LOGINJAYDEN’s POV
My length sprang out—seven inches, throbbing, hot and dark at the tip. He licked his lips and lowered his mouth. No—No—No. His lips wrapped around the tip of my length, and my head slammed back into the pillow. “Uh—ahhh…” He sucked slowly. His tongue circled my tip, teasing me. Then he pulled back and placed a long, wet kiss to the base. Then another sloppy one which was hot, slick, and filthy. His hands spread my thighs wider. His mouth trailed lower to my balls, sucking one into his mouth with a hunger that made me cry out. “R-Rafael… please…” But he didn’t stop. He didn’t rush. Rather, he slurped and kissed, his tongue trailing hot licks along my skin. My toes curled, my thighs shook as my whole body screamed with sensation. His tongue danced around the head of my length, dragging along the underside so slowly I was shaking. His lips wrapped around me like silk with a warm breath, and his hands held my thighs open. I panted as sweat dripped from my skin, and my precum leaked from my length while my hips twitched every time he moaned around me. He swallowed me down again—deeper this time, his throat massaging my length—and I felt my release build. It surged fast. Really fast. “Oh… shit… I’m gonna…” He pulled back entirely with a wet pop, his lips red and glistening. “No,” he whispered, licking his lips. “Not yet.” My brain stopped working. “Please,” I gasped, reaching down towards my length. “Don’t stop. I was almost…” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking like the devil. “You said you would do anything for me, didn’t you?” “I… yes! Just… please…” ~Ugh, you’re embarrassing,” my wolf’s voice groaned in my head, dripping with attitude. “You can’t even take a little edging? Where’s our dignity?~ “Dignity?” I hissed out loud, to myself, still clutching my hard length. “You literally just told me to let him eat me alive minutes ago!” ~Yeah, well… he stopped mid-feast. That’s an offense.~ I blinked. “Are you… are you sulking?” “Did you just talk back to your own wolf?” Rafael’s voice cut in, amused and smug as hell. I looked up, flushed and mortified. He was laughing. Full chest, smug Alpha laugh. “You just got your damn wolf, didn’t you?” He teased, his eyes gleaming. “All thanks to me.” I scowled. “That’s not your concern.” “Oh, sweetheart,” he paused before he continued, “You're adorable.” He dropped onto the mattress, sprawled like a king in his full Alpha glory. His chest rose and fell with slow, commanding breaths, his silver eyes fixed on me like I was dessert. My eyes went below as his right hand got rid of the towel. His length stood proud, taunting me. I can’t size up the inches but it was long. It was also glistening with oil. Was he using his hands on himself in the bathroom earlier? He ran his fingers lazily across his abs. “You said you would do anything.” He reminded me, his voice low and sinful. “So tell me, what can you do for me?” I was there, still panting, trembling, hard and leaking. My body was screaming, but my voice faltered. “I… I’m not sure,” I said honestly, my cheeks burning. “I’ve never… I’ve only ever used my hand. And my… you know. Just fingers.” Embarrassed, I rubbed the back of my neck. “I don’t think I’m… good in bed.” Rafael’s smirk deepened into something darker. “You mean,” he said, pushing himself up on one elbow, “no one’s ever been inside you?” I nodded, swallowing my spit which was already getting hotter in my mouth. His growl rumbled across the room, deep. “Good,” he said. “Then I’ll be your first.” “W… What?” “I want you fully naked,” he commanded. I blinked. “What? Right now?” “Right here. Right now. On my bed.” My fingers moved before I could think. I reached for my shirt and slowly peeled it off, heat crawling up my neck as his gaze devoured me. Every inch I exposed was met with a low, hungry sound from Rafael. When my shirt dropped to the floor, and I stood completely naked, he let out a low, muffled moan that went straight to my rear. “Shit,” he muttered, stroking himself once. “You're fucking perfect. Come here.” And I moved. He grabbed my hips and flipped me without stress, pinning me beneath him. His hot body melted into mine while his chest against mine, his length heavy and hard against my thigh before he slid upward. His fingers threaded through my hair and tilted my head back gently. “Now open,” he whispered. I gasped before I opened my mouth for him. He fed his length into my mouth slowly. The size of it makes my jaw stretch wide. The scent of him—raw Alpha musk, spiced cedar and lust—flooded my senses. I gagged on the first push, pulling back slightly. His fingers held me in place. “Relax your throat, baby,” he whispered. “Take me in. That’s it.” I released my mouth and he eased forward, letting him sink deeper. And damn, he was huge. My mouth was full—Inches of his thick Alpha length, pulsing with heat, throbbing as it slid farther in. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I pushed through, determined, and desperate for him inside my mouth. “F… fuck,” Rafael moaned above me, his hips rolling slowly as he pushed himself deeper. “That mouth. Shit. You were made for this.” The heat in my mouth bloomed. His length filled my mouth, pressing my tongue deeper with every slow thrust. And I wanted to make him moan louder. I don’t know what came over me—hunger, heat, or just raw, maddening lust—but I devoured Rafael like I would never taste length again. I sucked on him like a glutton. Like a starving Omega kneeling at the feet of a god. He moved in my mouth, stretching me until drool pooled. My throat burned and I obeyed. I bobbed my head, slurping with messy, eager sounds, and let his taste drown me. “You’re a fucking mess down there,” Rafael grunted, gripping the back of my head. “Suck me like the little lengthslut I know you are.” He continued thrusting into my mouth—faster, deeper, rougher—until I was gagging between moans, my eyes watery, my throat raw, but damn, I was so hard I could cry. He growled, his hips pounding into me like I was nothing but a slave to use. Just as the coil in my belly began to twist tighter, a loud, obnoxious ringing cut through the moment. The fucking landline. Rafael snarled, dragging his length from my mouth with a slick pop. I blinked, dazed, my lips bruised and my chin soaked with spit and Alpha scent as I breathed heavily. He grabbed the phone off the dresser and answered, still panting. “What?” I couldn’t hear the voice on the other end, but his face twisted into pure rage. “I said, I’m busy.” There was a pause after. Then his voice dropped lower into a snarling one. “I’m claiming what’s mine.” Then, he smashed the phone onto the floor. The glass shattered across the tiles. I flinched. My heart, racing faster in my chest. He turned back to me, his eyes wild. And without another word, he crawled back down the bed and pushed me flat on my back. “You’re not cumming yet,” he muttered. “Not until I taste you.” His hand slid down my trembling thighs, spreading me open. He didn’t even hesitate. He just sank between them, his face buried where my heat throbbed the most. He breathed right into me. My hips jerked. “Oh… oh no. Not yet!” That warm exhale against my slick rear made me shudder like a broken dam. It was humiliating how wet and desperate I was. I gasped aloud, my hands clutching the sheets as Rafael’s tongue dragged across my rear. “Please… It’s… It’s so good.” My head snapped back as Rafael’s tongue plunged deep. Slick sounds echoed in the room, each stroke of his tongue lapping at me, dragging sparks and absolute insanity. I tried to push him off in order to breathe, but he gripped my hips down hard, holding me still like I was his meal and he hadn't eaten in weeks. I trembled as I cried out, my toes curling. And still, he continued. My wolf was somewhere in the back laughing and hollering like we had just won the Alpha lottery. That—Bitch. Then Rafael pulled back, just slightly, his voice a low, hungry growl against my slick hole. “You think that was good, sweetheart?” A high whine spilled from me, humiliatingly eager. His eyes burned into mine, glowing with Alpha fire. “Wait till you feel me inside you.”5 ~ Ravaged in the Stacks HAWTHORNE’s POV Jamie groaned, his hips bucking shallowly, fucking my mouth with controlled thrusts. "Yeah, swallow that dick—clean it up for round two." His hand guided my head, setting the pace deeper each time until his pubes tickled my nose, his balls tapping my chin. I gagged wetly as tears prickled my eyes, but I didn't pull back, my throat relaxing to take him all. Spit bubbled at the corners of my mouth, dripping onto the floor, and I reached up to fondle his heavy sack, rolling the orbs in my palm, feeling them tighten. He pulled out abruptly, strings of saliva connecting us, and hauled me to my feet. "Pants off. Now." We stripped frantically in the aisle, our clothes discarded in a heap amid forgotten volumes on ancient wars. Naked under the stacks, the cool air pebbled my skin, my cock rigid and aching anew, ass clenching around the emptiness. Jamie spun me around, pressing my chest to the bookshelf, my hands splaying on leather-bound
4 ~ Reshaping My Hole.HAWTHORNE’s POV "Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, pausing halfway, letting me adjust. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my back, and I could feel every pulse of his cock inside me. So big. It's splitting me, but I want more. Fill me up.I rocked back, taking another inch, and he cursed, his hands bruising my hips as he thrust forward, bottoming out. His balls slapped against mine, cock buried to the hilt, and I cried out, the pressure hitting my prostate dead-on, sparks exploding behind my eyes.Jamie didn't wait long. He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, my hole clinging to him, then slammed in hard, setting a brutal pace. The couch rocked with each thrust as the leather creaked, my body jolting forward. "Take it, slut. Feel my dick pounding your ass," he said, his voice rough, one hand coming up to wrap around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make my head spin. I choked out a moan, loving the control, the way he choked me while fu
3 ~ Claimed on the Couch HAWTHORNE’s POV He yanked my head back with my hair, his thick shaft popping free with a slick sound. I gasped for air, my lips swollen and numb, staring up at him with watery eyes."Not yet," Jamie said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. His dark eyes burned with control, that quiet student gone, replaced by this dominant force towering over me. He hauled me up by the arm, his strong fingers digging into my skin, and shoved me toward the leather couch in the corner. It creaked under my weight as I stumbled back onto it, my shirt half-open, my pants tented obscenely. Jamie kicked off his jeans and boxers fully, his massive nine-inch cock bobbing free, slick with my saliva, veins pulsing along its length. He was a sight—muscles rippling under that smooth brown skin, chest heaving, sweat beading on his abs."Strip," he ordered, stepping closer, his hand stroking his dick lazily, smearing the wetness from my mouth over the head. I scramble
2 ~ Getting What He Craved.HAWTHORNE's POV Finally, I nodded to Jamie, who stood waiting by the circulation desk, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He followed me to the back office—a small, windowless room tucked behind the desk, with a worn leather couch, a cluttered desk, and shelves of forgotten returns. Perfect for privacy. I locked the door behind us, the click loud in the sudden quiet. The air felt thick, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks.As I turned around and without the library's space between us, he towered over me—six-foot-something of solid muscle, his hoodie hugging every curve.My predatory smile slipped out as I let my eyes roam over him openly now. "You like watching guys fuck, huh? Ever done it yourself?"He hesitated, but then that quiet facade cracked. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body. His voice dropped, deep and commanding.
1 ~ Shadows in the Stacks.HAWTHORNE’s POV I adjusted my glasses and leaned against the upper balcony railing of the campus library, my heart beating a little faster than usual. It was late, way past ten on a Thursday night during exam week, and the place felt like a tomb. Just a handful of desperate students down below, their heads buried in books and notes, the soft hum of fluorescent lights the only sound breaking the silence. But I wasn't here for the quiet or the musty smell of old pages anymore. No, I had been coming to these late shifts for years now, feeding off the sight of them. And it was the young guys hunched over tables, their bodies tense and unaware of my eyes on them.At forty-two, I looked the part of the proper librarian: slim build, neatly trimmed beard, wire-rimmed glasses perched on my nose. But underneath it all, I was a mess of pent-up lust. I would watch them for hours, letting the heat build ins
6 ~ Eternal SurrenderEli and Noah wore their collars hidden under shirts. This was a constant reminder of Rafe's claim. Classes dragged, but texts from him ignited pulses: Kneel when you read this. Imagine my cock down your throat. They did, in bathrooms or under desks, hands pressing against their hardening lengths, obedience sharpening their edge.Midweek, Rafe called them to his place after dark. The apartment hummed with tension, air thick from the week's denial. “Last test,” he said as the door clicked shut. “Prove you're mine forever.” They stripped without prompt, kneeling naked on the cool hardwood with their eyes locked on his boots. Rafe circled them with a crop in hand—thin leather tip tracing their spines just before it dipped to tease their aching balls. Eli shivered; Noah's breath hitched.He bound them side by side on the bed with their arms stretched overhead to the headboard, legs spread and ankles tied to posts. Exposed with their cocks rigid against their st







