Chapter: CHAPTER 200: ONE CHOICEKNOX’S POVNathaniel drops to the mud.Queenie rushes to him, wrapping herself around him, pressing her hands to the marks my fingers left on his throat. He waves her off and gets to his knees again, facing me, head bowed. Waiting.I turn back to the river. Ember is standing in the shallows, the water around her knees, my violence and Nathaniel’s plea still hanging in the cold air between all of us.She’s shaking — the heat fading, the cold taking over, her body finally coming down from the compound’s assault.But her eyes, when they find mine, hold something I haven’t seen directed at me in a very long time.Trust. Fragile, bruised, conditional trust, the kind that has survived everything we’ve done to each other and is still standing and still choosing to stand and still reaching for me across the distance of our damage.We need to move.Whatever bullshit Logan said comes back to me. But that would be dealt with later.For now, Ember needs warmth and shelter and medical attention.Ra
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Chapter: CHAPTER 199: ONE MORE CHANCEKNOX’S POVEvery fibre of the wolf, every instinct, every molecule of possessive territorial need that I have spent my entire life suppressing surges to the surface with a force that makes my vision go gold and my fangs extend and my mouth finds the curve of her neck where the mating mark belongs.The precise spot, the exact location, the place where my teeth would sink and the bond would seal and she would be MINE in a way that transcends language and law and death itself.My teeth graze her skin. She shivers. Whispers “please” again and the word is a key turning in a lock I have kept shut for a decade.My jaw begins to close—“STOP.”The voice comes from the riverbank and it’s Nathaniel, on his knees in the mud and snow, and beside him Queenie, also on her knees, both of them kneeling with their heads bowed and their bodies trembling in submission.The oldest form of it. The gesture a wolf makes when approaching an alpha in a state of feral possession and hoping to survive the encou
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Chapter: CHAPTER 198: MARK MEKNOX’S POV“Knox—” She can’t speak. I’m not letting her.Each thrust drives the words from her mouth and replaces them with sounds more honest than language — gasps and moans and the wet, broken whimpering of a woman being fucked open by the man she loves in a way she’s never been fucked before because no one has ever been this close.My cock is buried inside her pussy and my heart in her hands and the terrifying, annihilating truth that I would die for this woman and I would kill for this woman and if she asked me to choose between the crown and being inside her in this river I would throw the crown into the water and watch it sink.Phantom is surging.I can feel the wolf pressing against my skin, my eyes flickering gold, my canines elongating, the feral gene responding to her heat and the grip of her cunt and the bond with a ferocity that wants to consume her.Devour, take her so completely that the line between his body and hers dissolves.I want to crawl inside her ribcage and liv
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Chapter: CHAPTER 197: WORSHIPINGKNOX’S POVI worship one breast with my mouth while my fingers work her pussy in deep, curling strokes, my thumb circling her clit in tightening spirals.The sounds filling the space between us are filthy and holy at the same time — the wet slide of my fingers inside her, the splash of water as her hips roll, the broken gasps falling from her mouth.“You taste divine.” The words spill against her skin between my teeth. “Every inch of you. Every breath. Every sound you make. Do you understand what you are to me? You are the only thing I have ever wanted badly enough to destroy myself for, and I would do it again, I would burn this forest down and the next one and the one after that, I would raze every kingdom I’ve ever built to fucking ASH if it meant keeping you safe and warm and making these sounds for me and only me.”She comes with a violence that nearly breaks my grip on her.Her pussy clamps down on my fingers so hard I feel it in my shoulder and her spine arches and she screams
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Chapter: CHAPTER 196: HUNGER AND HEATKNOX’S POVHer hands find my face. My jaw. The gash across my cheekbone from Rafael’s claws, the split in my lip, the bruises layered on top of bruises.She traces each one with her fingertips and the tenderness of it destroys me more completely than any wound Rafael inflicted because this woman was stripped and pinned to the ground and almost claimed by another man and she’s touching MY injuries like I’m the one who needs caring for.“How did you find me?” Her voice is small. So small. The voice of a girl, not a woman, stripped back to something young and bewildered and afraid. “You were in Switzerland. You were thousands of miles away. How did you—”I take her hand from my face and press it flat against my chest. Over the heartbeat that has been hers since before I had the courage to admit it.“I felt you.” The confession comes out raw and unpolished. “I don’t know how. I can’t explain it in any way that makes sense. But somewhere over the Atlantic, something in my chest ripped open
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Chapter: CHAPTER 195: 48 HOURSKNOX’S POVIt’s hardly a fight, and more like an extermination. Every wolf that crosses the perimeter I’ve drawn in my mind around Ember’s position dies.I don’t give warnings. I don’t posture or snarl or give them the chance to retreat.They came for my woman and that is a death sentence and I deliver it with the cold commitment of a man who has found, for the first time in his life, something worth protecting badly enough to become the thing everyone always feared he was.Six wolves. Maybe seven.I lose count because counting requires the part of my brain that’s currently occupied by the sound of Ember whimpering behind me and every whimper is a lash across the part of my conscience that knows I caused this by leaving.At the final point of the clearing is a face I didn’t think I’d see in a while.Logan.He’s standing at the edge of the tree line, battered and bloody from whatever my purge of his wolves cost him, watching me with wide eyes that had just witnessed his men get slaught
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Chapter: 74: GROPED AND BRED ON PUBLIC TRANSIT (3)CHAPTER 3: SWALLOW BEFORE THE CAKE PIPER'S POV Grayson freezes with his tongue buried inside me. "Y-yeah!" My voice comes out high, strangled. Grayson hasn't moved — his tongue is still deep in my pussy, his hands still spreading my ass wide. "Just changing! I spilled something on my bikini!" "Oh okay, honey. Have you seen Gray? Can't find him anywhere." Grayson's tongue curls inside me and starts moving again, slower but relentless. I bite down on my fist so hard I taste blood. "No, Daddy! Haven't seen him! Maybe he went to get more ice!" A pause that lasts a century. "Alright, well, we're cutting the cake soon. Don't take too long!" His footsteps retreat. The second he's gone, Grayson starts eating me again — faster now, more urgent, his tongue fucking into me while his thumb attacks my clit and two thick fingers shove inside me, curling hard against my g-spot. "
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Chapter: 74: GROPED AND BRED ON PUBLIC TRANSIT (2)CHAPTER 2: SHE COMES WHEN I SAY SHE COMES(TW: DUBCON, PUBLIC GROPING)"Count the hands," he whispers in my ear. "Feel how many men want to touch you right now. Feel how many men are going to make you come on this train."I try to count but his fingers curl inside me and someone's thumb finds my clit and I lose track, I lose everything except the pressure building in my core like a tide I can't stop, can't control, can't even slow down.Because every time I get close to thinking clearly another hand touches me somewhere new — groping my fat tits harder, pinching and twisting my nipples until they're swollen and aching, spreading my ass cheeks so wide I feel exposed.And someone is now rubbing my clit in fast, rough circles while two sets of fingers pump in and out of my soaked cunt."She's close." A different voice, deeper, from my left. "I can feel her clenching.""Not yet." The first voice, commanding. "She comes when I say she comes. Keep her on the ed
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Chapter: 74: GROPED AND BRED ON PUBLIC TRANSIT (1)CHAPTER 1: STRANGER AFTER STRANGER(TW: DUBCON, PUBLIC GROPING)The 7:42 train is always packed but today it's something else entirely, bodies crushed together so tight I can feel the buttons of the man in front of me pressing through my blouse, can smell the perfume of the woman beside me mixing with coffee breath and sweat and the metallic tang of the rails under us. I grab the overhead strap because there's nowhere else to hold and I plant my feet and I resign myself to another thirty minutes of being sardined between strangers while I think about the grocery list and the meeting at nine and whether Jerry remembered to take the trash out this morning like I asked him three times before I left.A hand touches my thigh and I don't think anything of it because hands are everywhere in this crush, elbows and shoulders and briefcases bumping against me from every direction, and it's just another accidental brush of—The fingers curl inward.My skin prickle
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Chapter: 73: ROAD TRIP CREAMPIE: STEPMOM EDITION (6)CHAPTER 6: RIDE ME, MOMMYDELILAH'S POV“A little training?”“Mm-hm.” I clench around him and he gasps, his cock twitching back to life already. “You didn’t think this was a one-time thing, did you? Stepmommy has so much to teach you. We’ve barely scratched the surface.”He is getting hard again. Already. The resilience of youth.“But first,” I push him off gently, feeling his cum gush out of me the second he pulls out in a hot, sticky flood that soaks the backseat. “We need to get you to college. Your dorm awaits.”“Fuck the dorm.”“Later.” I wink at him. “Now clean up and drive. I’ll sit here and feel you dripping out of me the whole way.”The dorm is chaos. Parents everywhere, moving boxes, tearful goodbyes. I smile and wave and make small talk while Beckett’s cum slowly leaks into my panties, the warm, sticky mess squelching between my thighs with every step. No one suspects a thing.His room is a single — thank god. His roommate is
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Chapter: 73: ROAD TRIP CREAMPIE: STEPMOM EDITION (5)CHAPTER 5: LESSON ONE: DON'T BE GENTLEDELILAH'S POVHe pushes deeper. And deeper. Until his balls are pressed against my ass and I am stuffed fuller than I have ever been in my life. He is so deep I can feel him in my stomach, the fat head pressing right against my cervix like he is knocking on the door of my womb. Feel him pressing against places his father has never reached, could never reach. My pussy walls flutter and clench around him, milking his thickness, creaming so heavily that it squirts out around his base and soaks his balls.“You’re so tight,” he breathes, wonder in his voice. “You’re so fucking tight.”“And you’re so fucking big.” I clench around him and he groans, the sound raw. “Now fuck me, baby. Show stepmommy what you’ve got.”He starts to move. Clumsy at first — the strokes uneven, the rhythm off. He does not know what he is doing. Does not know how to use his body yet.But he is learning.“Slower,” I instruct, grippin
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Chapter: 73: ROAD TRIP CREAMPIE: STEPMOM EDITION (4)CHAPTER 4: YOU'RE A VIRGIN?DELILAH'S POV“I’ve done stuff,” he says defensively. “I’m not—it’s just—”“Have you ever fucked someone?”Silence.“Have you ever had your cock inside a pussy?”More silence. The red has spread from his ears to his cheeks.My sweet, cocky, inexperienced stepson. All that bravado, all that confidence — and he has never actually done the deed. Probably had some sloppy blowjobs from girls who did not know what they were doing. Maybe got his fingers wet at a party once.But he has never fucked anyone.And I get to be his first.I can’t resist anymore. While he’s still trying to process my question, I reach over and grab his right hand off the steering wheel. His fingers are big and thick — almost as thick as two of mine. Perfect.“Give me this,” I whisper, my voice shaking with need. I guide his hand between my spread thighs and press his fingers against my soaked, puffy cunt. “Feel how wet your step
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