Masuk~Elvira ~ The sunlight was aggressive, cutting through the heavy cotton curtains in sharp, golden slats that burned across my closed eyelids. I groaned, shifting my weight, and immediately felt the protest of muscles I didn't even know I had. My inner thighs ached with a dull, throbbing heat, and my skin felt sensitive, where the silk sheets rubbed against me. I reached out a hand, expecting to hit a wall of warm muscle, but the bed was cold. I snapped my eyes open. The room was vast and silent, smelling intensely of sandalwood, rain, and the musky, lingering scent of what we had done the night before. Gabriel was gone. I sat up, clutching the duvet to my chest, and caught my reflection in the mirror across the room. My hair was a bird’s nest, my lips were swollen a deep, bruised red, and the silver in my eyes was humming, bright and clear even in the morning light. A deep blush crept up my neck. I remembered everything—the way he looked at me while I touched
~Elvira~ It was raw and exposing. I kept going, my movements becoming faster, more desperate, while I stared straight into his soul. The tension between us was a physical cord, pulling tighter and tighter until I couldn't take it anymore. My back arched, my muscles tensed, and I let out a long, strangled cry as my body shuddered with a violent climax, my entire body shook with the force of it, all without ever breaking eye contact with my mate. I slumped back against the bed gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs. But Gabriel wasn't done. He didn't give me a moment to recover, he immediately stood up, the sheer power of his presence making the room feel smaller, the light catching the rippling muscles of his stomach. He reached for the zipper of his slacks, the sound of it grating through the silent room, he freed himself, and I let out a small, involuntary gasp. He cock thick, heavy, and pulsing with a life of its own. He stroked the length of it once
~Elvira~He stayed seated for a long moment, memorizing every curve, every shadow of my body. Then, with a blur of werewolf speed that made me gasp, he was out of the chair and standing right in front of me. One hand gripped my waist while the other cupped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until a tortured moan escaped my lips. I’d never felt anything like this. A heavy, pulsing heat was pooling between my legs, making me ache. He bent his head, his mouth closing over my nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before he bit down gently. I arched my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Val was purring in the back of my mind, a low, satisfied sound. I knew I wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, I was supposed to be his "toy," his "mistress"—but my body didn't care about labels. It wanted him to ruin me. I was craving more. He stopped abruptly, stepping back to watch me. I couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in his trousers; he was cle
~Elvira~ The fire in the hearth crackled, casting orange light over Gabriel’s skin as he stood there, watching me. He looked like a statue carved from dark stone, except for the way his chest rose and fell in heavy, broken counts. The air was so thick with the scent of his arousal—dark, and something hot that I felt lightheaded. I could feel the silk of the red gown clinging to my damp skin, a reminder of the task I had come here to perform. He didn't move fast. He moved with the slow, terrifying grace of a predator who already knew the prey was cornered. When he finally stood in front of me, the heat radiating off his bare torso was like a furnace. He reached out, his hand hovering for a second before his fingers tangled deep in the hair at the base of my skull. He tilted my head back, forcing me to meet those burning, golden eyes. "You look beautiful in red, Elvira," he muttered, his thumb grazing my jawline with a touch so light it made me shiver. "But you l
~Elvira~Neolla didn't say much as we walked back to my suite. She just kept her hand on my shoulder, a steady weight that kept me from floating away into my own head. When we got inside, she sat on the edge of the bed while I headed straight for the bathroom. I expected to see the mess I’d left behind—the shattered glass, the burnt smell, the puddles of water. But it was gone. The floor was bone-dry, the air smelled like fresh linen, and a brand-new mirror hung on the wall, shining under the vanity lights. My heart did a weird little flip in my chest. Gabriel. He’d sent someone to fix it while I wentto see Lisa. He could be so cold, so brutal, but then he’d do something like this. It made my head spin. I didn't know his history or why he was fighting our bond like it was a death sentence, but if he wanted this to be a transaction—strictly sexual, no hearts involved—then I could play that game. If there was no love and no equality, then there was no way for him t
The room was so quiet after the door slammed shut that I could hear the tiny, frantic ticking of the clock on the wall. The air was still thick with the smell of Vanessa’s perfume—that sharp, expensive scent that always seemed to linger like a bad memory after she left a room. Lisa was shaking. She looked so small sitting on that giant, fancy sofa—like a doll that had been tossed aside. Her eyes were wide, darting toward the door as if she expected Vanessa to burst back in and finish us both. "She’s openly threatening you, Elvira," Lisa whispered. Her voice was thin, like a thread about to snap. "She looked like she wanted to kill you right here in front of me." I stood there with my hands clenched so tight my fingernails were digging deep into my palms. I could feel the heat on my lower back, that strange mark pulsing like a second heart. It was warm, heavy, and dark. I looked over at Neolla. She was sitting on the edge of the bed now, her eyes fixed on the closed







