Novels by KattyKatt

POV: IVY STERLING Monday, 7:00 AM.The morning light was born with a lead-gray sky that seemed to crush the roofs of the mansion.I stood in front of the master bedroom mirror, adjusting the high collar of my black silk shirt with nervous fingers as I observed the trace of Friday night that still throbbed on my skin.The fabric brushed against Killian's mark, and every contact sent an electric shock that reminded me of his weight, his scent, and the way his fangs had claimed my soul.I knew what was coming wouldn't be easy. The air in the house was saturated with a tension that could be cut with a knife, but I couldn't stay locked up. Not today."I must go to the university" I whispered to the empty room."He claimed us, Ivy. Goddess, we belong to him now!" purred my wolf, but her voice sounded strangely docile.I ignored her submission and went straight to my room. I took a shower and put on a fitted skirt with a turtleneck shirt to cover the mark.The reality is that I hadn't seen

Killian passed by me, looking at me with that expression that would have killed a common man, and walked directly toward the mahogany mini-bar. “Stop the nonsense, Caleb” he hinted, pouring himself a glass of neat whiskey. “I didn't mark her for that. It was the only way to save her from the Richards' interference.” But for a second his hand stopped before bringing the glass to his lips. I let out a mocking laugh. I had known Killian since we were pups. He wouldn't mark a woman, especially not a she-wolf without a pure lineage, unless he was hopelessly in love with her. However, his Alpha pride was his only defense, but to me, it was transparent as crystal. It was obvious that Killian was in love to the core with that girl, even if he'd rather burn the world down before admitting it. “Sure, and I'm a cat” I said ironically. “Admit it, that pup is your addiction. But anyway, changing the subject, the dean sent a message. There's an urgent faculty meeting at the university to deal

He was dressed in an impeccable black suit, his hair perfectly combed back, and an expression of coldness that made me wince.He stopped at the foot of the bed, looking at me as if I were an asset he had just acquired.Without saying a word, he pulled out a new mobile phone, matte black in color, and tossed it onto the blankets right in front of me.“What is this?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.“Your old life is dead, Ivy. Your father, the Richards, your university friends... all of that is over,” his voice was glacial, without a hint of emotion. “From now on, you only answer to this number.”“You can't just erase my life, Killian,” I told him, trying to sound brave despite the mark on my neck throbbing at his proximity.“I already did,” he leaned over me, resting his hands on the mattress, trapping me in his shadow. “You are a Blackwood now. And Blackwoods don't mix with trash. Learn to use it.”He turned around and left the room without looking back, while my fingers, still

POV: IVY STERLINGThe world shrank to a point of white agony that was born in my neck and expanded like poison down my spine.I felt Killian's fangs piercing so deeply that the sound of the cartilage giving way echoed inside my skull; but what truly tore me apart was not the steel of his teeth, but the definitive rupture of the bond with Mark.The connection with Mark vanished in a silent scream from my wolf, an agony that left me breathless while Killian's mark began to burn in my neck like molten iron.I could feel his semen burning me inside, claiming my womb, while his mark claimed my soul.However, after his massive cock left my cunt, my lungs seemed to collapse. I tried to breathe, but the air refused to enter. My eyes rolled back and the office began to spin.Killian's bloody face was the last thing I saw before the darkness claimed me completely.My wolf, exhausted by the rupture of the bond and the domination of the hybrid, curled up in a corner of my mind and shut down.***

POV: KILLIAN BLACKWOODThe moment I sank into her, the outside world ceased to exist.The sound of flesh clashing against wood was the only thing that surpassed Ivy's soul-shattering scream when I penetrated her in a single thrust.I felt how her walls, narrow and virginal, stretched to the absolute limit to make way for my girth. Her vagina was heating my cock, as if I were penetrating a boiling silk glove that tried to expel me and suck me in at the same time.I stayed motionless for a second, enjoying the almost painful pressure of her sex surrounding my cock. I was so goddamn tight that I felt my own blood throb with force in the tip of my member.“Damn it, Ivy...” I growled against her nape, inhaling the scent of her fear and her excitement. “Look at you. You’re devouring me. I knew this little hole was made to be reclaimed by me.”Ivy didn't respond with words, only with a sob that transformed into a rhythmic gasp. I withdrew my cock almost completely, letting only the tip brush

POV: THIRD PERSONKillian felt like a dark God before an altar of white flesh and submission.In front of him, Ivy Sterling was undone, her skin flushed and her eyes clouded by a lewdness she herself refused to process, while her legs were spread wide, exposing her pink and glistening intimacy to his wolfish gaze.He wasted no time; he curled the corner of his lips into a predatory smile and, without warning, sank his fingers into her again, taking her by surprise with an internal thrust that ripped a ragged moan from her, lost in the immensity of the office.He began to pump again with a sadistic force, his fingers entering and exiting her sex while his mouth returned to the center of her pleasure.Killian savored her vaginal lips, delighting in the metallic and sweet taste of her excitement, and then sucked her clitoris with a voracity that made Ivy writhe.His eyes, on the other hand, watched as his hand sank into that pink and narrow cavity, admiring the contrast of his tanned ski