Mag-log inMorning did not cool her.Heat sat in Maelis like a second pulse, thick and shameless. The bites on her throat throbbed in time with it. She was slick before she opened her eyes—slick from them, slick from herself, the sheets ruined in a way that would have scandalized Glassmere and only made Thornwake look proud.Iskander slept on his back, one arm thrown above his head, the scar under his eye softer in daylight. Rhydian was half sprawled across Caedmon, mouth open against the other alpha’s shoulder. Three dangerous men, claimed into her blood, and still stupid enough to think the omega in the middle of the bed would wake up meek.Maelis smiled.She sat up, naked, hair wrecked, thighs shining, and looked at what belonged to her now.Then she started working.She straddled Iskander first. He came awake on a sharp inhale when she took him in her hand and stroked him to full hardness with slow, filthy twists. His eyes sna
Maelis did not look at the door.“I am not stolen,” she said. Her voice was wrecked and certain. “I am yours. Open it and tell them that—or don’t. Either way I am not leaving this room to be collected.”Iskander’s mouth claimed hers before the last word finished.It was not gentle. It was heat meeting a decision. He kissed like a man sealing a border, tongue deep, hand fisted in her hair hard enough to tilt her throat for him. Maelis opened for it with a sound that made Rhydian growl against the back of her neck. In the hall, someone started to speak again. Caedmon crossed the room, threw the latch, and said, without raising his voice:“She walked. She stays. Anyone from Glassmere who puts a boot on our stair loses the boot.”The corridor noise receded. The door shut. The lock turned from the inside because Maelis had already given them the only answer that mattered.Then there was no politics left in the room.
The lodge swallowed sound.Maelis felt it the moment the door shut: heat in the beams, old smoke in the stone, the layered scent of a pack that did not bother to smell polite. Voices dipped when she passed. Not a bow. A recognition. An unclaimed omega had walked in on her own feet, and Thornwake was already rearranging itself around that fact.Iskander did not parade her. He took her up a side stair that smelled of cedar and cold iron. Rhydian followed close enough that the heat off his body kept brushing her spine. Caedmon came last, unhurried, as if haste would admit too much.The room at the top had a door that opened from the inside. She checked. The latch was real. The window looked down on a dark yard and a ring of pines. No bars.“Eat,” Iskander said.Someone had already left a tray: bread still warm, sliced meat, a stone cup of something dark and spiced. Maelis sat because standing was becoming a negotiation with her knees. T
Maelis crossed the river at dusk with her pulse loud in her throat and her choice already made.The boundary stones of Thornwake were older than the treaty maps Glassmere still pretended to honor. Black basalt, scored with claw marks no polite pack would leave on display. She set her palm on the nearest one and felt the ward recognize an omega in early heat: a low, answering hum under the skin, like a door unlocking because she had asked it to.She had not been dragged here. She had written the letter herself.I am unclaimed. My heat is three days out. Glassmere will sell the bond to whoever pays in timber rights. I will not be livestock with a ribbon on it. If Thornwake still wants an omega who can stand in a room with three alphas and not fold, I am coming on foot. If you refuse me at the stones, I turn around. If you take me, you take the terms I send with this.The terms were simple. She would not be locked. She would keep her name. Claiming, if it happened,
Caelum was already sitting on the edge of the bed when she entered the room, completely naked, cock hard and resting against his stomach. He didn’t speak at first. He only pointed to the floor in front of him.Vespera knelt.He looked down at her for a long moment, eyes dark with quiet satisfaction.“You’ve been good,” he said. “Tonight I’m going to let you show me how filthy you can be when I give you permission. You’re going to ride my cock. You’re going to take every inch in one drop. And you’re going to talk while you do it. I want to hear exactly what a dirty little slut you are for me. Understand?”“Yes, Sir.”“Up.”She stood. He leaned back on his hands, spreading his thighs slightly, offering himself without helping her. The silent order was clear: she had to do the work.Vespera climbed onto the bed and straddled his lap. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around his thick cock, and stroked him once, fee
Caelum found her already kneeling when he entered the session room the next evening.Vespera’s hands rested on her thighs, palms up, eyes lowered. The position had become automatic. He closed the door, locked it, and walked a slow circle around her, letting the silence stretch until her breathing changed.“Present.”She turned, lowered her chest to the floor, and reached back to spread herself open for him. The air was cool against her exposed cunt and the tight furl of her ass. He crouched behind her and simply looked for a long moment.“Beautiful,” he said. “And already wet before I’ve touched you. You’re learning.”He leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue from her clit all the way up through her folds, ending with a slow, deliberate circle around her asshole. Vespera jerked. He did it again, slower, tasting every part of her. Then he settled in properly and began to eat her with focused, almost greedy attention.
The heavy weight of Darius’s cock rested against my soaked pussy like a promise and a threat. He dragged the thick, veined length up and down my clit, coating himself in my shame while twenty-five pairs of eyes devoured every twitch of my body.I was naked from the waist up, black mourning dress b
I couldn’t stop shaking. Forty minutes. That’s all I had left before the rest of the family descended into this torch-lit chamber of sin. Forty minutes of Darius circling me like a wolf that had finally cornered its prey, while my traitorous pussy kept leaking down my thighs, ruining the expens
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"ROXY"My back hit the wall of the honeymoon suite so hard the expensive art rattled. Damian’s mouth was on mine, hungry and desperate, his hands shoving my wedding dress up around my hips before I could even catch my breath. The heavy door had barely clicked shut behind us when he p







