Lucas's POVAll I ever wanted was to live buried inside Selina’s cunt. I couldn’t help it. The animal in me had always wanted to nestle up where it was warmest and wettest, and she, fuck, she was a furnace. Some men built temples for their gods. I built Selina a throne, deep in my gut and balls, and worshiped her the only way I knew how: by pounding her until the whole house knew my prayers.It was morning, but the light barely registered. I had Selina spread under me, her dark hair sticking to her face and chest from the sweat, her thighs trembling in my hands. She’d been moaning my name so much she could barely speak, but I needed more. I’d woken up hard, the insistent ache between my legs pushing all other thoughts out. Work could wait. The world could burn.My cock felt like it was being choked by her. She milked me with every clench, every whimper, and every tiny twist of her hips as she tried to wring me dry. I gripped her ass, left bruises to remind her she was mine, and slamme
Three hours in, and the smell of printer ink already made my head hurt. I’d been in my office since six, wading through pack finances, property reports, and the kind of paper-pushing bullshit that would make a normal wolf chew off his own tail. Not me, though. I’d eat the fucking paperwork before I let it beat me.It was barely sunrise, and the heavy drapes across the floor-to-ceiling windows turned the light an ugly bruise color. I had two stacks in front of me: “urgent” and “set on fire.” I was about to introduce a third—“bury it in the backyard and let the moles deal with it”—when my phone buzzed across the desk. I snatched it up and checked the screen. Of course. The councilman.I gave it two rings before answering. Let him stew. “Lucas,” I said, voice flat as a corpse.He didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Lucas, we need to talk.”Nothing good ever started with that sentence. Especially not from him. I’d dealt with the councilman for years, and every encounter left me wanting to p
Lydia's POVThe woods behind my father’s house were dead silent, the air so thick with frost and anticipation it made my nipples bead beneath the thin silk of my dress. I barely bothered to cloak myself. That was the point: let the night see me, let it press in, let it bear witness to the fact that Lydia had nothing to lose and no shame left to burn.I left my pack under the pretense of a moonlit run, shaking off the fawning cousins and distant hangers-on who haunted our halls. I slipped through the fence line with grace, not looking back, eyes already set on the shimmer of security lights two ridges away. The councilman’s mansion perched on the tallest hill, a cruel white splinter in a world that should have belonged to wolves.Tonight, I wanted to taste both worlds—the one I was born for and the one that would destroy me. It's not like I haven't been fucking the old wolf for months now.My heels clicked like pistol shots on the marble approach, a calculated affront to the empty gran
Lydia's POVThe councilman’s sweat-damp chest pressed hard against my back, the animal grind of his hips merciless as he fucked me hard. We moved back to his study while kissing. He fucked me mercilessly into the council chamber’s ancient, splintering desk.The wood bit at my cheek, a raw scrape blooming along my jaw, but I didn’t dare flinch, didn’t so much as twitch a muscle to show I felt it. He wanted to see me shake, and so I would not—at least, not until he broke me open for good. My dress was bunched at my waist and ripped through at the bodice, with one sleeve still binding my bicep. I could smell myself on the councilman’s hand where he’d used it to force my face down, his fingers leaving prints on my temple, his palm spreading my hair across the lacquered surface.“You think you can lie to me, Lydia?” He was panting with effort. “I can fuck the truth out of any she-wolf. I’ll wring it out of you with my cock if I have to.” He thrust hard, and I bared my teeth against the desk
Lydia's POVThe house spat me out, the Pack’s den with its raucous voices and the reek of family, of fur, of fighting, but today their noise was nothing but a tide receding behind me. It faded fast. My boots were heavy on the porch and then on the rough gravel path; every step away from the threshold was a rejection, a declaration. Even the birds, out here, sounded less like life and more like background static, as though the entire world knew I was on a mission and had made itself intentionally boring so as not to distract me.No one followed. Not even my shadowy siblings, not the den mother with her spatula like a holy relic. They knew better than to tail me. I had business, and everyone with a working nose knew what kind. This was no secret. Not with the tang of last night’s blood still raw on my skin, my fingers still aching from the throttling, and the noise still ringing in the walls from when I’d slammed Packmate #3 through the pantry door. I had already chosen. I would not be
Lucas's POVSelina’s scent saturated the room—cloying, feral, and inescapable as blood on a fresh kill. My senses were shot and overshot, my body running on nothing but animal logic, the throb of want and the damp heat of her skin glued to mine. I couldn’t have said if it was dusk or dawn, only that her cunt clenched around me and her nails dug for new real estate in the meat of my shoulders, and nothing else mattered.We’d been at it since yesterday. It felt like years. Even my wolf was running scared of her stamina.Selina lay splayed over the pillows, hair tangled in the headboard, sweat making a dark corona around her face. Her mouth was swollen from all the biting, lips and cheeks painted in faded smears of blood where she’d drawn it—mine and hers. I worked my cock into her with no real rhythm, just the violence of need, and her thighs locked behind my back so I couldn’t go anywhere even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t. Her pulse beat like a snare drum under my mouth as I licked h