Novels by Whisper

The storm rattled the windows like it wanted in.Noah sat slouched on the hotel bed, shirt undone, tie hanging loose around his neck. He had a half-empty glass of whiskey on the nightstand, another untouched bottle waiting beside it. He was tired, bone-deep tired, but too wired to sleep. Business trips always left him like this—lonely, restless, full of thoughts he didn’t want to think.He hadn’t locked the door.The sound came quiet, the soft click of the handle, the muted thud of a shoe on carpet. He thought at first it was the storm, maybe the whiskey playing tricks on him, until the figure stepped fully inside.Noah jolted upright. “What the fuck—”The man shut the door behind him without a word. He leaned against it, watching Noah with eyes that glinted in the dim light. Dark hair, sharp cheekbones, leather jacket still dripping rain. He didn’t look like a guest. He looked like trouble.“Who the hell are you?” Noah demanded, heart thudding.The man smirked. “You left the door unl

The fight was over.Jace’s chest heaved as the ref lifted his arm in victory. His knuckles were split, his lip busted, sweat dripping into his eyes. The crowd screamed his name, some chanting, some waving bills in the air, but all Jace cared about was the ache in his body and the envelope waiting for him at the end.Money. That was always the point. The crowd could have him or hate him, he didn’t care. Rent was due.He shoved through the underground arena’s back corridor, ignoring the pats on the back from gamblers and fellow fighters. The locker room was empty, cold concrete and metal benches, smelling like sweat and blood. He sat heavily, pulled at the tape around his wrists, and hissed when it tugged at a cut.The door opened.Jace froze, expecting another fighter, maybe his handler. Instead, Alexander walked in.He didn’t belong in this world. Expensive suit, undone tie, a crystal glass of whiskey in hand like he’d just strolled out of some exclusive club. His shoes didn’t even sq

The office was quiet that night. Too quiet.Most of the staff had gone home, leaving only the hum of computers and the occasional creak of the building settling. Ethan sat at his desk, staring at the spreadsheets he hadn’t been able to focus on all day. His throat still burned, his lips were raw, and every time he swallowed he remembered the taste.He should’ve hated Damien more than ever. He should’ve walked out, handed in his badge, disappeared. But every time he thought of leaving, his body betrayed him. He remembered Damien’s hand gripping his throat, the roughness of his voice, the cruel satisfaction in his eyes as he used Ethan like he was nothing.And the worst part? Ethan had come in his pants while Damien humiliated him.The glass door to Damien’s office clicked open. Ethan flinched, head snapping up. Damien stood there in his shirtsleeves, jacket gone, tie loosened. His presence filled the room even though he didn’t raise his voice.“Conference room,” Damien said, and walked

Damien didn’t sleep that night.He sat in his car on the curb across from Ethan’s apartment, headlights off, the city humming faintly around him. He wasn’t even sure why he stayed. Control. Obsession. He told himself he just wanted to make sure Ethan went home and stayed put.But then, just past midnight, a girl appeared. Short dress, loud heels, too much lipstick. She buzzed into Ethan’s building, laughing into her phone, and Damien’s knuckles tightened on the steering wheel.His jaw worked as he watched her disappear inside. He waited. Waited longer. The lights on Ethan’s floor flicked on.He didn’t get out of the car. He didn’t storm upstairs, though his blood demanded it. Instead, he stayed where he was, face carved from stone, until finally, at three in the morning, he drove away.When Damien wanted to break something, he always waited. He was more dangerous after he waited.Ethan stumbled into the office late, dragging. He’d barely had time to shower and throw on a wrinkled shir

Damien slammed into that spot again and Ethan bowed like he was being pulled on a string."Three."Ethan broke. He spilled over Damien’s fist. He spilled over the desk. His body seized and fluttered around Damien and dragged a curse out of him that Ethan had never heard in any meeting. Damien fucked him through it. He kept Ethan pinned upright by the wrists. He chased his own edge with sharp drives until he groaned into Ethan’s neck and shuddered and stilled.Silence. The building breathed. The city glittered for no one. Ethan could hear their heartbeats in the quiet. Damien’s grip loosened. He let go of Ethan’s wrists and cupped his jaw and turned his face for a kiss. This one was slower. It was not gentle. It was ownership written in tongue and teeth. Ethan opened and met it and took it.Damien eased out. He dealt with the condom. He cleaned his hand with the kind of neat care he brought to a contract. He ran a damp wipe over Ethan’s stomach and over the smear on the desk. He smooth

Ethan blinked. The carpet was plush and dark and expensive. None of that mattered because the word landed like a command he had been waiting for for a year. He sank down."Look up. Keep your hands behind your back."Ethan did what he was told. His breath sawed slow. Damien undid his belt. He did not hurry. He watched Ethan watch him. He slid the zipper down. He drew himself out, already hard, the head flushed, a drop clinging there that made Ethan’s mouth flood."Do you want this?" Damien said."Yes.""Say it like you mean it.""I want your cock. Please.""Good boy."The praise hit Ethan like heat. Damien’s fingers threaded into his hair. He brought Ethan in with a slow pull. The first press of him against Ethan’s tongue made his belly tighten. He breathed out and opened wider. Damien went deeper. Ethan gagged a little. Damien made a low sound that was not quite a groan."Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose. Take me."Ethan did. He let Damien teach his mouth how to be used. H

Lucifer’s POVSam’s words were still burning through me. “I want you. Please let me have you.”I had been with others before. Many. Bodies, touches, sweat, the grind of need, I knew all of it. But never like this. Never with someone whose broken voice made my chest ache, never with someone I wanted to both protect and consume at the same time.And fuck, the way he looked at me, eyes wet, lips trembling, I swore I’d burn the world to ash if it meant he never cried again.I led him to the bed, my hand firm on his wrist, careful not to press too hard where he’d cut himself . I'd healed it but it was still not perfect. His skin was still warm, fragile under my touch, and I wanted to cradle it, kiss it, own it. He sat down first, his breath uneven, and I caged him in by standing between his legs.“You’re sure?” I asked, my voice low, already rough with the weight of my need.“Yes.” His whisper carried no hesitation this time. “I need you.”That was all I needed.I bent down, pressing my li

Sam’s POV“So when you said everyone knew you claimed me, it included our parents? And packs?” I asked in a freaked-out voice.Lucifer looked terribly calm, as though his father was not here at the entrance of the mansion, threatening to bring the walls down.“What do you think everyone means, baby?” he asked with a smirk, his morning shower still obvious from his wet hair falling in damp strands around his shoulders.He had the audacity to smirk? And at a time like this?Was he amused? I remembered the reasons I hated this bastard now.“You told them?” I asked, my eyes stinging. I hated that I was acting like a fucking bitch, but I couldn’t help it. Omega hormones were everywhere, and I was panicking so badly my hands trembled. Lucifer reached out and held them, his touch firm and hot against my skin.“Not intentionally, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry—don’t fucking shed a tear.” He tilted my chin up, forcing my eyes to his.I whimpered but tried not to shed a tear. “I can’t help it.”“T

Lucifer's POV Sam was lying close to me on the bed, he had wriggled out of my arms when I held him close. I guess it was just part of the things he couldn't accept… yet.“Baby?” I called him softly. He tussled on the bed but didn’t answer. I sighed out. I knew he fucking wasn’t asleep.“Sam.” I dragged the word out of my mouth.“I’m almost asleep.” He said, but his voice was too clear for someone who was almost asleep.“You can’t sleep?” I asked.That wasn’t good. The main reason I had even called him was to tell him that everyone knew about us. If he was already having a hard time sleeping, then it would only make him worse.“I just… everything is hard to process.” Sam said, and I reached for him, turning him to face me. His green eyes met my dark ones, and I brushed his hair away from his face.“What’s the problem, baby?”“Isn’t it weird, how I suddenly became an omega? I’m the Alpha’s son. Alpha in the making, just like you are, and suddenly…”“It’s because of the rejection.” I sa

Lucifer’s POVSo somehow, the meeting had managed to draw out every single atom of good mood I had leaving Sam at home.From talks about politics that honestly I couldn't care about, to the incident at Sam's proposal… that was where things were beginning to taste sour.My dad had called me outrageous for stepping in and told me to send him out if he was at my mansion, calling him weak and a liability.Yes, sure as fuck, I was pissed and blurted out that Sam and I were mates.I wanted to rub it in their fucking faces, but I guessed I took it too far. Honestly, I didn't care about my reputation, but Sam was still sensitive about everything and I ruined it all for him.Add it to my archives of fucking pissed and bad moods.But another good thing was how the hall suddenly became quiet and even my father, the almighty Alpha, had nothing to say for the first time. Well, I wasn't really going to waste any more patience on them. I needed it to stop myself from literally turning Sam over and s

Lucifer’s POVHe hadn’t been able to look me in the fucking eye throughout the next morning. I found it cute at first, but boy, it was beginning to wear me out, and for that reason I decided to take breakfast in his room, watching him.The healer had come and checked on him. He had been on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness, but she looked at me knowingly—whatever I did last night was sustaining the bond, but it also didn’t mean it could make him well.Two things.Whatever we did wasn’t just anything—my Sam had come with my name on his lips… how could I not replay that moment over and over again in my mind?Secondly… it only sustained the bond? He was still in the danger zone? I wanted him to be fucking strong again, not being sustained until who knows when his illness would elapse.I spread jam on my bread and peered at him, my attention not really on the bread but on him… who obviously still refused to meet my eyes.“Is the food not to your taste?” I asked him, because he’d

Sam’s POVI couldn’t speak as I stared into space… I wanted it. I wanted it so bad.“We won’t fuck, I promise, even though you need it to recover fully. But I’ll have to let you know you’re not as bad as you think.”“Okay,” I said.“You’ll let me, baby?”“Yes, but don’t call me that.” I chuckled, and he turned me to face him. I met his eyes and swallowed.His eyes were on my lips. “Will you let me kiss you?” he asked, and I nodded.I didn’t know why my heart hammered so loudly in my chest. He moved in and his lips met mine. I sighed out in what I found was relief. But then his tongue was in my mouth, stroking mine, his lips sucking on me. Slowly, I began kissing him back, closing my eyes and getting lost in the sensation.“You taste so sweet, baby.” He spoke and kissed the corner of my lips, rolling me over to my back, coming on top of me without exerting his full weight.He kissed me gently. I loved it. It was nothing like I had experienced before. I never really enjoyed kissing Dian