ログインJANEVERA'S POV A soft, melodic laugh floated in. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Traffic was murder. Please tell me I’m not too late?” My stomach dropped like a stone. Caesar stepped aside, and she glided into the living room like she owned every inch of it, tall, hourglass curves poured into a sleek black dress that hugged every line, makeup flawless, carrying a large silver case. Her gaze swept over me completely naked, flushed crimson, thighs glistening with cum and squirt, nipples peaked, lips swollen, hair a wild mess. The entire room reeked of raw, fresh sex, and there was no hiding it. One perfectly sculpted brow arched, slow and knowing, as her gaze raked over me, sprawled on the ruined, wet couch, skin gleaming with sweat, nipples still diamond-hard, Caesar’s crimson handprints still blazing across my ass and thighs like brands. Then her eyes slid to him, standing shirtless beside her, the soaked fabric of his boxers stretched obscenely over his still-rigid cock, the thick, angr
A soft, melodic laugh floated in. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Traffic was murder. Please tell me I’m not too late?” My stomach dropped like a stone. Caesar stepped aside, and she glided into the living room like she owned every inch of it, tall, hourglass curves poured into a sleek black dress that hugged every line, makeup flawless, carrying a large silver case. Her gaze swept over me completely naked, flushed crimson, thighs glistening with cum and squirt, nipples peaked, lips swollen, hair a wild mess. The entire room reeked of raw, fresh sex, and there was no hiding it. One perfectly sculpted brow arched, slow and knowing, as her gaze raked over me, sprawled on the ruined, wet couch, skin gleaming with sweat, nipples still diamond-hard, Caesar’s crimson handprints still blazing across my ass and thighs like brands. Then her eyes slid to him, standing shirtless beside her, the soaked fabric of his boxers stretched obscenely over his still-rigid cock, the thick, angry outline imposs
JaneVera’s POV Caesar stepped closer to the bed and pulled the duvet down, exposing my bare body. His eyes darkened the instant they landed on me, lingering on the faint sheen of arousal glistening between my parted thighs. A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips as his fingers hovered, tracing the damp apex of my thighs teasingly, sliding lightly over the sensitive skin, torturing me with the closeness, brushing and pressing just enough to make my pulse spike without giving me full relief. My breath hitched, body already responding to the tantalizing touch. “You had a morning orgasm already without me?” He growled, voice thick with heat and desire as he climbed onto the bed. “That’s supposed to be my morning meal, little flame… the first taste I take before you even wake.” I slid up against the headboard, my back pressing into it as the mattress dipped under his weight. My breath hitched, chest rising and falling rapidly, and heart hammering as his hand crept between my parted thig
Everything was going smoothly, so smoothly it almost irritated me. The engagement banquet looked rich, chandeliers glowed softly, tables aligned with surgical precision, and the dance floor gleamed, waiting for the “happy couple” to make their grand entrance. I kept doing what was expected, smiling, shaking hands, and welcoming guests like a man thrilled to be engaged. Across the hall, Olivia stood with her parents, playing the sweet, innocent fiancée so perfectly it almost looked natural. She smiled like an angel, soft and harmless, pretending she hadn’t forced me into throwing this banquet. Pretending she hadn’t pressured and threatened me, again and again, until I finally let go of Jane just to give her the perfect moment she demanded. Two million dollars spent just to make tonight look perfect but nothing about it felt perfect to me. I slipped upstairs for air, leaning on the railing. My eyes scanned the crowd not the guests, not the décor but for Vera. Or my uncle. If she w
CEASAR'S POV One merciless thrust and the swollen crown punched dead-center against that sweet, devastating place deep in her core, the one that made her vision white out, made her scream like she was breaking. “Caesar! fuck! oh God, right there please!” The sound tore out of her, raw, cracked open, half-sob, half-prayer, her whole body jerking like I’d shocked her. I didn’t ease in. I ground forward, dragging the thick ridge of my cockhead back and forth over that spot in short, punishing strokes, then slammed in again, harder, deeper, until her entire body jolted with the impact. “There it is,” I snarled, voice shredded with lust. “That’s the spot that makes my name rip out of your pretty throat, isn’t it? Scream it again, baby. Let me hear how fucking deep I am.” Her walls spasmed wildly around me, fluttering, clenching, trying to trap me there, milking me with every brutal stroke. “Pleaseee…Caesarr…, oh fuck me!you're so deep!” she choked out, tears streaking her cheeks, vo
POV Everything was going smoothly, so smoothly it almost irritated me. The engagement banquet looked rich, chandeliers glowed softly, tables aligned with surgical precision, and the dance floor gleamed, waiting for the “happy couple” to make their grand entrance. I kept doing what was expected, smiling, shaking hands, and welcoming guests like a man thrilled to be engaged. Across the hall, Olivia stood with her parents, playing the sweet, innocent fiancée so perfectly it almost looked natural. She smiled like an angel, soft and harmless, pretending she hadn’t forced me into throwing this banquet. Pretending she hadn’t pressured and threatened me, again and again, until I finally let go of Jane just to give her the perfect moment she demanded. Two million dollars spent just to make tonight look perfect but nothing about it felt perfect to me. I slipped upstairs for air, leaning on the railing. My eyes scanned the crowd not the guests, not the décor but for Vera. Or my uncle. If
JaneVera’s POV But I sat. I let her paint me perfectly, knowing the second this night ended he would destroy every careful stroke of it with his mouth, his hands, and his cock. Xandra lifted a foundation brush, then paused, eyes flicking past me. “Uh… a little privacy?” she asked, half-laughing
CEASAR'S POV Vera's breath hitched, sharp and audible in the quiet cabin. She obeyed instantly, without question, without hesitation. The silk parted like water as her thighs fell open on the leather seat, knees trembling, exposing everything, her swollen, flushed pussy lips still puffy and glist
Caesar's POV Vera tilted back, hips pressing insistently against my mouth, grinding and rolling over me, dragging my tongue deep inside her tight, slick core. I thrust, curling and flicking my tongue against the walls that clenched and pulsed around me, stroking the spot that made her shiver viole
Three years earlier, beneath the ancient mating oaks, silver beams had filtered through the canopy, bathing the sacred circle in ethereal light. Draven Blackthorn, Alpha King of the Blackthorn Pack, had stood before Elara Vance, his golden eyes burning with unrestrained hunger and devotion. Childho