The Blood Contract-Chapter 105: Undone

"No," Serena finally answered, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked away from him again, unable to hold his gaze.

Lucian stilled, his entire body going rigid as the word settled between them. For a brief second, something unreadable flickered through his eyes—an emotion too fleeting to name, too sharp to ignore. Then his lips twitched into a frown.

"No?" he echoed, the word heavy and laced with an edge that made her stomach twist. But Serena didn’t respond this time. She couldn’t. She didn’t understand why his tone had suddenly shifted, why he sounded almost... displeased, as though her answer had somehow disrupted something carefully balanced between them.

Lucian stared at her, his expression unreadable. There was no reason for him to doubt her—he had suspected it all along. He’d seen it in the way she hesitated, in the way her breath hitched when he touched her, in the shy, wide-eyed innocence that clung to her like a second skin. But hearing it confirmed, knowing it for certain now—it stirred something deep inside him. Something volatile. Something protective... and yet darkly possessive.

What the hell was he supposed to do with her now?

"Damn bracelet," he muttered under his breath, the curse sharp as it escaped his lips. His hands dropped from her waist and her jaw with sudden finality, the heat of his touch vanishing in an instant.

Serena’s heart lurched. Panic flared inside her like a struck match. What just happened? Why did he pull away?

Her mind raced. Had she done something wrong? Had her confession repulsed him?

"You’ve never done this before, and yet you come offering yourself to me like a living sacrifice, as if you have an iota of idea what you’re doing," Lucian spoke in disbelief, his voice low. His eyes burned into hers, but the fire in them was more frustration than desire now. "You’re truly crazy, Serena. You’re insane."

Each word cut through the thick silence, making her bite her lower lips.

He dragged a hand through his hair roughly, every muscle in his body tense.

"How do you intend to help me when you have no experience?" He asked, each word laced with disbelief.

His tone was sharp, colder now, as if he were trying to build a wall between them quickly, before his self-control completely snapped. And without waiting for her to say anything in return, he turned his back to her and stalked toward the door, his annoyance now sharper than it had been earlier.

But Serena didn’t let him leave.

"Wait," she said suddenly, the word almost tripping over itself in her rush. She stepped forward, her voice desperate and laced with a kind of bravery she didn’t know she had. Her mind scrambled for something that might make him stay.

"I can still help you. You just have to... show me what to do. Tell me how you like it." freeweɓnovel~cѳm

Lucian stopped mid-step. His shoulders tensed, his hand hovering near the door handle.

"I learn fast," she added quickly, the words falling from her lips like a plea.

Lucian stood still for a while before he finally gave up trying to talk some sense into her. Without warning, he turned around, grabbed her hand and with a not so gentle pull, he led her into the room.

He let her hand go when they arrived in the middle of the room and faced her. Lucian didn’t speak right away. He just stared at her, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to decide what to do with her now that she had thrown herself into the lion’s den.

He lifted his hand again to pinch her jaw, then slowly, his hand slid from her jaw, down her neck, over the line of her collarbone, until his fingers found the knot that held her towel together.

Serena’s breath snagged.

Her hands instinctively pressed against her sides to provide some support for the towel, and she forced herself not to stop him.

"You’re still free to walk away," Lucian said, voice low and raw, his eyes not leaving hers. "But if I untie this towel... there is no going back, Serena."

Her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t speak. Instead she released her not so subtle hold on the towel. She didn’t want to walk away.

Lucian saw it, the answer written all over her face and actions.

With deliberate patience, he pulled the knot loose, and the towel slackened. Gravity did the rest. It slid off her body and pooled at her feet, revealing every inch of her to him.

Serena didn’t breathe.

Neither did he. His eyes darkened further, and his jaw ticked as his body instantly reacted to the beautiful sight before him.

He didn’t touch her yet. He just stared, letting her feel the weight of his silence, the dominance threaded through every second he held back from her.

"You wanted to help," he said, voice low, like something dangerous prowling just beneath his skin. "Then go down on your knees."

Serena swallowed, but obeyed, burying her pride for the moment. Something in the way he said it made her want to obey his every command.

Lucian took her hand and dragged it to his undershorts, helping her familiarize herself with what she was going to be working with.

Serena’s lips parted as she felt the size and heat of him through the fabric, thick and pulsing.

"Pull the shorts down," he instructed, letting her hand go when he felt the exploration was enough.

Her hand trembled, but she obeyed. She hooked her fingers into his waistband and pulled down. The second he sprang free, she froze.

He was hard, big, and intimidating in every way.

Lucian caught the panic flickering in her eyes and gave a humorless smile. "Now you’re scared?" he murmured, wrapping his hand over hers, guiding her fingers around his length. "Too late for that."

He made her stroke him, slow and deliberate. His voice was a low command against her lips.

"Tighter. But smooth. Up, twist, down." He instructed as he watched her hand, eyes half-lidded as she followed his rhythm. "Like that. Yeah."

Serena’s lips parted, air escaping in shallow pants. But she didn’t stop. She stared at him like he’d cast a spell on her, and in many ways, he had.

"Take it in your mouth," he suddenly commanded after a while of stroking, pausing her hand movements.

Her heart stopped.

Lucian waited.

"Go on," His voice dipped even lower. "Wrap those pretty little lips of yours around me?"

Serena parted her lips. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of his shaft, tasting him.

Lucian let out a groan that made her thighs clench together.

She put all her unused knowledge to use just then, combined with his instructions. She was awkward at first, unsure, her movements were slow and hesitant. But that didn’t matter. Because every time she did something right, Lucian’s body reacted violently—a curse under his breath, a hiss between his teeth, a shudder in his abdomen.

"That’s it," he growled, one hand tangling in her hair. "Stroke the rest. Tongue under the head. Yeah... fuck."

He didn’t force her. But the tension in his grip told her how hard it was for him not to. He wanted to own her mouth completely, to use her, wreck her, and make her thank him for it.

But instead, he let her learn.

And she did.

Until his head tipped back and his chest heaved and he pulled away with a rough exhale.

"Enough," he snapped, gripping her chin and dragging her face up to meet his. "Before I come down your throat and forget the rest of what I planned."

Before she knew what was going on, he had picked her up and carried her to the bed, his body following like a beast that had been barely leashed.

Serena gasped when his mouth crashed into hers in a hungry, consuming and bruising kiss. His tongue dominated hers, licking up the sounds of her surrender.

Then he kissed lower, down her throat, between her breasts.

He bit her gently just above her heart, and she whimpered, arching beneath him.

"You taste like trouble," he murmured against her skin. "And I want every part of it."

His mouth didn’t stop. He devoured her, inch by inch, his tongue circling her nipple before sucking it deep, biting just enough to make her cry out. His other hand gripped her hip, pinning her in place.

"Don’t squirm," he growled when her hips bucked. "I haven’t even started yet."

She moaned, unable to stop it. Her body was on fire, her core throbbing, begging for relief. Lucian’s hands trailed lower, one sliding between her legs, two fingers stroking her folds without mercy.

"So wet already," he muttered, his voice drenched in satisfaction.

Serena couldn’t speak. Her legs trembled and she let out a sharp moan when he continued his assault with his finger.

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