LOGINI stayed under the hot spray of the shower until my fingertips pruned and the ache between my legs dulled to a low, manageable throb. The water washed away layers of sweat, cum, and the lingering scent of Raymond, though I could still catch faint traces of him on my skin no matter how hard I scrubbed. My body felt raw in places I didn’t know could feel raw nipples stinging under the stream, inner thighs protesting every step but beneath the soreness was this strange, humming satisfaction I couldn’t quite hate.When I finally stepped out, the steam had fogged the mirror so badly I could only make out blurry shapes of bruises and flushed skin. I wrapped myself in the largest towel I could find, dried myself then dressed quickly in soft black leggings, a fitted long-sleeve thermal in deep forest green, thick wool socks, and an oversized cable-knit sweater.I pulled my still-damp hair into a loose knot at my nape, took one steadying breath, and stepped fully out of the bedroom.The hallw
The strong light coming through the windows woke me up. As soon I I opened my eyes, I noticed that the room was quiet. Too quiet.There was no heavy breathing at my back. No arm across my waist and no thick thigh pinning me in place. Just cool sheets tangled around my legs and the faint, musky scent of sex and him still clinging to my skin.I was alone. Raymond must have left while I was still asleep.I blinked up at the ceiling, slow and dazed, letting the reality settle in piece by piece.My body felt… wrecked. Deliciously wrecked.Every muscle ached in a way that was new and obscene. My thighs burned where they’d been spread wide for hours. The insides of them were sticky, crusted with dried cum and my own slick. My core throbbed, deep, low pulses that reminded me exactly how many times he’d driven into me, how deep he’d gone, how relentlessly he’d fucked until I’d forgotten how to breathe. My entrance felt swollen, tender and used. Every tiny shift of my hips sent a sharp, sweet s
"Fuck"Raymond’s growl vibrated against my lips, low and filthy but I failed to say anything.I was still gasping, still trying to find air around the thick stretch of him buried so deep I could feel every brutal inch pulsing inside. My walls fluttered helplessly around his cock, tender and overworked, every tiny shift of his hips sending aftershocks ripping through me.He didn’t move yet. He just stayed locked there, hips flush to mine, letting me feel the full, obscene weight of him. His forehead stayed pressed to mine, sweat-slick skin sliding together and his breath punching out in ragged bursts against my mouth.Then slowly he rolled his hips.One long thrust in and punishing drag out that made me feel every thick inch of him pulling out only to slam back in. Each stroke punched the air from my lungs and every time the thick head dragged over that swollen place inside, until I shook, nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist without permission. He did it a
For a second the room spun.His eyes, still blown black with lust widened fractionally. Recognition, shock then something darker and hungrier.He didn’t pull out.Instead his grip on my wrists tightened until I whimpered. “Virgin,” he repeated, voice wrecked. Like the word itself was violence.Then without another word , he hauled me off the wall. I stumbled but he didn’t let me fall.He simply scooped me up like I weighed nothing, spun, and threw me onto the bed. The mattress dipped hard under my weight. I tried to scramble back, elbows digging in, heels pushing but he was already there.Knees on either side of my hips and hands clamping my thighs, wrenching them wide so fast my muscles screamed in protest.“Raymond... wait....”, I started frightened but he didn’t stop. He out of the blue dropped between my legs like a man starved then his mouth was between my pussy lips without preamble.He was rough and greedy.His tongue dragged up the center of me in one long, brutal lick, flat a
I stood in the center of the room for a long moment, arms wrapped around myself, nails digging into my biceps until the sting grounded me. My mother was safe, fed, healed and not rotting in a cage. That part was real but the rest, the promises, the threats, the way my body still betrayed me every time he opened that filthy mouth was a war I was losing one heartbeat at a time.I crossed to the bathroom, turned the shower on as hot as it would go, and stripped. The water hit like punishment and I didn’t care. I wanted it to hurt, wanted it to scour away the slickness still between my thighs, the phantom press of his cock from this morning and the echo of his voice promising to ruin me tonight.It didn’t work.The heat only made everything more sensitive. My nipples peaked painfully under the spray. My clit throbbed in time with my pulse. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face, those gold-flecked eyes narrowing, that almost-smile when I’d taunted him about his size and his words that
AURORA’S POVThe dining hall doors swung shut behind me with a thud that echoed my frustration. Mackline’s laughter still rang in my ears, her shameless flirting a brief, ridiculous distraction from the real fire burning in my chest. My mother. That was all that mattered and I left her the moment she told me to go and train with her. I didn’t head back toward the staircase. I went straight for the west wing that led to Raymond's office. The one place in this sprawling pack house where decisions were made and people like me were kept waiting. If he thought he could dangle “after the meeting” like a carrot and expect me to sit pretty, he was about to learn exactly how stubborn I could be.The hallway narrowed as I approached the heavy double doors. Two guards stood outside, arms crossed, expressions carved from stone. They straightened the second they saw me coming.“Alpha’s in a meeting,” the taller one said flatly. “No entry.” He added.“I’m his mate,” I shot back, not slowing down.
Raymond's POVReports were all around me, territories subdued, borders redrawn, spoils tallied and catalogued. Men bent their heads as they spoke, their voices respectful, fearful. To them, I sat as a conqueror: broad-shouldered, cloak spilling over the throne like shadow.Yet behind my eyes, I was
Light slammed into my eyes, harsh as the guards dragged me out of the cell.My wrists stung where the leather had been knotted; my muscles trembled from hunger and grief and the aftershock of standing when I no longer trusted my legs but the ruthless guards didn't care. They shoved me down a corrid
"Nobody runs from me, mate."His eyes gleamed in the dimness and a shiver ran down straight to my spine. I took an involuntary step back. The movement was small, but he noticed. Of course he did. Predators always notice prey that twitches.“Don’t,” he said coldly. “Don’t make this harder than it al
Time became a blur in the dungeon.I could not tell if it had been days or weeks since the guards last dragged me in here. The light of the torches came and went, food trays appeared and disappeared, but I touched nothing. My throat cracked with thirst, my lips split, and my stomach coiled in agony







