เข้าสู่ระบบ"That fucking bitch. I'm going to kill her. I'm going to rip her throat out with my bare hands, the moment we are...""Mackline," I cut her off, my voice shaking. "Save your strength. We're going to need it."She fell silent, but I could hear her breathing, fast, furious and barely controlled. The ropes bit into my wrists as I shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, but there was none. Every part of me ached.Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Time had lost all meaning in this place.Then the heavy door creaked open again.Two guards entered, large, broad-shouldered men with scarred faces and empty eyes. They moved with the practiced efficiency of men who did this every day. One of them carried a length of chain in his hand, the metal clinking with each step."On your feet," the taller one grunted, grabbing my arm and hauling me up before I could even process what was happening."What.... where are you taking her?" Mackline's voice cut through the air, sharp and panicked. "Hey!
The first thing that reached me the moment I regained my consciousness was the smell.Rotting straw. Stale urine. Something damp walls and old, like dried blood that had been left to fester then the lingering chemical sting of whatever they had forced over my face. It coated the inside of my nose and sat heavy on my tongue. My head throbbed in slow, sick pulses and every breath felt thick.I tried to open my eyes and found only blackness. Rough fabric pressed against my eyelids and cheeks. A sack. Still over my head. The material scratched my skin with every small movement.I tried to move and immediately felt the rough bite of rope around my wrists, tied behind my back, cutting into my skin. My ankles were bound too, the rope pulled tight enough that I couldn't straighten my legs properly. My hands tried to move toward my stomach on instinct, but the ropes stopped it short. Panic surged, sharp and immediate. The baby...“Shit… fucking hell...”Mackline’s voice. Close, but muffled, t
"Mackline...", My stomach turned as realization hit me. "Renee fed information to the hunters. Telling them where to strike. Helping them get close enough to do real damage." I spoke terrified."Exactly," Nigel said. "The hunters didn't know about you until Renee told them. They didn't know about the pregnancy. They didn't know you were here. But now they do. And that's why they killed these five wolves tonight." He pointed to the bodies again. "They're not just marking their territory. They're letting us know they can get to anyone, anytime. And if they can get to guards and warriors right under our noses, they can get to you."I felt the blood drain from my face. My hand instinctively went to my stomach, pressing against the fabric of my gown."So what are we going to do this time?" I asked, my voice cracking. "Where are we going to run to? Because clearly, nowhere is safe."Nigel was quiet for a long moment. He stared at the bodies, his face unreadable, then turned back to me."I
A sharp knock cut through the room.We froze instantly, bodies still pressed together and breathing ragged. My heart slammed against my ribs and I exchanged a look with Mackline. She was still on top of me, her thigh pressed between mine, the heat of her cunt still slick against my skin. But the moment was shattered.. Another knock followed, firmer.“Aurora. Mackline.” Nigel’s voice came through the door, low and controlled. “I apologise for the interruption. Truly. But I need you both to see something. It can’t wait.”Mackline’s forehead rested against mine for a second longer. Then she exhaled and pulled away. The loss of her heat left my skin cool and exposed. We dressed in silence, quick, efficient movements with no words spoken. My legs still felt unsteady. Hers did too; I saw it in the way she steadied herself against the mattress before standing."We are coming" I called out, trying to steady my voice as I pulled on a long gown. I opened the door to find Nigel standing in th
The moment Mackline had her orgasm, she pulled her fingers free with a soft, wet sound and pushed herself up onto one elbow. Her other hand was still slick. She looked down at me, breathing har and hair falling across her face.“My turn,” she whispered.Before I could answer she moved. She rolled me onto my back with a firm push of her palm against my shoulder, then climbed over me, knees bracketing my hips. The covers slid down around us. Cool air touched my skin for a second before her body heat covered me again.Mackline leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep, tasting herself on my mouth. Her tongue slid against mine, carefully, while one hand dragged the hem of my shirt up. She pulled it over my head and tossed it aside. Her palms skimmed down my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts, then lower, until she reached the waistband of my underwear.She hooked her fingers in and peeled them down my legs in one smooth motion, never breaking the kiss. When they were gone
We lay facing each other in the muted light, the covers drawn up around us. Mackline’s hand rested lightly on my waist over the blanket, her thumb tracing a slow, absent path. Her eyes drifted closed. Her breathing deepened, evening out until she was nearly asleep, the last of the day’s tension finally leaving her body.I watched her for a long moment. Then I shifted closer under the covers until our knees brushed. She made a soft sound in her throat but did not fully wake.I waited until her breathing was slow and even. Only then did I move.I slid lower beneath the blanket, the fabric whispering against my bare thighs as I shifted. The air under the covers was warmer, close, filled with the clean scent of her skin. My hand found the soft waistband of her shorts. I hooked my fingers beneath it and began to ease the fabric down, slow and careful, over the curve of her hip.Mackline stirred with a quiet inhale. Not fully awake yet and her leg twitched once under my touch.I kept going,
Aurora's POVThe heavy clang of the dungeon gate echoed like a death knell, reverberating through my bones long after the guards' footsteps faded. The sound sealed me in, cutting me off from the last thread of light that had slipped through the corridor behind me. My breath caught, my pulse racing
"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 overwor
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
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 t







