Novel-novel oleh Nobelpen

GINAThe rest of that morning unfolded slowly, like the world itself had agreed to move at our pace.After lingering beneath the sheets for about an hour, Keal finally pulled me gently from the bed, his fingers laced with mine as though letting go was no longer natural.“Let’s be productive today.” He said his face breaking into a chuckle.“Productive?” I teased softly. “On our honeymoon?”He leaned closer. “Very productive.”I laughed, swatting lightly at his chest before he guided me toward the bath.The bathroom was spacious, marble floors cool beneath our feet, sunlight filtering through frosted glass panels. The tub was already prepared; large enough for two, steam curling lazily into the air.Slipping into the warm water together felt intimate in a way that wasn’t rushed or urgent. It wasn’t about heat or hunger.It was about stillness.About learning the quiet spaces of each other.I sat between his legs, my back resting against his chest, while his arms wrapped loosely around

GINA I woke slowly, wrapped in warmth.For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. There was only the softness of sheets beneath my fingertips, the steady rhythm of breathing beside me, and the gentle spill of morning light across the room.Then I turned my head.And I saw him.Keal was lying on his side, facing me, his expression unguarded in sleep. The sharpness he carried as Alpha was gone. The command. The quiet dominance. All of it softened into something almost boyish.Peaceful.His hair fell slightly over his forehead, and one of his hands rested loosely against the pillow between us, close enough that our fingers almost touched.My chest tightened.How did I get so lucky?The question rose unbidden, and I didn’t fight it.I studied his face slowly; the familiar line of his jaw, the faint scar near his temple, the lips that had spoken vows to me only yesterday. Vows that had not been rushed or forced or demanded.A warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the sunl

DARIUS Mr. Howl sat across from me, rigid, his hands clasped together as though he were holding himself back from saying more than he already had that evening. Mrs. Howl sat beside him, silent but visibly displeased. Ria occupied the armchair near the window, her posture stiff, her expression distant.No one had offered me tea. The atmosphere had changed after I told them all I witnessed during my short stay at Gina's wedding. I ran a hand over my face. “When I watched her today…” My voice faltered unexpectedly. “When I saw the way he looked at her… I realized something.”No one interrupted.“She wasn’t trapped,” I continued. “She wasn’t broken. She wasn’t afraid.”I hesitated, the image replaying in my mind; Gina walking toward Keal with her head high, the entire pack watching her like she belonged there.“She was chosen,” I finished quietly. “And she chose him.”Mrs. Howl’s jaw tightened. She said nothing..The truth was ugly. I, we all had been very bad to Gina..Mr. Howl’s gaze

GINAI was still trembling from the orgasm he’d wrung from me with his mouth, but the sight of him, hard and throbbing and all for me, stoked a new fire.He stilled. Searched my face as I gathered my strength and rolled him off under me. The shift in power was heady, intoxicating. He let me move him, his big body yielding to my push until he was flat on his back on the mattress. The dark, possessive hunger in his eyes didn’t fade; it just changed, becoming a challenge.“I don’t want gentle,” he said, his voice a low, graveled rumble that vibrated through the bed and into my bones. “I want you fast and furious.”His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he said it, the cords in his neck standing out. The Alpha, even on his back, was issuing a command.A slow smile spread across my lips. “That’s what you are going to get,” I murmured, and leaned down to kiss him, hard and possessive, as I swung a leg over his hips.Straddling him was a revelation. The solid, muscular heat of his thighs und

KEALThe surprise in her eyes melted, transformed into something else; a delirious, dazed pleasure. She watched me mark her, her breath catching as each new splash of warmth hit her skin. A slow, sated smile spread across her lips, and she dragged a finger through the mess on her chest, bringing it to her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste me.“So sweet,” she whispered, the words a challenge and a promise.I remained hovering over her, my heart hammering against my ribs. I looked at my wife, glistening with my cum and tasting it. Something stirred in me, a primal animalistic growl came out of my check and I began to lap off her my copious cum, from her face, her chest, her breasts and her belly. When I was through with that I moved to her glistening pussy to click off the mixture of our mixed releases. She was moaning, crying as it all gave her pleasure. I remained hovering over her, my heart hammering against my ribs. I looked at my wife, glistening with my cum and tasting it. M

KEAL The sweet wedding wine was still on my tongue, but the only taste I craved now was hers. The fire in my veins had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with the woman standing before me, my wife, my Luna. My cock was a rod of iron, straining against my trousers, a painful, persistent throb that synced with the beat of my heart.Gods, I needed her.I set both our glasses down on the low table, the action deliberate, my movements tight with the control I was rapidly shedding. I turned her, my hands finding the delicate zipper at the back of her white lace dress. The sound of it parting was obscenely loud in the quiet room. She stepped out of the pooled fabric without a word, her back a pale, elegant curve in the moonlight from our window. My fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, the simple mechanism feeling like a complex puzzle. When it released, I peeled the lace away, and she turned.Gina.Only her panties remained, a scrap of silk against her skin. Her eyes… the

CARRIE Two weeks after Leo’s birthday, life had gradually slipped back into its gentle rhythm; work, home, laughter-filled evenings with my big and little boys, and the quiet comfort of routine. So when Anders called that Saturday afternoon, I didn’t think much of it. His voice was warm, steady, the same familiar tone he always used.“Carrie,” he said, “please be ready by seven. I’m taking you out tonight.”I smiled to myself. It wasn’t unusual for Anders to suggest a spontaneous dinner, especially after a long work week. He, Emmett, and Kwame had been attending a workshop all day, and I assumed he simply wanted a quiet evening with me. So I dressed the way I always did when he took me somewhere special, slipping into a soft champagne-colored dress that made me feel elegant without trying too hard. When he came for me he looked effortlessly handsome in a navy blazer and crisp shirt. His smile warmed me instantly.“You look breathtaking,” he whispered, his eyes twinkling.I flushed,

SHANEThe world came back in pieces. The slick heat of her skin under mine. The heavy scent of sex in the air. The ache in my muscles. But the silence inside my head was already breaking, shattered by the echo of Anders' low chuckle, the phantom brush of his hand on Carrie’s back. I pulled out of Shelby slowly, my softening cock dragging against her swollen flesh. She made a small, satiated sound, but I was already moving, already consumed.My arms hooked under her knees and behind her shoulders before she could even catch her breath. I lifted her off the sofa. She gasped, her arms looping instinctively around my neck, her body pliant and limp from her climax. “Shane?” Her voice was a husky whisper against my throat. I didn’t answer. I just carried her the few feet to the open space of carpet in front of the cold fireplace and set her down on all fours.The position was stark, vulnerable. Her back arched, the pale, perfect curves of her ass on full display for me. The sight should hav

SHANE My mind was so much coiling in tension by the time I finished up in my office later that day at the Blackwood Marketing headquarters. It was a physical ache, a hot coal lodged just under my sternum. I knew right then that I had to do something about it. And the only person who could douse the tension was Shelby. I called her and told her I was coming.I didn’t ring the bell at Shelby’s townhouse. I just pushed the door open. The familiar scent of her apartment hit me, soft and welcoming. It made me furious. I needed something harsher. Something real.Shelby appeared from the kitchen, a smile already forming on her pretty, practiced face. “Shane, you’re early. I was just…” She stopped, the smile faltering as she took me in. I knew what she saw: tie loose, collar undone, a wildness in my eyes that wasn’t usually there. “Shane?” she asked, her voice softer, cautious.I didn’t answer with words. I crossed the living room in three long strides to where she was standing, I wasn't g

SHANE Board meetings were supposed to energize me.At least, they used to.The room was full by the time I walked in; sleek suits, crisp papers, polished laptops, and the subtle hum of controlled excitement. This was my company, different entirely from Blackwood Marketing. It was the baby Liam and I had built from scratch, from late nights to boardrooms, from nothing to global influence. An investment/private Equity firm; Aurion Capital. Normally, the numbers alone would have put a fire in my veins.Not today.“Good morning, gentlemen,” I said as I took my seat at the head of the long glass table.“Morning, Shane,” a few of them echoed, nodding respectfully.Liam, who worked as the CEO of Aurion slid into the seat next to mine, whispering, “We’re about to blow their minds with these numbers. Smile a little.”I tried. I really did. But the muscles refused to cooperate.The CFO stood first, tapping his tablet. “We’ll begin with the quarterly financials. It has been… exceptional.”Char

ANDERSCarrie's house was quiet by the time I arrived. Leo had been bathed and was sleeping soundly, I didn't expect anything else. The little guy had a very hectic day. Sandy had retired too until the guestroom. Carrie was in the kitchen working on her laptop, her hair untied, the strands fell freely around her shoulders. She said a memo came in her email and she needed the quickly react to it.She looked exhausted, beautiful, but exhausted. My chest tightened at the sight of her. I hated the way the day had weighed her down, how she always tried to hide it behind a forced smile or a quick “I’m fine.” Tonight, she didn’t pretend. She just looked… tired.“I will draw a bath." I said quietly, stepping closer to kiss her on the cheek.She nodded, “thanks, sweet. I'm going to wrap this up in five minutes.”“Okay,” I said and left for the bathroom. I did my magic there and then returned to the kitchen to get her. She was logging off when I walked in. “Right on time,” she smiled tiredly a

CARRIE If I thought the morning had been magical, the afternoon was something else entirely.The sun finally pushed through the gray clouds, coating the station grounds in a soft, golden glow that made everything look airbrushed and perfect, balloons glittering, streamers waving gently, children running in joyful chaos. Music drifted over the speakers, light and cheerful, the kind that made you want to sway without realizing it.Leo was having the absolute time of his life.I could barely keep track of him. One moment he was toddling toward the bubble machine with his cousins, giggling as bubbles popped right beside his ears, and the next he was in the arms of a staff member who had shamelessly asked, “Can I steal the birthday boy for one minute?”Everyone wanted to hold him. Everyone wanted a picture. Everyone wanted to make him laugh.And he gave them all of it; giggles, claps, open-mouthed smiles, tiny excited kicks.Sofia’s team had set up separate sections: a kids’ activity zone