The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate Chapter 90

Tristan's gaze burned into mine, intense and heavy, like he could see every thought swirling in my head. He stood abruptly, his broad shoulders shifting under his shirt.

“Let me get something for your leg,” he said, his voice low, almost too calm. Before I could respond, he was gone, the door clicking softly behind him.

Alone, I tightened the towel against my skin, my fingers trembling slightly. My mind replayed his words from earlier.

Did he really mean it when he said he'll only touch me when I say it? Every look, every brush of his hand, felt like he was waiting for me to break first.

Was I supposed to spell it out for him? Beg? The thought made my cheeks flush, a mix of frustration and heat pooling in my chest.

I wanted him to see it through the way my breath hitched when he was near, the way my body leaned toward him without my permission.

Couldn't he feel my heart pound? Didn't he hear it? I puffed out a breath, annoyed, but beneath it, my skin tingled with anticipation.

The sound of his footsteps snapped me out of my thoughts. My pulse quickened as the door creaked open, and Tristan stepped back into the room, holding a small ice pack in one hand.

His eyes found mine immediately, dark and unreadable. He didn't say a word, just lowered himself to the floor in front of me, his movements slow and deliberate.

I blinked, caught off guard as he settled cross-legged, his hands reaching for my foot. The warmth of his fingers against my skin sent a shiver up my leg, and I felt my breath catch in my throat.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice coming out softer than I meant, almost a whisper. My heart thudded as I watched him, his head bowed slightly, his focus entirely on my foot now resting in his lap.

He didn't answer, he just brushed his thumb lightly over my ankle, and I wondered if he could feel the way my pulse jumped under his touch.

Does he know what he's doing to me? Is he teasing me on purpose?

“Which part hurts?” he asked finally, his voice low and steady, but there was an edge to it, like he was fighting to keep it neutral.

His eyes flicked up to meet mine for a moment, and I swore I saw a spark of desire.

We both wanted this, still won't say it. Who's going to break first? Definitely not me.

I swallowed hard, pointing to the left side of my calf. My leg were exposed under his gaze. He nodded, slow and thoughtful, his fingers grazing the spot I'd indicated.

When he pressed the ice pack against my skin, the cold bit into me, and I yelped, my body jerking slightly. His lips twitched, just the hint of a smile, and I felt my face heat up.

He's enjoying this. He knows exactly what he's doing.

He held the ice there for a moment, his eyes locked on my leg, but I could feel the weight of his attention like a physical touch.

Then, without warning, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my foot, just above my ankle. My breath caught, sharp and sudden, like someone had pulled the air from the room.

The warmth of his lips was a stark contrast to the cold of the ice, and it sent a jolt straight through me, sparking heat low in my belly.

Oh God.

My fingers tightening around the towel.

What is he doing?

He pulled back slightly, his eyes flicking up to mine, searching. I couldn't read his thoughts, but the way his eyes brighten told me he was trying to make me beg.

Then he kissed another spot, this time higher, his lips lingering a little longer too.

Each touch was slow and deliberate, like he was savoring the taste of my skin. My heart pounded, and I felt my body lean forward slightly.

He was teasing me. And I was been weak again, letting him win.

By the time his lips reached my knee, he paused, his breath warm against my skin. I was breathing hard now, my chest rising and falling, my hands gripping the bedspread to keep myself grounded.

His eyes drifted to the space between my legs, where the towel had ridden up, leaving me exposed.

The heat in his gaze was raw and burning, and it sent a tremor through me. My body was shaking, not from the cold, but from the intensity of his stare.

He knows how much I want this because he could see me dripping.

I was the one naked and the one completely turned on.

“Where does it hurt?” he asked, his voice rougher now, like he was struggling to keep it steady. The sound of it sent a shiver down my spine, and my thoughts scattered, my brain too foggy to form a coherent response.

I pointed without thinking, my finger landing on my knee, where his lips just left. His brow arched, and a slow, teasing smile spread across his face.

My face burned as I realized my mistake, embarrassment flooding me. I pointed at the wrong spot.

He didn't say anything, just pressed the ice pack to my knee, letting it linger before replacing it with his lips. The warmth of his mouth was overwhelming, and when he sucked gently, I let out a shaky breath, my hands fisting the bedspread.

He sucked on it like he was eating it up, the same way he ate me up.

And I couldn't help but wish his lips was on my pussy instead. The thought made another round of precum flow from my pussy.

Fuck.

I swear he's going to pay for teasing me.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes met mine, that same playful smile tugging at his lips.

“Where does it hurt?” he asked again, his voice softer now, almost a whisper, mirroring the tremble in my own. It was like he was daring me, pushing me to take the next step.

We were playing a game, and I was ready to play.

My heart pounded as I pointed to my thigh, higher up this time, my hand trembling slightly.

He nodded, silent, his eyes darkening as he pressed the ice pack against my skin. The cold made me gasp, but when he replaced it with his tongue, warm and slow, my whole body ignited in tiny pieces of sparks.

I gripped the bed tighter, my knuckles white, as he sucked gently, his lips teasing my skin like it was something precious.

He's so close. So close to where I want him.

When he looked up again, I didn't wait for his question. My hand moved, pointing to the sensitive skin of my upper thigh, so close to my pussy that my breath hitched.

He gave a smirk but picked up the ice pack. I was losing, I knew it. But at this point, I don't care been called a loser.

When he removed the ice and replaced with his lips, I couldn't help the moan that shamelessly escaped from my lips.

"Ohh my God. Ohh my..." I could feel his hot breath fanning across my inner thigh. I knew he could smell my arousal, could see how much I wanted him. And that turned me on more.

Please, I thought, my eyes fluttering shut. Please don't stop.

He lifted his lips and stopped above my pussy, all he needed to do was to just pull out his tongue.

My heart pounded, my body trembling with anticipation, waiting for him to finally give in.

But then he paused. I opened my eyes, a mix of frustration and desire twisting inside me.

I found him watching me, a mischievous glint in his gaze, he had a knowing smile.

He knew he had me where he wanted, knew I was to weak to act strong. Knew I needed him so badly that if he pulled out his shaft, I'll gladly take it all in.

“Where does it hurt?” he asked, his voice dripping with playful challenge, he knew exactly how much he was torturing me.

I didn't hesitate, I was too turned on to think straight.

My hand moved, pointing to the place where I yearned for him most, my breath catching as I watched him.

His eyes darkened, and for a moment. He picked up the ice pack, and my heart leapt, my body tense with anticipation as I waited for his next move.

But then he stood up.

My heart stopped as he turned and walked toward the door, the ice pack still in his hand. “I think your leg's better now,” he said, his tone light, almost too casual, like he hadn't just set my entire body on fire. “I'll put this back.”

And just like that, he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

My heart was beating so fast like I could get an attack anytime soon.

What the fuck?

Nah fuck this.

I quickly got on my feet, letting the towel fall on the process and not even bothering to pick it up.

All thought of the fake injury forgotten as I ran out of my room.

As I got out, Tristan stood at the door with a victorious smile.