Blinded by Love: My Three Alpha Hunks

Chapter 2

“Ah…”

Selena didn’t resist, already accustomed to this intimate ritual with Silas. The moment his lips touched her, her back stiffened, her head arched back, revealing the graceful curve of her neck. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped her.

Silas’s face was a work of art, with a high, straight nose. As his tongue mimicked the rhythm of a lover, his nose would brush against her c******s, hitting all the right spots. Selena's body undulated like a wave, her skin flushed, the familiar look of annoyance replaced by a dewy haze of lust in her eyes.

He pulled back, his mouth still glistening. Seeing her lost in pleasure, he gently took off her sunglasses and stroked her cheek. “Miss, don’t be angry anymore. You look prettier when you smile.”

“Ah… Get your hand off me and just do your job.”

She tried to kick at his face, but he caught her leg effortlessly. His long, practiced fingers, calloused from combat training, slid deep into her wet warmth, the rough pads of his fingertips teasing her soft flesh, sending a delicious ache through her. She moaned.

“Does Miss mean you’d rather my hand do the job? Thrusting deep inside you?”

“Just shut up.”

Her groaning retort only fueled his fire. A faint smile played on his lips as his dark eyes locked onto hers. Suddenly, he sped up, relentlessly targeting a sensitive spot deep inside her.

“Ha… right there… don’t stop…”

Her body shook, her core clenching around his fingers. Her hands gripped the leather seats so tight her knuckles turned white. A flash of white light exploded behind her eyes, and she gushed, a torrent of release.

Silas was fast. He pulled his fingers out just in time, his mouth immediately replacing them, sealing her entrance as he swallowed every drop of her pleasure. He didn’t stop until he’d licked every last bit of her essence from her thighs and his own fingers.

After her c****x, Selena leaned back, her eyes closed, her body flushed with a lingering high. She allowed Silas to clean her up, pull up her panties, and smooth her dress back into place.

His job done, Silas, his own erection a testament to her pleasure, returned to the driver’s seat. He started the car, resuming the drive to the manor.

The car’s windows were modified to be anti-paparazzi, a private bubble where their secret intimacy could unfold. No one ever knew what happened inside.

“Does your employer know you’re lurking around me, servicing me like this?”

After a moment of recovery, Selena turned her face toward him. Post-c****x, she was breathtakingly beautiful, her eyes glistening and dewy, a faint blush at their corners. Her lips, plump and wet, shimmered. The sightless, vacant look in her eyes softened the sharp edges of her face, adding a touch of vulnerability she never showed to the world.

Silas met her gaze in the rearview mirror. He stared for a long moment, a lump in his throat, before answering. “I don’t report everything.”

She scoffed. “Say what you want. But I know you and your employer only care about when I’ll finally die.”

Changing her posture, her fingers brushed a button, and the car window slid down. With a slight flick of her fingers, the plants along the roadside seemed to answer her call, their branches swaying in a silent dance. “But it’s not that easy,” she said, her voice laced with power. “Even without my eyes, those old guys and your employer still have to be polite to me. They can’t force my hand. And why? Because my power still terrifies them.”

A vine from a nearby tree snaked through the open window, wrapping around Silas’s neck before retreating just as quickly.

Silas didn’t flinch. His voice was as calm as his movements had been moments ago. He was used to her threats.

Months ago, doctors had given their prognosis—her blindness was permanent. But Selena, ever stubborn, had refused to accept it, holing up in the huge manor. Before the war, she and her father had lived simply, with only cleaning staff. They never needed servants.

Her grandmother, however, couldn’t stand to see her so helpless, constantly bumping into furniture and falling down the stairs. So she’d interviewed a group of butlers, with Silas being one of them. She even knew his secrets, knew he had ulterior motives. Yet Selena had chosen him.

She craved danger, wanted to know her enemies up close. She never feared them; she wanted them to show their hand.

But to her frustration, after she’d confronted him, Silas hadn’t changed. He continued his meticulous care, becoming even more attentive. Their twisted dynamic had begun one day when she was angry and he simply took her, and their strange, carnal relationship had continued ever since.

Selena knew his handsome face by touch. She wouldn’t let him go until she figured out his employer's true motives. Besides, he made her life easier. Why not keep a handsome butler who was also an excellent lover?

But after every session, she made sure to remind him of his place with a threat, a little game to keep him in line.

The car glided into the driveway, stopping smoothly at the front door.

“My life is in your hands, Miss. I won’t resist if you want to kill me,” Silas replied, his voice a calm counterpoint to her fire. He opened her door, helping her out. When he leaned close to her, out of sight of anyone else, he lightly kissed her earlobe.

Selena let out a frustrated “Tsk,” and kicked his shin with her heel. She took the cane he offered and strode toward the house.

She knew exactly what the elders wanted. They were pushing the marriage pact her father had made with the Stormrage Pack, a deal to wed her to their Alpha, Lucian Stormrage.

Her father had seen it as a way to unite two powerful packs and secure her position as the next Alpha. But she and Lucian were like oil and water, and they had always despised each other. She had no idea why he’d agreed to the pact, but she was certain his answer would be a resounding no, especially now that she was blind.

Selena and the Elder Council were in a constant stalemate, with neither side willing to compromise.

She walked through the door, bracing herself for the inevitable taunts. She ran through a mental list of the recent elders who had visited, trying to guess who was waiting inside.

“Been waiting for you a long time.”

But the voice that greeted her was not that of a lifeless old man. It was a young, masculine voice, one that was both familiar and unexpected.

She searched her memory for the voice, distracted, and didn’t see the corner of a table. She stumbled, and began to fall.

Ever since Silas had become her butler, she had her own way of navigating the house: every room was filled with plants. Her power, the ability to sense and control plant life, was the reason the elders still feared her.

Before the rose bushes in the hall could reach out to catch her, the man who was waiting for her moved like a blur, catching her in his arms.

His body was a solid wall of muscle, his arms a tight hold around her waist. A soft chuckle rumbled from above her.

“What’s wrong? Lost your sight, and your moves too? A table can make you fall now?”

His words were laced with mockery. “No wonder your elders came begging me. You in this state aren’t worthy of leading a pack.”

She pushed out of his arms, his insults ringing in her ears. She knew who he was now. His condescending words, the way he loved to needle her... it could only be her so-called fiancé, Lucian Stormrage.