Mag-log inJAYDEN’s POV
“I-I want you to claim me…” I whispered. “Mark me. Make me yours.” The only thing that followed was silence. Rafael went still inside me, his length pulsing inside me. My wrists were still cuffed above me, my skin slightly red from pulling too hard. “I can't mark you. Just take my length like a good pretty boy.” He growled and resumed thrusting. “I want to see you cry.” He was so thick. So deep. I could feel him all the way up in my stomach like a hot, throbbing brand that stretched my insides open and ruined me inch by inch. Never have I imagined my first time would be like this. I tried to say something. To tell him it was too much, that I couldn’t handle it, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a high-pitched whine. ~You good down there, slut?~ My wolf. That loudmouthed little menace who decided to make his grand reappearance at the worst possible time. ~Got a royal Alpha length in you and you’re crying. Babe, do you even know how legendary that is? You better arch your back and take that shit with pride.~ “Shut the hell up,” I gasped aloud, my face burning. Rafael chuckled above me, his voice all gravel and hunger. “Talking back to your wolf while I fuck you? That’s adorable.” Then he shifted his hips and I swear… I saw stars. I was so overwhelmed, it felt like I was being split open. But, I never wanted him to stop. Every push, every grind into my insides made me clench around him and cry out. “Such a tight little hole,” Rafael groaned. “You were made for this.” “Please…” I moaned, writhing under him. “Please, what?” he asked, his hips suddenly rocking in slow, deep strokes that made me sob into the mattress. “Use your words, brat.” “Please fuck me,” I cried. “More… just—don’t stop…” He lowered himself, his breath hot on my neck. “You’re gonna stay open for me like a good little bitch,” he whispered, biting down softly. “Take everything I give you. And when I say cum, you beg.” “Yes—yes, Rafael—please—I’m yours—” He stopped thrusting and flipped me over. Maybe, he was confused. I didn't know. A second after, he laid on the bed, facing up. He pulled me onto his body. “Ride me.” “I-I haven't done that before.” I stuttered. “There's always a first time.” He smirked. His hands reached out to my waist, guiding me down onto every inch of his length like I was nothing but a toy molded for him. “Look at you,” he growled, licking his lips. “So damn fucked out, still trying to ride me like you’re not about to collapse.” My fingers dugged into the sheet, moans exiting my mouth as I shut my eyes, trying to suppress it. “You always this noisy during sex, or am I just fucking you stupid? Oh. Forgot you're a virgin.” He taunted. I couldn’t speak. My thighs were shaking. Sweat coated my chest. My length was still caged with that denial plug, throbbing, and leaking all over his abs. He thrust up into me—hard—and I gasped like a damn pornstar. “You want to cum so bad, don’t you?” He whispered, then he bent my back and licked sweat off my chest. “Please…” I gasped. “Take it out. Let me cum. Please…” He finally reached down, wrapped his fist around the base of my length and yanked the denial plug out. I exploded. My release shot out of me, hitting his jaw, neck, chest and one heavy spurt landed on his lips. He licked it clean and he moaned. “Fuck… you taste better than I imagined.” Then he grabbed me—tight—and rolled us over, slamming me on my back with his length still inside. His abs flexed above me, his skin sticky with my cum, his silver eyes burning. “You think I’m done with you?” He rasped. He started to pound into me. Not gentle. Not slow. Just deep, raw, and greedy thrusts. I gritted my teeth, gasping, my body jolting with each hard slam. “F-fuck—Rafael—slow down—” “No,” he growled. “You came all over me. You made a mess. Now I’m gonna fuck you until you forget your name.” ~Not us getting folded like a wet towel. Rafael’s snapping our back like we owe him money.~ My wolf cackled. I couldn’t keep up. His grip bruised into my hips, dragging me to meet every thrust. “You’re gonna feel me for days,” he panted. “You wanted to be claimed, didn’t you?” “I—I forgot—” I gasped. “No,” he snapped, biting down on my shoulder. “Say it. Say you want me to mark you.” His length slammed into that spot inside me again and my body convulsed. “I want you to mark me!” I cried out. “I want to be yours!” Rafael didn’t stop. His thrusts got rougher, deeper. He grunted into my neck, his whole body tensing over me. He was close. Tears slipped down the corners of my eyes. Not from pain. Not from shame. Just… pure ecstasy. I felt it all—the stretch, the heat, the release—as his length twitched inside me, pulsing hard before he came with a deep, guttural growl. His release filled me—hot. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. “R-Rafael—wait—” I gasped. “Shut up,” he growled against my ear, his breath ragged. “I’m not done. I want more. I need more.” His length, still hard as steel, kept pounding into me. His hips slammed against mine like he was trying to burn me into memory. I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. I was used. Fucked. Ruined. And I loved every second of it. Though, it was painful. He snarled suddenly and yanked me upright like I weighed nothing. Then, he pinned me onto the bed, my back crushed to his chest. His arm hooked tight around my stomach as his length speared right back into me—deeper, angrier, and wetter with our mess. I screamed. “R-Rafael—please—” His mouth was on my throat, sucking harsh marks into my skin while his length carved every nerve inside me raw. His free hand slipped between my legs, jerking my leaking length in rhythm with his thrusts. ~This is an exorcism. We’re getting spiritually rearranged.~ My eyes rolled back. My body jerked like a marionette. I could barely feel my legs. But my hole twitched. Each time he pulled back, it clenched for him. It begged. It dripped. White heat exploded in my spine as he hit a certain spot inside me. I choked on a gasp. “You—You hit—what the fuck was that—?!” He bit my ear. “Your prostate,” he growled. “And now that I’ve found it, I’m never missing it again.” He hit it again. And again. I cried. But the tears on my cheeks were from bliss. Every thrust made my toes curl, my hole clench, and my length throb. ~We’re gonna pass out. At least, it’s worth dying doing what I loved.~ “I’m gonna cum again,” I sobbed. “You better,” Rafael grunted, pounding harder. “And you’re gonna cum on me this time. I wanna feel you lose it while I fuck you through it.” With a strangled, filthy scream, I came again, harder than before. He snarled and slammed deep into me one final time.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







