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SILKY COLLAR

作者: SINFUL INK
last update 公開日: 2026-07-25 15:58:59

MALAKAI

I sat at the dark wooden desk in my private study, checking the guard logs from Vault 4.

The three corporate supply trains Daphne had redirected from Tristan were parked in the lower depot. My men were unloading ten cars of grain, five cars of medical kits, and eight cars of refined steel. Daphne’s code had stripped Tristan clean, and he was still sitting down south, looking for a traitor in his own guard.

The heavy wooden door opened without a knock.

Torin walked in, holding a polished
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  • EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL   HATE SEX II

    MALAKAI My hips slammed into hers one last, punishing time, my body locking completely rigid as the white-hot finish ripped through my spine like a lightning strike. My cock swelled deep inside her, the head pressing hard against her cervix as thick, hot ropes of cum shot out of me, flooding her cunt, filling every inch of her tight, clenching walls. I could feel each pulse, each spasm, each hot wave of my release spilling into her, mixing with her slick, dripping out around my shaft and running down her thighs. Her inner walls clamped down around me, milking me, pulling every last drop from my balls as I emptied myself into her.I buried my face in the curve of her bare neck, my fangs scraping her hot skin as a low, guttural roar dragged out of my chest. The sound was raw, animalistic, vibrating through my throat and into her body, making her tremble beneath me. I could taste the salt of her sweat on my tongue, feel the frantic pulse of her blood against my lips, feel the way her wh

  • EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL   HATE SEX I

    DAPHNEThe iron collar of Malakai's hand locked around my right wrist, his calloused fingers squeezing so tight the circulation cut off instantly.He dragged me down the dim, narrow corridor of the lodge, "Let go of my fucking arm, Malakai!" I snarled, baring my sharp fangs at the broad back of his fur cloak.He didn't even flinch. His iron grip only tightened, digging right into the delicate bone of my wrist.He yanked me through the heavy oak door of our private summit suite, hauling me across the threshold before slamming the iron-reinforced door shut with a deafening bang that shook dust from the stone ceiling.The heavy iron latch clicked into place with a dull, final thud.Malakai shoved me forward.My boots slid across the thick bear-fur rug, and my knees hit the edge of the low oak table before I caught my balance, my hands flying out to brace against the rough wood.I spun on my heel, my chest heaving against the low cut of my dress, my nails digging into the edge of the tab

  • EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL   INSECURITIES

    MALAKAI The suffocating, heat-drenched noise inside the main council hall was giving my wolf a splitting headache. Five hundred males posturing, pounding on oak tables, and screaming over border taxes had turned the air thick with sweat, ale, and cheap dominance. I did not give a damn about their treaties. My entire being was hyper-focused on one thing: finding my female before another Alpha dared to look at her bare skin.I left the northern table without a word, tracking Daphne’s distinct scent down the narrow stone corridor leading out to the garden. Her smell was everywhere, thick with crushed pine, sweet honey, and fresh rain. It pulled at my instincts like an iron chain, demanding that I keep her within my sight among these hungry wolves.I stopped in the deep shadow of the tall archway at the end of the hall, keeping my heavy boots dead silent on the stone floor.Then I heard Tristan's grating voice echoing off the garden walls."Daphne, please, look at me," Tristan pleaded,

  • EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL   KISSING MY EX

    DAPHNEThe icy stone pillar carved into the garden wall pressed hard into my shoulder blades, digging right through the dark crimson velvet of my gown.Tristan shoved his body directly into my space, boxing me in against the rough stone until his heavy chest was almost touching mine.His breathing was fast and uneven, blowing hot, sour air directly over my bare throat and collarbone where my low dress left my skin exposed to the mountain cold."Daphne, please, look at me," Tristan begged, his voice dropping into that smooth, quiet tone he used when he wanted something in our bed back at the southern packhouse."Think about everything we built together before that female ruined us.""Think about the nights by the hearth, the vows we made under the full moon, the way you used to rest your head on my chest after we mated.""We belong together, Daphne, you know it in your bloody heart."His words slipped over my ears, striking straight into two full years of deeply ingrained habit and tra

  • EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL   ON HIS KNEES

    DAPHNEI slipped out through a heavy oak side door into the freezing air of the garden corridor, desperate to escape the suffocating wall of body heat generated by five hundred angry males.The narrow stone walkway behind the pavilion was completely deserted, wrapped in tall evergreen hedges and heavy winter shadows.I leaned my spine back against the freezing masonry, resting the palms of my hands flat against the rough stone to ground myself.The icy mountain wind hit the bare skin of my chest and throat, cooling the hot, restless blood pulsing violently under my skin.My mind was a complete storm of raw frustration, still reeling from the intense, suffocating heat of standing next to Malakai in front of the entire continent.Every time his massive leather-gloved hand had pressed into the small of my back back in the hall, my inner wolf had practically clawed at my ribs to surrender to him.It was maddening how much control that Lycan King had over my body, even while my mind still

  • EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL   STRIPPED OF YOU

    DAPHNEThe heavy iron carriage grinding to a halt on the frozen mud was the only warning I got before my world shifted back into public view.I looked down at myself, running a hand over the thick crimson velvet gown hugging my waist and wide hips.The low cut of the neckline exposed my throat and collarbone to the ice-cold air, a deliberate choice that felt like wearing target markers.I wore no pack jewels, no silver collars, and no mating marks.My skin, my body, and my posture were the only statements I came to make.Malakai sat opposite me, his massive frame blocking out the pale winter sunlight spilling through the carriage window.His golden wolf eyes dragged over the exposed curve of my chest, his nostrils flaring as he drank in my scent."You look like a lethal weapon, Daphne," Malakai growled, his low voice thick and gravelly in the small space."Good," I said, meeting his heated gaze without flinching."Because those southern bastards need to see exactly what they threw awa

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