The Blood Contract-Chapter 104: Answer me

"What do you need my help with?" Lucian asked, his voice ragged as he lay flat on the bed, his bare chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

He shut his eyes, gripping onto the last sliver of his self-control as her voice washed over him, wrapping around him like silk. The mere sound of her just outside his door was enough to paint the most vivid image of her in his mind. And still... still, he continued the slow, torturous strokes over himself, fighting the beast clawing beneath his skin.

"It’s better you open the door so we can talk about it," Serena said, blurting the first thing that came to her mind.

In truth, she had no idea how to explain what was happening to her or how to tell him what she wanted. The heat simmering in her blood, the way her body trembled, it wasn’t something words could fix. But still, she tried. Tried to mask her intentions behind a paper-thin veil of conversation.

A smirk curved Lucian’s lips when he heard her. His eyes remained closed, though his grip tensed. Her desperate tone nearly broke his already faltering resolve.

"I don’t want to talk, Serena," he replied, his voice low and coated with need. "I don’t feel like talking. And I’m pretty sure you know exactly what I feel like doing right now. You also know that you don’t want to be in this room with me feeling that way."

He meant every word.

Lucian had never controlled himself this much in his entire life. Never had to. But tonight, locked underground with her, the bracelet’s influence burning through his system like wildfire, he was forced to fight an urge that felt too primal to contain. And she wasn’t making it any easier.

He wouldn’t even be trying to fight it if he had a condom with him or some form of protection. But he didn’t prepared for this, and as much as he trusted his pull out game, he didn’t want to risk it with her when he knew that she was ovulating at that very moment.

Serena gritted her teeth as she stood in front of his door, her resolve beginning to crumble under the weight of his refusal. Her fingers itched to turn the handle again, but the door had not budged earlier. Still, she stood there, unwilling to walk away.

"What are you doing?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, but Lucian still heard her.

He hesitated for a moment, surprised by her question. Then, calmly and without shame, he answered.

"I’m helping myself," he said, his tone unbothered. "And I suggest you go help yourself too."

Silence stretched between them for a beat and Lucian hope she would listen to him and just leave.

But Serena’s voice returned, quieter this time but far more dangerous. "I have a better suggestion." freewebnσvel.cѳm

Lucian’s brows drew together, his hand pausing mid-stroke. The heat in his body didn’t dull, but curiosity pierced through it like a knife. "What better suggestion?"

"I’ll help you," she said, "and you’ll help me in return."the boldness with which she said that shocked her but she was passed the point where she cared.

’What the hell are you doing?’ A part of her mind screamed at her, but she shoved it aside. She didn’t care. Not in that moment. The part of her that craved him, that wanted his hands on her, his body on hers, that part was louder. And it had taken the reins.

The air changed instantly. Something shifted in Lucian’s chest, something deep and dark and unmovable.

His eyes flew open. The tension in his jaw hardened, and for a second, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. Her words struck him like a match against gasoline. His hand froze.

That was it.

How was he supposed to keep resisting when she kept pushing, when she stood on the other side of that door sounding like temptation incarnate?

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his body tense, every muscle tight. He clenched his jaw as he walked to the door, jaw ticking with every step. His hand hovered at the lock for a second, his entire body thrumming with a storm of frustration, hunger, and need.

And then, click. He unlocked the door and pulled it open with a sudden force.

His breath caught the moment he saw her.

Serena stood there, her skin still glistening from the cold shower, her hair damp and sticking to the sides of her face and neck. A large towel clung to her frame, barely hiding the curves underneath. She was flushed, her chest rising and falling in shallow, anxious breaths, her lips parted as if she, too, had been holding back something too strong to name.

Lucian’s eyes darkened instantly.

He lost whatever thin thread of resistance he had left.

Why the hell was she clad in only a towel? he asked inside his head as his hunger tripled and his eyes devoured her from head to toe.

Serena stepped back slightly when he appeared before her. Her eyes dropped from his, too overwhelmed to keep up with the intensity burning in them. She let her gaze drift, across his bare chest, down the line of his abdomen, until it landed on the undeniable bulge in his shorts. Her eyes widened instantly, and she jerked her head away.

Mistake. She instantly admitted in her mind. Coming here had been a mistake. But what was she supposed to do now?

"You do realize there’s no Marlowe here to save you from me, right?" Lucian said, his voice barely restrained as he took one step out toward her.

Serena frowned, shaking her head slightly as she took another step back. "I only wanted to talk," she said.

Lucian didn’t believe a word of it. And he didn’t pretend to.

He paid her no mind. In a heartbeat, he closed the distance between them, and her breath caught in her throat. One of his hands wrapped around her waist, firm and unyielding, drawing her body toward his with a sharp tug that made her gasp. The other hand reached for her jaw, tipping her face up so she had no choice but to meet his eyes.

"No," he said, voice thick and low. "You didn’t want to talk. You said you wanted to help me, remember?"

Serena’s mouth parted, but no sound came out. Yes she had said that, but she didn’t even know what she was saying at that time.

"I’m willing to take your help," he continued, eyes flickering to her mouth as his grip tightened ever so slightly. "But I wonder..." His voice dropped lower, silkier, rougher. "If these pretty little lips of yours can suck my cock until morning."

Serena swallowed hard. Her knees weakened. She could feel the thrum of something wild pulsing through her core, hear the way his words echoed in her mind like they had rooted themselves inside her.

"Answer me," he growled. "Can you do that?"

"I... I don’t know," Serena stuttered, caught between fear and desire, unsure of what she had gotten herself into, even though, deep down, she wasn’t sure she regretted any of it. Not yet at least.

Lucian’s thumb moved from the edge of her jaw and went higher to pull at her lower lip gently, as if testing its softness. The motion sent a bolt of sensation rippling through her body.

"Do you know how to properly suck a cock?" he asked, already telling himself he would make do with that, since he couldn’t give himself the satisfaction of burying his entire length in her and banging her till she can’t take anymore.

At his question Serena shook her head before saying, "I don’t."

Lucian’s eyes locked onto hers, narrowing slightly as his first impression of her resurfaced in his head after her answer escaped her lips. So he decided to ask, his voice suddenly quieter but no less intense.

"Tell me... have you ever sucked any cock before?"

His words made her breath hitch. Her stomach twisted with nerves and heat. There was something about the way he asked that made it impossible to lie even if she wanted to.

But how was she supposed to lie in such a situation and about something like that?

"No," she whispered, lowering her eyes.

Lucian frowned, surprise momentarily flickering through his features. "No?" he repeated, almost in disbelief as if he hadn’t heard her even though he heard her correctly and clearly.

She shook her head in confirmation.

"Have you had sex before?" Lucian asked, lifting her jaw so she could look at him even though he could already see a frown had formed between her brows.

"Why are you asking me that? what does the answer have to do with anything?" Serena queried but Lucian wasn’t ready to let it go.

"Answer the question," he spoke with an unreadable expression and a tone that suggested he was extremely serious.

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