INICIAR SESIÓNI barely had time to steady myself before be spun me back to face the wall, one hand still in my hair, the other reaching for the bottle of lube sitting on the shower shelf.“Asher…” I started, my voice hoarse and raw.He cut me off.I heard the click of the cap. Cold gel dripped between my cheeks; his fingers spread it roughly, pushing one slick finger inside me without warning. I jerked, a strangled sound tearing out of my throat.“Relax,” he muttered against my ear, though there was nothing gentle in it. He worked a second finger in, scissoring, stretching me open with more lube. The burn was sharp. My cock twitched traitorously against the tile. “The bond wants this. Your body wants this. Stop pretending you’re above it.”“I don’t..” My voice cracked. “This isn’t what I... fuck..”He pulled his fingers free, slicked his cock generously with more lube, and lined up. The thick head pressed against me. One hard thrust and he buried himself halfway. The stretch tore a broken sound fro
Water streamed down his arm, darkening his sleeve, but he didn’t seem to care. Asher’s face was inches from mine, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitch.“You forget yourself,” he whispered, voice low and lethal. “You forget that every breath you take in this house is a gift I chose to give. And yet you spread your legs for someone else and wear his token like a prize?”I forced myself to hold his gaze, even as my knees threatened to buckle. The mate bond twisted in my chest like barbed wire, hot and unwanted. “You don’t own me, Asher. You never did.”His laugh was cold and humorless. “Don’t I?” He reached down and grabbed my wrist, twisting it just enough to make me wince. “Every scar on your body, every nightmare you wake from, those are mine. I carved myself into your life so deeply that you’ll never scrape me out. And you think some overnight lover can change that?”My free hand shot up and slapped him across the face.The sound cracked through the steam-filled room
I slipped out of Rhea’s room late in the night, my body still humming with residual heat and my legs slightly unsteady. I made it back to my own quarters without being seen and immediately headed for the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away the evidence of what we had done. I had fucked a female after some long time.I needed the water to wash her off me, not because I regretted it, but because I couldn’t afford to carry her scent into the daylight. Asher had eyes everywhere. One wrong whiff and he’d know. The mate bond already sat under my ribs like a constant, unwelcome pressure; the last thing I needed was him catching his sister's scent on my skin.I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand and stepped under the spray.Steam billowed up immediately, fogging the mirror and filling the small space with thick, wet heat. I tilted my head back and let the water pound against my face, my shoulders, the sore spots on my hips where Rhea’s fingers had gripped too hard. I closed
“Tell me do you still want more.” Rhea murmured after some time. "Yes,” I muttered. “I want your mouth, your hand… all of it. I want more, Rhea.” “Good.” She smiled rising , dark eyes gleaming with hunger, then kissed her way down my body slowly, teasing every sensitive spot until I was shifting under her. When she settled between my thighs, she wrapped her fingers around my cock that hardened again and stroked it once, slow and firm. Her hot breath ghosted over the head, making me twitch. “Already this hard again for me,” she praised, before leaning in. She didn’t just lick. She claimed. One broad, filthy drag of her tongue from the base of my balls all the way up the underside of my cock, then she opened wide and swallowed me in one ruthless glide until her nose pressed against my stomach. The sudden wet heat and tight constriction ripped a broken shout from my throat. She held me there, throat working around the head, swallowing deliberately so the muscles milked me. When
I limped down the corridor, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Every step sent fresh fire through my side, but I kept my head high until I turned the corner and disappeared from their sight. Only then did I let my shoulders slump.The moment I reached my room, I shut the door and leaned against it, breathing hard. The moonstone pendant still rested warm against my chest, but even its gentle glow couldn’t ease the storm inside me. I peeled off my torn, blood-stained clothes and cleaned my wounds as best I could, hissing at the sting. Then I crawled into bed, pulling the covers over my head.Sleep wouldn’t come.I tossed and turned for hours, the sheets tangling around my legs. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Calla’s mocking grin, heard Carleigh’s cold satisfaction, and felt Asher’s dismissive grip on my wrist. The betrayal burned hotter than the gashes in my side. My body ached and my heart ached worse. I tried to sleep but failed until I realized that the manor had grown quiet. The d
Just as I was still wondering, Calla took a slow step closer, clearly enjoying my reaction. “You’re awfully quiet. That’s not like you. Usually you have so much to say when you think you’re safe. What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue… or was it a wolf?” She asked but I ignored her.I turned away, jaw clenched, forcing my legs to keep moving despite the burning pain in my side. Every step felt like fire, but I was desperate to reach my room and get away from her poisonous presence. The mate bond was already pulling at me from somewhere deeper in the pack house.But as I passed her, she spoke again, her voice low and mocking. “By the way… I like your wolf, Dylan. That pretty white fur looks even better when it’s stained red with blood.”I lost it.I spun around so fast that pain exploded through my wounds, but I didn’t care. “You,” I hissed, voice shaking with rage and hurt. “It was you. You tried to kill me out there. Why? What the hell is wrong with you, Calla?!”She laughed softly, cle







