Liam: I’m not coming home tonight. I have an important meeting, so don’t stay up late and don’t call me. Seraphina didn’t know how to feel as she stared at the phone in her hand, reading the message over and over again as though she hoped her husband, Liam, would send another one, saying he was only joking and was already on his way home. But even after nearly five minutes of staring, he had gone offline. No follow-up. No call. Nothing. She simply sat at the dining table, lifting her head to stare at the food that had taken her three hours to prepare. Every dish was one of Liam’s favorites, but now they were cold and Liam wasn’t even coming home tonight. Which meant she had done it all for nothing. Her gaze dropped to the dress she had bought just for this night. She reached up and touched the makeup she had carefully applied, wanting to look beautiful just for him… yet he wasn’t even coming. This morning, she had asked him to come home early for their anniversary, and he
Her name was Seraphina—wife of the current President of the United States. And Seraphina had a problem. She wanted to be fucked badly by someone who wasn’t her husband. Her hot bodyguard, no less. Jacob. Ever since he’d been hired by her husband to keep her safe due to growing threats, Seraphina had found herself hopelessly distracted by the six-foot-tall, dangerously handsome man covered in tattoos. Oh, his tattoos… Seraphina could practically drool at the sight of them, especially the serpent coiled along his forearm. Jacob radiated danger with just one look and for reasons she couldn’t explain, she craved that danger. Craved it so badly that she was now in her room, legs spread wide, fingers pumping in and out of her dripping pussy… moaning the name of a man she had never taken vows with, yet who made her feel so desperate. Fuck, she had never felt this good touching herself before. With one hand sliding in and out of her soaked pussy, the other clenched tightly aro
A shaky breath escaped me as I heard his words, my eyes going wide as I registered them. T-they wanted to do it at the same time? The two of them? I could’ve sworn my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, but as I looked at Silas, his expression cold and unreadable, I realized Claude wasn’t joking. That thought alone made my body tremble as a shiver ran down my spine. I was a virgin. I had never had anyone inside me— in neither hole and yet both of them wanted me at the same time. I was terrified, and they seemed to know this, because Silas’s eyes narrowed in on me while Claude, who was behind me, slowly reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was surprisingly gentle. I heard him whisper under his breath as my eyes fluttered shut from how soft his touch was, a stark contrast to how he’d been just moments ago. “Don’t be scared, she-wolf,” he hummed, and I inhaled a sharp, shaky breath as I felt him slowly close the distance between us. Even though I co
What I had been taught by the attendants was how to pleasure the Alphas. They had said that even if all of this was about finding their hidden mate, Alpha Claude and Alpha Silas were men who enjoyed sex—so they liked to feel good during intimacy. But what they hadn’t mentioned, what they hadn’t prepared me for… was how to react to this. To one of the Alphas wanting to go down on me. How was I supposed to react? How was I supposed to feel? Was I supposed to make eye contact? Was I supposed to enjoy it? Was I supposed to make any noise or stay silent? I didn’t know. But as I stared into Silas’s piercing eyes, locked so intently on me that it made it hard to breathe, I couldn’t look away. His gaze didn’t waver as he muttered those words under his breath, and then slowly tugged down the waistband of my panties. Before I could react, his grip on my waist tightened. He lifted me slightly, making my back arch, and in one motion, pulled off my black, soaked panties. And as
Claude fucked my mouth without restraint. His grip on my hair was so tight I could feel the sting at my scalp as he held my head in place, thrusting in and out with a relentless pace that had me gagging, tears sliding down my cheeks before I could even stop them. It hurt. I could barely take his full length into my mouth, yet he was forcefully pushing deeper, hitting the back of my throat until I could feel his balls slap against my chin before he pulled out, only to repeat the motion again and again until I had to shut my eyes and take him. “Fuck, yes. Take it, she-wolf. I’m close. Be a good girl and take it for me,” he hissed under his breath as he thrust. And before I could stop myself, my hands reached for his hips, holding him, not to push him away, but to steady myself. Goddess, why did it feel so good despite how much it hurt? Why was I dripping between my legs? The ache there was unbearable, and for the first time in my life, I had the overwhelming urge to touch it, to keep
I was a virgin. Not by choice, but because my father had warned me to save myself for my mate. Indulging in casual sex was frowned upon by the goddess, it was considered a sin for a woman to lose her virginity to anyone other than her destined mate. So you could imagine my shock when my father called and told me I’d been sold for the night… to Alpha Claude and Alpha Silas. You could imagine the disbelief I felt as I walked into the packhouse and the attendants began teaching me how to please a man, how to perform my utmost best. And one of the first rules they mentioned was painfully clear, Be submissive. Do whatever the Alphas tell you to do. And under no circumstances… resist. I swallowed nervously and sank to my knees in front of Alpha Claude. My body trembled with fear, but I tried not to let it show as I reached for his pants, about to pull them down and do what the attendants had taught me. But before I could, his hand shot out and grabbed mine, catching me off g