispered, not even knowing what I was asking for.

But he seed to know.

Because he kissed down my chest again, lips warm against flushed skin, his hands holding firm as he mapped every tremble, every arch, every breathless gasp I gave him.

And still, he hadn’t undone the rest of my clothes; my skirt remained intact. He still hadn’t rushed the way the blood within him flowed.

I inhaled. I stared into his eyes, looking at how he wasn’t just touching but unravelling piece by piece.

Dristan leaned down, his lips ghosting over my nipple before clamping down on my breast and then back again. And just when I thought he was going to take my left nipple into his mouth... the sharp ring of my phone broke the tension.

I groaned, muttering curses as I reached for my phone at the back of my skirt, the vibration adding to my pleasure. I ignored it at first and urged Dristan to continue.

He did, but as soon as it ended, the call rang out again. I shut my eyes, took it out, and glared at the screen.

Isla’s na popped up.

My irritation grew as I ended the call, and I turned my phone off. I gave a small smile to Dristan, reached up, and kissed him hard on the lips.

"Continue."

But rather than doing so, Dristan smiled as he moved up, his hands brushing a lock of hair from my face.

His eyes shimred with sothing more than desire. "Valerie, I want to tell you sothing."

"Dristan, it can wait."

He shook his head. "No. I want to ask you a question."

I was tempted to protest and say sothing, but instead I shut up and let him finish.

Dristan’s smile brightened, but his face turned slightly serious the next second. "Valerie Nightshade, will you be my girlfriend, mine and only mine?"

I let out the breath I had no idea I had been holding, and for how long.

My eyes blinked as they burned from the fresh tears blurring my vision. I bit my lower lip, smiling at him.

"Dristan... I..."

The door slamd hard against the wall, followed by a sharp yell from the doorway.

"Valerie!" Our heads snapped to the door, with Dristan shielding my upper body as our gaze landed on Isla.

My anger returned, but I barely had ti to process it as her eyes raked over us and then on my face.

"Quick. Hurry. She’s been taken." My brows creased, and Isla paused when she saw I wasn’t following. "Silver... the Academy’s warriors... They’ve co for her. She’s been dragged back to the academy."