My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas
Chapter 88: I love you ( Luther’s POV )

Chapter 88: I love you ( Luther’s POV )

"I love you"

His words echoed through the room, leaving behind a haunting echo. The air was thick, almost unbreathable as our heartbeats were racing against each other.

This isn’t good.

I don’t want to use someone with deeper feelings than mine. I don’t want to hurt Killian.

We should stop.

I lightly pushed him aside. At least I tried, but he was unbulgeable. He had me pinned down not only under his body, but under his sincere gaze as well.

His piercing green eyes felt suffocating as his scent of burned sugar and mahogany of his pheromones made my spine arch.

"Get off."

"Why? Everything was fine a moment ago. Why are you rejecting me, Luther?"

"You know why. I can’t just take you for a test drive when you—"

"When I love you? Don’t feel pressure to feel the same. The weight of my feelings shouldn’t burden you!"

"Killian, please. Don’t make me the bad guy!"

"Do you have any idea how many guys told me that they love me while we were in the same position?"

"Is this the right time to brag about being a player?"

I guess my voice sounded more annoyed than I wanted to, causing Killian to chuckle.

He was proud, clearly enjoying the reaction he provoked.

I didn’t say anything. Didn’t have to.

The silence between us stretched, and I could tell he was waiting for some kind of response. But I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.

After enjoying the moment, he cleared his throat, still smirking.

"Jealous?"

"Do I look jealous?"

"A man can hope."

He shrugged his shoulders amused before lowering his head. He nuzzled into the gap between my neck and my shoulder, causing a small shiver within me.

Sadly for me, it hasn’t gone unnoticed.

"What I meant is that you are not a bad guy if you use me, babe. You would only take revenge for all those omegas that I used before. Like a vigilante."

His breath felt boiling against my neck. His whispers didn’t help at all the strange reactions my body had.

And he knew it well.

Despite not moving or doing anything else, waiting for my permission, I was losing my reasoning the more we stood like that-

One body glued to another.

"What makes you think I would want a communal asset— shaggy and overused?"

My words came out too breathy, too rushed to be convincing. Almost like a whimper.

Killian chuckled yet again, his body trembling in amusement against mine.

Every vibration making it more and more unbearable.

"Let’s be real for a minute, babe. If everybody used me, then I must be good, don’t you think?"

"Or just accessible."

"Care to test out which?"

I couldn’t help but smile.

Underneath all that cockiness, I could feel his hands gripping the sheets,

Trembling,

Turning yellow from the tightness of the grasp—

He was restraining himself at the best of his limits, hoping and praying I would give permission sooner.

Yet, the sudden confession didn’t sit right with me. No matter how much my body needed him.

"I don’t want to play with your feelings, Killian. I was trapped with Emiliano so long, I—"

"Stockholm Syndrome."

"Could be. Nonetheless, I can’t return your feelings. Not now at least."

He lingered his fingers from my cheek to my jawline, caressing the skin in circles softly and gently as his gaze burned into me. As his breath on the side of my neck stirred a tsunami of emotions, leaving behind my trembling body as the consequence.

"That’s fine, Luther. I don’t care. Use me up. Consume me entirely. And maybe one day, your body would need me enough for your heart to change. Let me feed on that hope. I beg of you!"

"Are you sure?"

"Please, Luther, let me hold you. This is torture..."

His plea came up broken.

Rushed.

Trembling.

I nodded.

That’s all it took. My slight nod.

He grasped my hands above my head, letting me meet his gaze for just one second- hungry and rushed. Pleading and consuming.

I couldn’t help but keep my breath as his mouth moved again against my body, from my neck down to my stomach-

Around the petals of my flower.

I could feel it blooming. The sensation was overbearing with a rush of heat burning me from inside out as Killian licked the blurry edges of the petals. It was maddening.

I wanted to crawl out of my skin. The struggling did nothing more than to convince Killian to keep the hold on my hands with just one hand as the other caged my waist into a tight squeeze. The thumb traced a delicate circle on the side that only amplified the struggle of my body.

I couldn’t breathe. Every gasp of air coming out whiny and pathetic as Killian’s satisfaction with my reactions grew more and more intense.

"I-I want to touch you too..."

Killian’s tongue stopped. He rushed out to higher his head, still with his tongue out and his eyes widening in shock. He resembled a puppy.

Cute.

The moment his grip weakened on my hands, I grasped him quickly, pinning him under me. The movement came to be desperate and yearning. Like I was.

Killian shivered under me. From the shock. From the excitement.

Letting out a deep, raw groan.

"Keep your hands to yourself.", I ordered.

"But-"

"Be a good boy, would you? I might give you a treat if you do. You’re not the only one who’s a known player among the omegas."

Killian gulped.

I can’t say I wasn’t pleased.

I took my time with it. As Killian’s body break more and more under mine and his hands trembled more and more, barely under control, I moved my mouth slowly from nibbling his earlobe to dragging it on his neck, biting his collarbone, his chest, kissing it harshly his stomach until the waistband of his pants.

His groans and moans grew louder and louder, more and more pleading and pathetic.

I dragged my tongues on the zip of the pants, pushing the zipper lower and lower.

As his legs trembled worse than after ten sets of deadlift squats, I used my teeth to unbutton it.

I could feel his hand suddenly caressing my hair in a desperate tremble. His green eyes shift in the light, teary and pathetic as his open mouth could only regulate his loud heartbeat with just as loud gasps of air.

"I told you to keep your hands to yourself."

"This is torture, babe."

"You said to take revenge. You called me a vigilante. Behave and accept your punishment then!"

"Can I at least hold your hand? Please..."

"Are you scared?"

"No. But I am dying over here. Please, babe, please."

I grabbed his hand from my head, dragging it onto himself. As I instructed him to squeeze himself, I wrapped him hand on top of his, applying pressure while caressing softly.

Up and down.

He tasted rough. Salty and sweet at the same time. My tongue curved on it- sloppy and tight.

Killian’s tremors moved the mattress itself, making the whole bed feel more like a trampoline. The movement of his hips, frantic and hopeless, made my throat contract around it tightly.

It wasn’t long until he came undone, both of us tearing and gasping for air.

He hurried to wipe my mouth clean. It was already too late. He was too deep not to swallow.

"Are you ok?"

He whispered it, holding my face with such an anguished expression, I couldn’t help but smile. I nuzzled into his hands.

"Impatient, aren’t you?"

My voice came out hoarse and broken to no one’s surprise. Killian eyes widen with guilt-

And lust.

One second he was looking at me, another he was devouring my mouth. Hungry. Untameable. Drenched in nothing but desire.

Sloppy and aggressive, I couldn’t help but melt under the kiss.

I barely contained my pheromones as he undressed me.

Excitement.

A heat rush.

A blurry vision.

As he prepared me, I was nothing but a disheveled mess under him. Crying. Gasping for air. Holding onto him until then marks of my digging nails scarred his flawless skin.

But he wasn’t smirking as usual.

His gaze was serious. Concentrated and focused.

I could tell he didn’t want to hurt me.

This new side of him—

I could barely hold myself together enough not to ravish into a pheromone tornado.

"I am ready."

"No. I don’t want to hurt you."

"Please, Killian, I can’t take it anymore."

"F-ck, babe."

My hands found his back, holding on, grounding myself against the weight of him, the heat, the way he moved like I was something fragile and precious all at once.

He moved like he knew I needed the time to adjust. He didn’t rush. He didn’t ask for more. He just stayed close, his hands sliding down my sides, over my hips, steady and patient. His weight felt solid on top of me, like he was there completely, like he wasn’t going anywhere. That made it easier to breathe.

He moved with more pressure now, more contact. His hands smoothed down my thighs, then back up, slow and firm.

I could feel the tension in my legs, how hard it was to stay still. He didn’t pull away. He didn’t hesitate. He just kept touching me like he knew exactly what he was doing, like he knew what I needed.

"I love you.", he said, voice strangled in pleasure. "I love you so f-cking much, babe!"

I didn’t feel the wave of pressure of reciprocity anymore. I just felt him. Raw and unfiltered as my world collapsed into his.

As we both come undone.

All I could whimper as we both got lost in the wave of release was his name.

I didn’t know if I was pleading for more or just fading in the comfort of not being lonely, but he smiled at me.

We were both smiling breathlessly when Killian’s gaze moved to my stomach.

His face twisted in an unreadable expression.

Scared by his reaction, I looked down.

"My flower—"

"Did I— Did I do that?"