Novels by authorelena7

I barely had time to steady myself before be spun me back to face the wall, one hand still in my hair, the other reaching for the bottle of lube sitting on the shower shelf.“Asher…” I started, my voice hoarse and raw.He cut me off.I heard the click of the cap. Cold gel dripped between my cheeks; his fingers spread it roughly, pushing one slick finger inside me without warning. I jerked, a strangled sound tearing out of my throat.“Relax,” he muttered against my ear, though there was nothing gentle in it. He worked a second finger in, scissoring, stretching me open with more lube. The burn was sharp. My cock twitched traitorously against the tile. “The bond wants this. Your body wants this. Stop pretending you’re above it.”“I don’t..” My voice cracked. “This isn’t what I... fuck..”He pulled his fingers free, slicked his cock generously with more lube, and lined up. The thick head pressed against me. One hard thrust and he buried himself halfway. The stretch tore a broken sound fro

Water streamed down his arm, darkening his sleeve, but he didn’t seem to care. Asher’s face was inches from mine, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitch.“You forget yourself,” he whispered, voice low and lethal. “You forget that every breath you take in this house is a gift I chose to give. And yet you spread your legs for someone else and wear his token like a prize?”I forced myself to hold his gaze, even as my knees threatened to buckle. The mate bond twisted in my chest like barbed wire, hot and unwanted. “You don’t own me, Asher. You never did.”His laugh was cold and humorless. “Don’t I?” He reached down and grabbed my wrist, twisting it just enough to make me wince. “Every scar on your body, every nightmare you wake from, those are mine. I carved myself into your life so deeply that you’ll never scrape me out. And you think some overnight lover can change that?”My free hand shot up and slapped him across the face.The sound cracked through the steam-filled room

I slipped out of Rhea’s room late in the night, my body still humming with residual heat and my legs slightly unsteady. I made it back to my own quarters without being seen and immediately headed for the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away the evidence of what we had done. I had fucked a female after some long time.I needed the water to wash her off me, not because I regretted it, but because I couldn’t afford to carry her scent into the daylight. Asher had eyes everywhere. One wrong whiff and he’d know. The mate bond already sat under my ribs like a constant, unwelcome pressure; the last thing I needed was him catching his sister's scent on my skin.I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand and stepped under the spray.Steam billowed up immediately, fogging the mirror and filling the small space with thick, wet heat. I tilted my head back and let the water pound against my face, my shoulders, the sore spots on my hips where Rhea’s fingers had gripped too hard. I closed

“Tell me do you still want more.” Rhea murmured after some time. "Yes,” I muttered. “I want your mouth, your hand… all of it. I want more, Rhea.” “Good.” She smiled rising , dark eyes gleaming with hunger, then kissed her way down my body slowly, teasing every sensitive spot until I was shifting under her. When she settled between my thighs, she wrapped her fingers around my cock that hardened again and stroked it once, slow and firm. Her hot breath ghosted over the head, making me twitch. “Already this hard again for me,” she praised, before leaning in. She didn’t just lick. She claimed. One broad, filthy drag of her tongue from the base of my balls all the way up the underside of my cock, then she opened wide and swallowed me in one ruthless glide until her nose pressed against my stomach. The sudden wet heat and tight constriction ripped a broken shout from my throat. She held me there, throat working around the head, swallowing deliberately so the muscles milked me. When

I limped down the corridor, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Every step sent fresh fire through my side, but I kept my head high until I turned the corner and disappeared from their sight. Only then did I let my shoulders slump.The moment I reached my room, I shut the door and leaned against it, breathing hard. The moonstone pendant still rested warm against my chest, but even its gentle glow couldn’t ease the storm inside me. I peeled off my torn, blood-stained clothes and cleaned my wounds as best I could, hissing at the sting. Then I crawled into bed, pulling the covers over my head.Sleep wouldn’t come.I tossed and turned for hours, the sheets tangling around my legs. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Calla’s mocking grin, heard Carleigh’s cold satisfaction, and felt Asher’s dismissive grip on my wrist. The betrayal burned hotter than the gashes in my side. My body ached and my heart ached worse. I tried to sleep but failed until I realized that the manor had grown quiet. The d

Just as I was still wondering, Calla took a slow step closer, clearly enjoying my reaction. “You’re awfully quiet. That’s not like you. Usually you have so much to say when you think you’re safe. What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue… or was it a wolf?” She asked but I ignored her.I turned away, jaw clenched, forcing my legs to keep moving despite the burning pain in my side. Every step felt like fire, but I was desperate to reach my room and get away from her poisonous presence. The mate bond was already pulling at me from somewhere deeper in the pack house.But as I passed her, she spoke again, her voice low and mocking. “By the way… I like your wolf, Dylan. That pretty white fur looks even better when it’s stained red with blood.”I lost it.I spun around so fast that pain exploded through my wounds, but I didn’t care. “You,” I hissed, voice shaking with rage and hurt. “It was you. You tried to kill me out there. Why? What the hell is wrong with you, Calla?!”She laughed softly, cle

BLAIR'S POVI woke up the next day and checked my e-mails. As expected, I had received one from Gary Kent last night."Hello Blair and David!First of all, thank you both once again for your enthusiasm today at the interviews! I'm sure I chose the right people for the job.As I already explained to you both, I'll expect you to work Mondays, Wednesday, and Fridays from 6 P.M to around midnight, but these first few days I'll just be explaining my new collection from top to bottom and go over each piece that I'll want to create, so you'll be leaving earlier.The address of my studio is: 264 Jennings Rd. 5th floor.You don't need to bring any materials with you, only some comfortable clothes you don't mind staining (since you're painters I assume it's your entire closet ahahah).If you have any questions please send me a text. I'll leave my phone number attached (I hate e-mails, they're so formal).Alright, that's all I got for you guys. See you on tomorrow!Take care!PS: If you call me

FELIX'S POV"Blair, we need to talk." I said as I fired up the car engine. The parking lot was empty at that time, so my anxiousness was at bay. However, I was still vigilant. If any faculty member saw me, I wasn't sure if I could give a justifiable reason why a student of mine was in my car at 8 o'clock at night."I think we do." He said softly, a hint of nervousness in his voice.I don't know what took over me in my office, but all I could see was him. He consumed me, body and mind, and even though I was the one in control, ironically, I felt like I had lost it, like I had completely surrendered to my most primal desires. I had been battling with my mind, convincing myself that the attraction I felt for him was nothing serious, that I could easily see him every day and suppress my irrational, damning emotions.For as hard as I tried to stay away, he pulled me in, and I didn't want it to stop.When I sent him the text telling him that I was in my office, deep down I knew what would h

After my response, something sparked in him. Swiftly, he pinned both my hands above my head, taking me by surprise. He looked me in the eyes, his gaze piercing through me."There's probably nobody on this floor at this hour, but I'm not taking any chances. You'll have to be quiet for once, Mr De Montmorency. Do you think you can manage that?"The look of desire on his face made my stomach flip and my knees tremble. With one hand gripping my wrists and the other trailing down my body, I was completely entranced by his beauty. His wild hair, his strong shoulders, his confident hands, his wide chest, all of him was consuming me.His free hand found its way under my trousers. I gasped when he brushed his fingers against my throbbing dick inside my pants."Tell me to stop and I'll stop." He said gently, diving into my neck, kissing my skin.I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Finally having sex with a fellow man.He grazed his middle finger softly over the middle of my pants. I

Blair’s pov.I pulled out my phone as I walked slightly behind the other students who were exiting the building. I opened a new text, excitement taking over my body.BLAIR: I have news. Where are you?Just before I had time to put my phone away, it lit up.DR REYNOLDS: My office.The two-word message was enough to convince me to go there. It felt right to give him the news in person. I also had a strange feeling that he was perhaps behind this: did Dr Reynolds give Mr Kent a hint as to which student to choose? No, he didn't seem like the type of professor who did that, especially given our... complicated stance.One thing I was certain of, our conversation at the museum was a contributing factor to Gary's decision.I headed upstairs to the last floor. I remembered the last time I had been there, when I showed Dr Reynolds my painting. I shuddered, trying to forget how harshly he had treated me.I adjusted my trousers, pulling them up, before I knocked on his office door. He softly said

"Alright everybody," Gary Kent said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. "Thanks so much for being here today, I really appreciate it. So, this is how this is gonna work: I'll call you one by one until I've spoken to all of you. I think I'll be able to give you an answer at the end of the interviews, but we'll see. There aren't many of you, so this should be quick."Gary was an interesting guy. When compared to Professor Reynolds, he didn't command the same respect, he didn't talk in an intimidating way or even gave the impression that he was indeed older than us. He looked very jovial, his energy easing everyone. He made us feel like we were just going to have a chat as opposed to a formal interview. I liked that.One by one, the students were called. I sat on the corridor floor, leaning against the wall. The rest of the students that were waiting spoke among themselves, but I chose to use that waiting time to set up an account on a private tutoring website. I had thought a

BLAIR’S POVI woke up feeling refreshed and well rested, which was odd given what had happened the day before between Dr Reynolds and I. Maybe the conversation we had at the gate put me at ease, and the text we shared that night only made me realize that maybe what we had done wasn't that bad. After all, he didn't seem mad or distant. He was quite the opposite actually.But the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if there was something about him that explained his composure. I think it's probably because he’s gay, and he’s used to to kissing fellow men.When I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day, I decided I'd put a little more effort into my appearance. I opted for fitted dark jeans and a crisp button-down shirt which I tucked in. I styled my hair neatly and applied cologne.After making a quick breakfast, I headed out the door, eager to get to Dr Reynolds' class. I had done all the readings and was feeling strangely confident.Maybe it was the text we share