Novels by Anna Stac

Derrick's pov Jessica's hand kept stroking Richard's massive black cock right there on the dance floor, her fingers sliding up and down that thick shaft, smearing the pre-cum leaking from the fat head. The crowd around us thickened, eyes glued to the show—my wife on her knees, worshipping a stranger's dick like a desperate slut. My own cock throbbed in my pants, leaking so much I felt the wet spot growing. "We gotta take this somewhere private," Richard growled, his voice deep and commanding as he hauled her up by the arm. Jessica grinned at me, her lipstick smudged, eyes wild with lust. "What do you say, babe? Ready to watch me get fucked by this monster?" I nodded, throat dry, my submissive side kicking in hard. "Yeah, let's go. Make it our anniversary gift." We stumbled out of the club into the humid night air, Jessica sandwiched between us, her dress hiked up so high I could see the curve of her ass cheeks. Richard called an Uber, and as soon as the black SUV pull

Derrick's povIt was our third anniversary, and she'd been teasing me for months about her fantasy of getting railed by a big black cock while I watched like the pathetic dick I am. She looked like pure sin tonight, her curvy body poured into a skintight red dress that barely covered her thick ass and hugged her heavy tits. The hem rode up her thighs with every step, flashing the black lace thong underneath, and her heels clicked against the sticky floor as she grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the bar. “This is it, babe,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, eyes sparkling with that hungry gleam. “I'm gonna find the perfect bull to stretch my white pussy tonight.” My dick twitched in my jeans just hearing her say it, already half-hard from the drive over.We grabbed drinks whiskey for me, something fruity and strong for her and she downed it fast, licking her lips before dragging me to the dance floor. The lights very dim, bodies grinding everywhere, and Jessica wasted

sienna's pov My phone buzzed in my pocket during the afternoon lecture, pulling me out of my daze. I'd spent the whole day feeling their eyes avoid me, Professor Marcus and Jeff, both acting like I was invisible. In the hallway between classes, Marcus had brushed past without a glance, his broad shoulders tense. Jeff, that smug bastard, hadn't even smirked when our paths crossed in the staff lounge. It burned, the cold shoulder after what we'd done before. My pussy throbbed just thinking about it, wet and needy, but they ignored me like I was nothing. Then the text hit: "Faculty meeting room. Now. Don't make me wait, slut." It was from an unknown number, but I knew. Aggressive, pissed-off tone. My heart raced as I slipped out of the building, the campus buzzing with students oblivious to the filth I craved. The faculty meeting room was on the second floor of the admin building, a sterile space with a massive oak table that could seat twenty, surrounded by high-backed chair

Sienna's POV My body trembled as Marcus kept slamming into me, his cock stretching my pussy to its limits with every ruthless thrust. Sweat dripped down my back, mixing with the slick mess between my thighs. I was lost in the rhythm, my nails digging into the desk as I pushed back against him, chasing that building pressure deep inside. "That's it, you filthy little slut," Marcus grunted, his fingers bruising my hips. "Take every inch like the cock-hungry student you are. I'm gonna fill this tight cunt up soon." "Yes, Professor! Cum inside me! Breed my pussy!" I cried out, my voice hoarse from all the screaming. The words spilled from my lips without thought, fueling the fire raging through me. His pace quickened, hips snapping harder, balls smacking my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids. The office door suddenly creaked open, and I froze mid-moan. Footsteps halted abruptly. I twisted my head just enough to see Jeff, Marcus's colleague from the history department, stan

Sienna's pov I tossed and turned all night, my sheets twisted around my legs like they were trying to hold me down. Sleep wouldn't come, not with my mind replaying every second of what happened in professor Marcus's office yesterday. In my dreams, I was on my knees, his thick cock stretching my lips wide as I sucked him deep, gagging on his length while he gripped my hair and fucked my mouth. Then it shifted, he flipped me over his desk, slamming that massive dick into my tight pussy, pounding me so hard the whole room shook. I woke up soaked, my fingers buried in my cunt, rubbing frantically until I came with his name on my lips. Fuck, I needed him again. My pussy throbbed just thinking about it, aching for that rough stretch. The next day dragged on forever. Classes blurred by, my focus shot because all I could picture was Marcus's commanding stare, his strong hands pinning me down. When the final bell rang, I lingered in the hallway, heart pounding as I waited for any

Sienna's pov The classroom felt empty now that all the other students had shuffled out, their backpacks slung over shoulders and chatter fading down the hall. But I stayed behind, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, my thighs squeezed together under the desk to hide how soaked my panties were. Professor Marcus was packing up his notes at the front, his broad shoulders straining against that crisp white shirt, and I couldn't stop staring at the bulge in his pants. It was there, thick and hard, pressing against the fabric like it knew exactly what I wanted. I'd been wet all lecture, squirming in my seat every time he glanced my way, his deep voice making my pussy throb. At 21, I was the ultimate college slut, craving my teacher's control, and today, after weeks of teasing looks and whispered hints, I was ready to beg for it right here in this public space where anyone could walk in. I bit my lip, my tight body buzzing with need as I stood up slowly, my short skirt hugging

Rowan’s pov My wrist were red, the leather straps were tight. Julian had tied me down before he left. My legs hurt, each time I moved my skin felt like I was being pierced by a needle. I wasn’t pregnant, I knew it. My stomach felt empty. Julian had been trying for days, but nothing was happening. My body didn’t want his child. I remembered what he said. we continue tonight. The door opened. I saw the boots, they were not Julian’s boots. Julian’s boot were heavy, they were lighter. It was Marcus. He walked to the bed, looked at my wrists. He didn’t say anything just reached down and unlocked the leather. He did my arms and then my legs. “Why are you doing this?” I finally summoned courage to ask, my voice was dry. “The council elders are mad,” Marcus said as he sat on the bed. “If you don’t get pregnant soon, they will send you to the labs.” I felt cold, I knew about the labs. My father had told me and my twin sister that they put women in cages and use them until they die. "

Julian’s Pov I stepped out of Rowan's room and pulled the door shut. “Julian.” I looked up seeing Marcus standing at the end of the hall. A breeder is supposed to be quiet but it seems Rowan is something else and she does not know yet about it. My thought flashed to Sabrina. Yes her, I headed to the drawing room because I knew she will be there. I threw the door open. Sabrina was sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in her hands. She looked up and gave a smile. “Julian, darling. You looked stressed,” she said walking over to me seductively. “Let me take your stress away for you.” “You went to her room,” I stood taking her hands off me.” Why? I need answers now…” My voice harsh and cold. I can see the fear in Sabrina’s eyes as her eyes went wide. “I don’t know what you are taking about,” she lied. “Don’t play with me, Sabrina. I smelled your perfume and saw the burns on her legs.” I grabbed her chin, raising her face up to meet her eyes. “I… I didn’t…” she stammered.

Julian’s Pov “It has been three years, Julian,” Elder Silas said. “This pack need an heir, without it moon haven will be taken by the Macauley pack.” “I know about that, Silas,” I said “you don’t have to remind me.” “We have the girl, she is moon bound. The problem will be resolved soon.” " Is it?" Marcus asked beside me, his voice cold. "She is stubborn and has not shifted yet.” “How will she then accept the bond?” “Then force the bond.” Silas said angrily. “We dont need her to love you, we just need her to bear an heir.” “ if she doesn’t show signs of a child soon, the council will vote for her to be move to the breeding labs.” The labs were a death sentence. No one ever comes back from there. “She stays here,” I stood up angrily. “Everyone gets out.” They all stood up looking terrified and they left. I walked out of the room, Marcus following behind me. “The north wing is a nightmare, Julian,” my twin said as we walked the long hallway to the living quarters.

Rowan Pov I remembered how they walked out of the room without looking at me. I closed my eyes, praying to get some sleep but all I could see was my sister triumphant smile. “See you in hell, dear sister,” she had said I shaked the thoughts out of my head. My body felt heavy aching in pain. They didn’t want a mate. They wanted the power hidden in my blood- the Moon Bound wolf. I thought of dylan, how he had looked at me with hatred while my sister stood by his side yesterday. They are probably waking up in each other arms celebrating my execution. The pain I felt knowing my twin planned everything. She stole my mate, framed me for treason and suggested that I be executed by the Knox twins. The door swing open, I feared the alphas are back to bred me instead it reveal Sabrina. “Still in bed?” She smiled in a mean way, stepping into the room and kicking the door shut behind her with a loud bang. “I suppose you think you have won something valuable because you spent t

Rowan’s Pov The bedroom was silent, except for the sound of my own ragged breathing and the clinking of the wine bottle I had dropped on the floor. Julian and Marcus didn’t wait. They moved towards me like predators who had finally cornered their prey. Julian’s hand gripped the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my long black hair as he pulled my head back. His grey eyes were dark, swirling with a hunger that made my knees weak. “Mine,” he whispered against my lips, his breath smelling of the same expensive wine I had just gulped down. He crashed his lips onto mine, his kiss was hard and demanding. It wasn’t like Dylan’s. Dylan’s kisses had been sweet and familiar, but this…. This felt like being consumed by fire. On my left, I felt Marcus cool fingers trail down my spine. I shivered, a low moan escaping my throat into Julian’s mouth. Marcus leaned into my ear, his voice very calm, a smooth contrast to Julian’s rough energy. “Don’t fight it, Rowan. Your body know

ROWAN’S POVHis words hit me like a fucking slap across my face. 'All that matters is that you bear us a child.' I stared at Julian with my fork frozen mid air. The hurt from his words was like a knife being twisted in my chest, making my eyes burn with tears.Before I could stop myself, my voice snapped in uncontrollable anger. "I'm more than just a sex object or your fucking breeder! I'm also a person! A person who didn't betray her pack, who didn't sell our borders to the rogues! I'm not a fucking baby machine, you can't just reduce me to that!"Then silence took over the grand dining room, Julian and Marcus just stared at me with unreadable, blank expressions. They were looking at me like I was a child who just threw a silly tantrum. Immediately the anger in me was replaced with embarrassment and my cheeks heated up. My outburst was hanging in the air like a bad joke.Marcus broke the awkward silence first. "We are right next to you, Rowan. We can hear you perfectly well, you didn