Novel-novel oleh Thessa

ELARATwo weeks.Fourteen days since our text exchange. Fourteen days of continued space, continued independence, and most importantly continued torture.But something is different We text now. Not constantly or obsessively. But regularly. Small check-ins that keep us connected without consuming our days How was your day?Thinking of you.Sleep well.Simple messages that somehow make the space bearable.I'm at my desk on a Wednesday afternoon when my body decides it's had enough.It has been showing me signs of withdrawal but I'm too stubborn to believe that I... that was once a virgin is now Obessed and addicted to sex and most importantly to amien's cock. It starts as a low ache between my thighs. Nothing unusual—I've been dealing with constant arousal for weeks now. But this time, it builds differently. It is faster and more intense. Until I'm shifting in my chair looking to create a dull friction, with my thighs clenched, trying desperately to focus on the presentation I'm su

ELARAFive days.Five days of space. Five days of independence. Five days of proving I can survive without Damien Cross consuming every moment of my life.I should feel victorious. Empowered. Free.Instead, I feel like I'm slowly dying.Work is going well. The Hudson project is exceeding expectations. I've been having regular lunches with Elise. I'm even going to the gym again, doing all the normal, healthy, independent-woman things.But at night... At night, I'm a mess.The vibrator has become my nightly companion. I've worn out the batteries twice. But no matter how many times I make myself come, it's never enough. The orgasms are sharp and quick, leaving me empty and aching for something the toy can't provide.For someone it can't provide.I have become addicted to sex and not just with anyone... It has to be with Damien. It is like I have been branded by him and no other man can evoke the feeling in me not even to have sex.I'm sitting at my desk on Friday afternoon, trying to fo

ELARAI lean against the cool tile wall, spreading my legs wider. I dip my fingers inside my pussy...putting in two at first, then three...stretching myself the way he does. The burn is delicious, but not enough. Never been enough. I pump them slow, then faster, curling to hit that spot that makes my breath hitch. My thumb grinds my clit in tight, ruthless circles.Water pounds my back, hot and relentless, matching the rhythm building inside me. I bite my lip to stay quiet, but moans slip out anyway...wet, needy sounds that are swallowed by steam. I can hear his voice in my ear: Good girl. Take what you need. But it’s not his fingers or his cock that is inside me, and the emptiness gnaws at me even as pleasure coils tighter.My release is hard and hot on my fingers, my walls clenching around my fingers, and a sharp cry tears from my throat. Hot pulses ripple through me, my thighs are quaking, and water mixes with my release as it drips down my legs.But the orgasm is shallow, quick, a

DAMIENI make it to my car before I punch the steering wheel hard enough to hurt.Fuck.Fuck.I pushed too hard. Said too much. Gave her an ultimatum when I promised I'd give her space.But watching her push me away after the most perfect morning we've had in weeks... I couldn't help myself.I'm trying. Really fucking trying to let her have her independence, her space, and her time to figure herself out.But every instinct I have screams at me to claim her, keep her, and make her understand that this separation is pointless.My phone rings. Sebastian."What?""Rough morning?" He sounds amused."She kicked me out. After calling me last night desperate and begging, after letting me stay over, after enjoying ourselves throughout the night and this morning, that should have convinced her we belong together, yet she kicked me out.""Because you pushed.""I didn't push. I just... pointed out that this arrangement is unsustainable.""So you pushed." Sebastian sighs. "Damien, you promised to

ELARA I wake up to sunlight streaming through my bedroom window and a heavy arm draped across my waist. For a moment, I'm disoriented. This is my apartment. My small, modest bedroom with the IKEA furniture and the slightly crooked ceiling fan. But the arm across my waist is pure Damien Cross—muscular, possessive, claiming me even in sleep. He stayed. We didn't discuss it. Didn't negotiate whether this "space with benefits" arrangement included sleepovers. But apparently, he decided for both of us. I should be annoyed. Should push him away and remind him that this was supposed to be about my independence, but after last night and these early morning I really do not want to. Instead, I sink back into his warmth, letting myself have this moment of pretending everything is normal. "You're awake," his voice rumbles against my neck. "How long hav

DAMIEN The clock glows 2:17 a.m. in soft red digits when my eyes open. The room is bathed in the faint silver glow of city lights through half-closed blinds, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. Elara’s body heat radiates against me like a living flame, her back pressed flush to my chest, the curve of her ass cradling my cock in a perfect, torturous nest. The air is thick with the lingering scent of sex: her sweet, musky arousal mixed with my darker notes, sweat-salted skin, and the faint metallic trace of spent release from hours ago. She’s asleep, breathing slowly, deeply, and evenly, but her body is restless and betrays her even in her dreams. Even unconscious, she shifts, pressing her back into me, and a soft, unconscious whimper escapes her lips as she shifts, as she grinds back against me. The friction is immediate—her slick folds gliding along my length, coating me anew in the warm h

Aeliana's POV The cabin materializes out of the darkness like something that shouldn't exist—isolated, remote, the kind of place you go when you want to hide a crisis from the world. The vehicle skids to a stop, and I'm already moving, already reaching through the Entity network to perceive what's happening inside. Two bodies. One woman, approximately mid-thirties, has her consciousness fractured into four distinct pieces, each one screaming in a different direction. One man, younger, maybe mid-twenties, his body convulsing as power rips through cells that can't contain it. And between them, an Entity that is not fully formed, or fully integrated, caught in the agony of trying to bond with two vessels simultaneously while one of them actively rejects the process. I hit the door running. The cabin smells like blood and terror and copper-sharp ozone, that burnt-air scent of reality bending too far. The woman is on her knees, her hands pressed against her temples so hard that b

Aeliana’s POV I free him from his restraint; he is already thick, hard, and already leaking with precum. I take him into my mouth slowly, my throat relaxing as I suck him deep, my tongue swirling the head, tasting salt and him. He groans, his hand fisting my hair, holding meI suck deeper, my throat relaxing more, taking him until my nose brushes his stomach. I moan around him, the vibration making him shudder. My hands cup his balls, stroking, while I bob slowly then fast, hollowing cheeks, swallowing around him.His hips thrust shallow, wolf growling low. “Aeliana...fuck...”I pull off with a pop and lick from base to tip, then take him deep again. Through the bond, I feel his pleasure spike, hotly. He comes fast, flooding my mouth in thick pulses. I swallow every drop, milking him until he’s shaking.He pulls me up, kisses me fiercely, tasting himself on my tongue.“Not enough,” he growls, his eyes dark. “More.” "If you are going to convince me to let you go, I need more."He lif

Aeliana's POVElena watches us with deep concern in her eyes. “You’re really considering this? Flying across the country to help strangers while enemies circle our borders?”The words hang heavy in the kitchen air, as the scent of brewing tea is now forgotten.I feel Caelan’s immediate resistance through the bond...his wolf is snarling at the idea of any separation; his Alpha instincts are screaming to keep me safe, to keep us together where we’re strongest. But the distant cry for help sharpens again in my mind, as it fills my senses with blood and terror and fracturing reality. We have a few minutes left.Liora...our Beta...steps forward from where she’s been quietly listening by the door. Her face is tight with worry. “Elena’s right. You just got back. The pack’s still healing from the last battle. Up to forty Shadow Council

Caelan's POVThe pack house is alive with the familiar chaos I’ve missed... with the pups shouting in the yard, the clang of pots from the kitchen, and warriors laughing over coffee in the hall. After days locked in the cottage, lost in Aeliana’s heat, the noise feels like coming home.I kiss her at the bottom of the stairs, lingering a moment longer than necessary.“Paperwork’s calling,” I say, grimacing. “Marcus left me a mountain of them while we were gone.”She smiles, and her eyes go soft. “Go be Alpha to the best that you can. I’ll find Elena and catch up.”I head to my office, with the weight of leadership settling back on my shoulders. The room smells of leather and pine, with stacks of reports waiting on the desk...patrol logs, supply counts, and rebuilding estimates. I sit, crack my neck, and dive in.Focus comes slowly. But my mind keeps drifting to her...to the way she felt this morning, to the deeper hum of our bond since the judgment and the heat. The Entity is quiet, li

Caelan’s POVMy body aches in the best way, every muscle reminding me of the last three days spent buried inside her.Aeliana stretches beside me, voice hoarse. “We need to clean up. I can’t go back to the pack smelling like this.”I laugh low, pulling her close for one more slow kiss. “They’ll know exactly what we’ve been doing, or should I say they already know.”She nips my lip. “Exactly why we need a bath.”We stumble to the small bathing room, legs shaky from exhaustion and overuse. The stone basin is large enough for two if we’re close...and we always are. I pump water from the stream line and heat bucket after bucket over the fire while pouring steaming water in until it laps at the rim, scented with the pine soap we keep here.Steam rises thick, fogging the air, making everything soft and hazy.I step in first, sinking

Caelan's POVHer heat rages like a storm, and I’m lost in it.Aeliana is beneath me on the ruined bed, her back is arched, and her legs are wrapped tight around my waist, digging into my ass as I thrust into her with everything I have. Her pussy is a scorching, slick heaven that is tight, fluttering, and dripping with our combined release from our previous rounds. Every time I slide into her, it feels like coming home, with her walls gripping me like they never want to let go. The scent of her heat fills the cottage, the thick, sweet fertility scent that makes my wolf howl inside, demanding I breed her deep and fill her until she’s swollen with my pups.She is still begging now, voice hoarse from days of screaming and moaning, “Harder, Caelan...please, fuck me like you own me.”And I made sure to satisfy all her requests. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, while the oth