CHAPTER 101: HIS SEDUCTION

Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND ONE

**KIERAN MORRISON**

"Kieran! What was that for?" Oliver yelped, sitting up and staring at me in shock as though wondering when I got there.

A guilty blush stained his cheek, he was probably wondering if I’d overheard the voice message he’d just sent to William.

"You have me now," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed and fixing him with a hard stare.

"If you want to hug something that much, you can hold me for as much as you want." I spread my arm at him, but he escaped from the grip I’d intended.

"You are not as soft as Teddy K!" He complained, glowering at me.

I lifted a brow at the name he just mentioned and at the same time my mouth nearly dropped open.

"Teddy K?" I repeated and delightedly watched Oliver’s face turn even more crimson.

"I named him K," He said in a tiny voice, glancing at the teddy bear I’d thrown across the room.

"Sometimes when I miss you, I... I talk to him."

My heart stopped beating entirely. He missed me?

This almost aborted my new mission of seducing him. Well almost.

"You talk to it?" I repeated, amusement creeping into my voice.

Oliver’s cheeks flushed even pinker. "I tell him about my day. About things I wish I could tell you. It’s stupid, but..."

"So you’d rather talk to a stuffed version of me?" I was still a bit jealous.

I wanted to make sure Oliver never needed to talk to anything else when he missed me because I would always, always be there.

"It’s taking up space in my bed, besides, I can give you more warmth." I blocked Oliver’s path when he started to get off the bed, probably to get that abomination toy. And then reaching closer, I whispered for his ears alone.

"That Teddy cannot pleasure you the way I can."

"Kieran!" He yelled, his eyes were looking everywhere in the room but me, it settled on the ground once more.

"It can’t keep laying on the floor, what if it catches cold?" Ollie tried again, trying to change the topic but I blocked his path still, and this time I reached for his phone when he least expected it.

"It’s already bedtime, who are you texting?" I glanced at the screen, but it was because I was curious to know what other conversations about me he was having with his friend.

"No!" Oliver lunged for his phone in my grasp, but I was faster than his movements. We ended up grappling for it, rolling across the bed as we fought for control.

"Give it back!" Oliver protested, trying to pin my wrists.

Did he think he could dominate me?

"Do you prefer I tell your mom that you’re going to bed late?!" I rolled us over so I was on top, pinning him beneath me, so I could show him who was in charge.

"You wouldn’t do that!" He breathed, struggling to unpin himself but my attention was completely focused on something else now.

The way his shirt had ridden up during our struggle. A strip of pale skin was exposed, leading down to the waistband of his pajama shorts. My eyes followed the line of his ribs, the dip of his waist, the way his stomach rose and fell with each breath.

My mouth went dry and the phone in my hand was all but forgotten.

Oliver seemed to notice too, his eyes widening as he looked up at me. But he didn’t push me away.

He didn’t tell me to get off, he just stared at me with those impossibly green eyes, his lips slightly parted.

This close, I could see every detail of his face, the way his eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, the small freckle just below his left eye, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed nervously.

Beautiful.

He was so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at him.

What would he say if I told him I wanted to have him right now?

Why was he this adorable? I was

unable to stop myself, I reached out and pinched his cheek gently. Oliver yelped, swatting at my hand, but I could see him fighting a smile.

"You’re so cute," I murmured, leaning down to bite his jaw softly and he squirmed beneath me.

I wanted as fuck to make him squirm for something different. I wanted to bite a different cheek.

"Kieran, stop..." He said, but he was laughing, trying to twist away from my mouth.

I moved to his ear, biting the soft lobe gently. Oliver’s laugh turned into a squeal, his body arching under mine as he tried to escape the ticklish sensation.

"Sensitive," I noted with satisfaction, doing it again just to hear that breathy little sound he made. "Where else are you this sensitive?"

"Don’t..." Oliver squirmed harder when I moved to his neck, pressing my teeth against the pale skin there.

"Don’t leave a mark!" He shrieked.

"Why not? Everyone should know you’re mine." I gentled my bite to a soft pressure, but it would definitely leave my mark.

"What did my mom say to you?" I asked suddenly, my tongue trailing the skin of his neck, leaving wet patches.

I felt the way Oliver tensed beneath me, his body going rigid.

"She just... she just wants to give us her support. She didn’t say anything mean if that’s what you are thinking!"

I scoffed, kissing down his throat, and then, I lifted his shirt to his chest, to reveal more of his smooth body which my eyes greedily drank him in.

Did he know that he fucking looked like a meal? One that I wanted to eat and kick clean.

"I don’t need her support. I’m never letting you go." My arms tightened around him possessively as my lips clenched around his rib, testing the flesh there with a nibble of my teeth.

Ollie yelped and I kissed him lightly to soothe the reddened spot.

"Kieran," He moaned just as I trailed down to his abdomen, his sharp inhale only fuelled the tightness that had formed a tent in my shorts.

My teeth clenched around his waist band, toying with the idea of ripping it off when Ollie suddenly jerked, his eyes were frantic as they found mine.

"What are you doing?" His enticing lips trembled as he spoke, he was already writhing beneath me again but my fingers clenched his waist firmly to the bed.

"We are not having sex,"

Then, ever so slowly, with my gaze never leaving his, I peeled down his shorts.

With my teeth.