Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley) novel Chapter 558

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Eight 

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Eight 

“You can open your eyes now,” he assured me. 

But my eyes were squeezed shut, and I wasn’t sure I could open them even if I tried. It took a full minute before I finally managed to pry them open–and to my surprise, we were standing right in front of the familiar building, the one I now saw as home. 

“How…” I trailed off. I knew just how we got here. He ran. 

Daemon took me inside, straight up to his room, before placing me down on his bed. 

“Who were those people after you?” 

“My people.” He answered. 

“If they are your people, they shouldn’t be a threat, right?‘ 

He regarded me again. “The deal was for me to kill you that was the agreement. But now, you’re under my roof, and I can’t go through with it. They feel betrayed, disappointed. And if given the chance, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill you.” 

He took a strand of my silver hair between his fingers, his touch lingering. “I won’t let them hurt you,” he promised. 

“Thank you,” I said. 

“For what?” 

“For letting me glimpse the human world, for…” I thought about how electric it had felt when his fangs were deep inside my skin, then my thought shifted to the pure ecstasy I had felt when he was buried inside me, pounding into me so hard that I couldn’t feel anything else. Subconsciously, I clenched my thigh together; the pain I felt made me remember how real it was. “Thank you for everything.” I completed it, but those dark blue eyes remained on me almost like he could read what I wasn’t saying. 

“You, Aliya, gave me everything–and so much more,” he said, his gaze drifting to my neck. Since he had last fed on me, I didn’t think he had taken any more blood. I pulled down my shirt, an open invitation. “No… don’t tempt me.” 

“I know you want it.‘ 

“I do more than you could ever understand. I lust after it. But the last time, I had almost drained you, and you are still so weak.” 

“I can handle it,” I assured him, though I wasn’t sure if it was really me speaking—or the high, the craving for the pleasure his fangs brought. He gave in, just as I knew he would. He pulled off my shirt, and I let him. My upper body was bare before him. 

“There are so many places to drink from,” he whispered. “Some may offer less blood, but you’ll enjoy them much 

more.‘ 

His 

IT 

gaze drifted downward, stopping between my legs. A shiver ran through me—I had no idea what it would feel like to be bitten there. The curious part of me wanted to find out, but he cupped my breasts, and then, without warning, sank his fangs in. The pleasure struck so fast that barely registered the pain. My hands tangled in his hair as I moaned over and again. Despite how sore I was, I had been ready; I would have gladly let him take me, but of course, he held back–and too soon, he pulled away. 

Licking his blood–stained lips, he lowered his mouth to my breast once more, right where his fangs had been. His 

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Eight