All Chapters of My Biker Father-in-law Makes Me Wet : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

 ALPHA KNOX The words re-echoed in my head over and over again. She was in love with me. I didn't know what to make do of that information, how to respond to it or how I was feeling. I knew I wanted her so badly, I wanted to have her all to myself, call her mine and probably plant a legitimate seed inside of her, but what I couldn't figure out was if I was in love with her. If the feeling of not wanting to be away from her, disliking the fact she was with someone else, hating myself for doing anything to hurt her, if it was the feeling of love or possession. I'd lived for a very long time, met countless women and I definitely had an idea of what possession was but it was shameful to say I knew nothing about love. Maybe I did, but was finding it hard to accept that fact, the tingle in my chest whenever I see her, the way my thoughts drifted to her every day and every night, the way I always wanted to be around her, it was the feeling of youthful love, one wh

 ~JASON“Nyra!” I whispered her name underneath my breath the moment I walked to my chamber and found her at the door. She seemed totally confused, she seemed like she hadn't come to terms with the fact she was my mate and the wife to my step brother. I had found that out a short while ago after seeing her walk out from the chamber a servant had pointed out to be Darian's wife's chamber. I was headed there after the ritual, it was my last stop and certainly my last hope. I had gone into every chamber, every court in the Den, all in the name of paying my fucking respects. I only just realized father had more than an extra dozen of women changed down in rooms and labelled as his wifes. I felt so sorry for them all, so sorry for my mother as well. Who would want to leave such a life, carrying a title but receiving no affection in turn. I hated that part of my father, although I hated every part of him, this was different. It disturbed me so much on how h

 ~NYRAI stared into the eyes of Jason, into the eyes of my mate. His gaze seemed different, like he was conveying a whole lot with it, like the words he couldn't speak with his mouth, his eyes were willing to pass them on. I was a bit startled, definitely not expecting him, but worse? By the fact he knew my name. I was supposed to be a nameless servant girl for as long as I could carry on with that. There was no way he had gotten wind of who I was, who Nyra was. He shouldn't, I didn't want him to. I stared at him, wondering words that would be suitable for me to say, words that wouldn't sound more awkward than I already had made the situation.  “How do you know my name?” I blotted out, considering it was the one word repeating itself over and over in my head. He looked at me, but this time, his gaze was way deeper, like he could see into my soul and not the out surface standing in front of him.  

 ~NYRA“Not now darling, not now!” I heard Jason whisper as he kissed me on my knees. What was he doing to me, why was I literally on fire just because of a kiss, I felt utterly flustered. How I had turned into a pool just minutes after his fingers began grazing through my skin. How I was gasping deeply for air moment after he slid my nipple into his mouth, I was on fire, every part of my body burnt and needed to be quenched by his touch, and most definitely his thrust. He knew that, he obviously had seen through me and knew what I wanted, but all he could say into my ears was ‘not now’ he had other plans, dangerous ones I could say. I watched his face lit up in a knowing smile as he crawled backwards towards my thigh. This was torment, and the worst part? I couldn't even see his dick, he was fully clothed while I laid naked underneath him, all I had was my imagination and the imagination of him from the last time. I didn't want to look de

 ~NYRAI spent the rest of my evening cradled up in Jason's bed. I didn't dare think of sneaking out. As he promised, the idea had swept off from my mind like the dust in the wind. It wasn't an option, not now and I guess not ever. I really shouldn't have snuck out from his chamber the last time we met, like some criminal on the run, I should have stuck with him not minding the anxiety building up in my head. He was my mate, and I guess I only just fully realized that. Jason had gotten me to the point where I had to swear an oath never to run off like I did previously, he made me attest to the fact he owned me, he made me beg almost in tears for him, I couldn't hold myself, I needed him and he knew that.  He only responded to my pleas when he was quite sure I had learnt my lessons and he made sure to make up for the lost times. Every thrust of his coming off like a warning, one daring me to make a silly move like I did in the past,