Novels by Celestia

Family Affair 10Liam's thumb hovered over the phone screen, the twins' text glowing in the dim bedroom light: "More soon?" Elena's question cut through—"Who you texting?"—her voice sleepy but edged with that same suspicion from dinner. She rolled toward him, hand on his chest, eyes narrowing in the dark. He locked the screen quick, setting it on the nightstand. "Just work stuff. Client email." Lie smooth, but his heart raced. Elena studied him a second longer, then sighed. "Okay. Night, babe." She kissed his cheek, turning away. Sleep came for her fast, but Liam lay awake, cock half-hard from the day's creampie in Sophia, mind on the risks. Close call. Tomorrow, careful.Morning sun woke them. Elena stretched, yawning. "Coffee?" Liam nodded, dressing quick. Downstairs, the twins ate cereal, dressed modest in jeans and tees, hickeys hidden under collars. "Morning, Mom," they chorused innocent. Elena hugged them, but her eyes flic

Family Affair 9Liam's heart slammed in his chest at the doorbell's sharp ring, echoing through the house like a warning. Sophia's whisper hung in the air—"Who's that?"—her eyes wide with panic, hand clutching Isabella's arm. The twins stood frozen in the kitchen, half-dressed in their bikinis from yesterday's beach trip, hair still messy from bed. Liam glanced at the clock—nine in the morning. Elena wasn't due until evening. He adjusted his shorts, cock softening quick from the interruption. "Stay here," he muttered low, striding to the front door.Peeking through the peephole, he saw a neighbor—Mrs. Jenkins from next door, gray hair in a bun, holding a basket. Relief mixed with annoyance. He opened the door a crack. "Morning, Mrs. Jenkins."She smiled bright, thrusting the basket forward. "Welcome goodies! Muffins and jam. Elena mentioned you all moved in. How's the family settling?" Her eyes tr

Family Affair 8Liam froze at Isabella's whisper, his hand still tracing lazy circles on Sophia's thigh under the covers. "What if Mom finds out?" The words hung heavy in the bedroom air, the twins' bodies pressed close to his, their skin warm and slick from the day's relentless edging. Sophia tensed beside him, her breath catching. The question poked at the dark core of their game—taboo thrill mixed with real risk. Elena's conference ended tomorrow; she'd be home by evening. Time ticked down.He pulled them tighter, one arm around each. "She won't," he growled low, voice firm to mask his own flicker of doubt. "As long as you sluts stay quiet. Daddy's rules." Isabella nodded against his chest, but her eyes held a spark of worry. Sophia buried her face in his neck, whispering, "We will, Daddy. We love this." He kissed their foreheads rough, cock stirring again at their submission. Sleep came slow, his mind plotting the next day—la

Family Affair 7Liam sipped his coffee, watching the twins over the rim of his mug. Sophia and Isabella sat across from him at the kitchen table, their makeshift breakfast spread out—pancakes slightly burned, eggs runny, but the effort cute in a way that stirred his dark urges. No more jealousy, they claimed, their voices overlapping in eager promises. "Punish us together, Daddy. Please?" Isabella added, her foot sliding up his calf under the table, toes curling against his jeans. Sophia nodded, cheeks flushed behind her glasses, her hand reaching out to touch his arm tentative.He set the mug down, standing slow. His cock already stirred at the thought—two virgins begging for shared discipline. "Strip," he commanded low, voice gravelly with hunger. They obeyed quick, nighties slipping off to pool at their feet. Naked in the morning light, bodies glowing—Sophia's slim curves, small tits perky, pussy trimmed neat; Isabella's

Family Affair 6Liam lay in the master bed, the sheets cool against his skin as Sophia's soft plea hung in the air. "Can we sleep with you tonight?" Her voice trembled with a mix of shyness and need, her silhouette in the doorway lit by the hallway nightlight. Isabella stood behind her, hand on her sister's shoulder, eyes gleaming hungry in the dark. The twins wore matching nighties—thin fabric that clung to their curves, hems barely covering their asses. No panties, he guessed from the way they shifted, pussies still slick from the living room play.His cock throbbed at the sight, denied release all day. "Get in," he said low, voice rough with command. They slipped under the covers quick, Sophia on his left, Isabella on his right. Bodies pressed close, their warmth seeping into him. Sophia's breast squished against his arm, nipple hard through the cotton. Isabella's thigh draped over his, her pussy grinding subtle on his hip. "No touc

Family Affair 5Liam sat between the twins on the couch, the movie credits scrolling silent in the dim living room light. Isabella's hand still rested high on his thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles that sent heat straight to his cock. Sophia leaned against his other side, her breath quick and shallow, glasses fogging slight from the tension. The blanket draped over their laps hid the wandering touches—Isabella's grip inching toward his zipper, Sophia's small hand clutching his arm like a lifeline. Elena was miles away at her conference, the house theirs for the taking. Liam's mind raced with dark possibilities, his erection straining against his jeans."What now?" Isabella repeated, her voice husky, lips brushing his ear. She squeezed his thigh harder, nails digging in just enough to sting.Liam turned to her, his hand sliding under the blanket to cup her breast through her tank top. Nipple hard under his palm, he

Jason's POVThe emergency operations center hums with controlled chaos. Screens display attacks happening in real-time across multiple territories. Communication channels crackle with reports from security forces engaged in combat. Intelligence feeds track opposition movements and coordination.And I'm at the center of it all, coordinating progressive response to the coordinated violence that was meant to destroy us."Three more locations secured," Commander Hayes reports. "Attackers captured, targets protected. Casualties minimal.""What about the Western Coalition office?" I ask, knowing that location was hit hard."Four advocates killed, seven injured. Opposition forces withdrew after achieving objectives." His voice is grim. "They got who they were after."Four dead. Names I know. People I've worked with. Advocates whose families will receive devastating news because they chose to fight for omega rights.The human cost of this violence weighs on me, but I can't let it paralyze me.

Kaelen's POVThe lecture hall is half-full with graduate students when the first explosion rocks the building. Books fall from shelves, ceiling tiles crack, emergency alarms start blaring. For a moment, everyone freezes in confusion.Then the gunfire starts."Everyone down!" I shout, centuries of Lycan combat training overriding academic instincts. "Under the desks, away from windows!"Students scramble for cover as another explosion closer this time. The coordinated attack we've been preparing for - it's happening now, here, at the university where I thought I'd be relatively safe.My phone buzzes with emergency alerts. I see similar messages flooding in from across multiple territories. This isn't just my location. This is everywhere, simultaneously.The classroom door explodes inward. Three armed figures in tactical gear rush in, weapons raised. I recognize the coordination, the professional movements. This isn't random violence. This is a capture operation.They want me alive. As

Ivan's POVThe war room is crowded with military commanders, security chiefs, and intelligence coordinators from six territories, all gathered to respond to the threat Avalon's intelligence has uncovered. The maps spread across the central table mark dozens of locations - targets the conservative opposition plans to hit simultaneously in their coordinated assault."Based on current intelligence, we're looking at minimum forty separate attack sites across multiple jurisdictions," Commander Hayes briefs the assembled leadership. "The opposition has established independent cells for each target, limiting communication between groups to prevent complete exposure if one cell is compromised.""Sophisticated operational security," my father observes from his position near the maps. Marcus Volkov came out of retirement the moment I briefed him on the threat, his centuries of military experience too valuable to ignore during this crisis. "This level of planning and coordination suggests years

Jason's POVFive years. It's been five years since the academy, since Kaelen's betrayal, since Ivan rescued me from the experimentation facility. Five years since everything fell apart and then slowly, painfully, rebuilt into something I never could have imagined.I'm standing in my office at the International Omega Rights Coalition headquarters, looking at the wall covered with photographs and news clippings documenting our progress. Legislative victories. Rescued omegas. Convicted conspirators. Policy reforms across six territories. Thousands of lives changed because people were willing to fight for justice.And somehow, impossibly, I'm at the center of it all."You're doing that thing again," Ivan's voice comes from the doorway. "Getting lost in reflection when you have a meeting in ten minutes."I turn to face my primary mate, feeling the bond hum with contentment just from his presence. "Just thinking about how far we've come.""We have come far." He enters and wraps his arms ar

Avalon's POVIt's both opportunity and risk. Testifying would legitimize the work, bring my behind-the-scenes operations into official recognition, potentially expand resources and coordination with other intelligence networks. But it would also expose me to legal scrutiny about past actions, make me public figure when I've carefully maintained anonymity, create target on my back for opposition forces who'd love to neutralize my effectiveness. I'm in the apartment with Kaelen when the summons arrives, both of us reading it with growing concern about implications. "This could be good or very bad," Kaelen observes. "Depends on what they're actually asking and why." "The summons is vague. They want testimony about 'intelligence methodologies and effectiveness in supporting policy reforms.' Could mean they want to expand similar operations. Or could mean they're investigating whether we've broken laws gathering this intelligence." "You need to discuss this with Jason and Ivan before d

Avalon's POV The intelligence reports spread across my desk tell the story of conservative opposition movements I've been tracking for three years now. I've become very good at this work - identifying funding sources, mapping coordination networks, predicting tactics before they're deployed. It's what I do best, operating behind the scenes to facilitate others' public-facing advocacy. No one outside our immediate circle knows most of this work comes from me. My name doesn't appear on reports distributed to advocacy organizations. I don't present findings at strategy meetings. I provide intelligence to Ivan and Jason, who decide how to use it, and I remain invisible. This suits me perfectly. My controversial past would undermine the work if people knew Lord Ravenscrest's son was providing intelligence supporting omega rights. Better to be effective shadow operator than compromised public figure. "You've traced the funding through how many shell organizations?" Ivan asks, reviewing