MasukELARA
My legs moved as if they belonged to someone else all numb amf barely stead but they moved. And that was enough. The door shut behind me with a soft click that seemed to seal me in like a cage or a trap I’d walked into willingly. He didn’t speak again but just watched. His hand was still wrapped around his cock stroking it slow and smooth witj every pass of his palm causing another pulse of wetness between my legs. The water around him rippled in lazy rhythm with each glide of his fist and all I could do was stare all hungry and humiliated and soaked. My breath came shallow as I moved closer. One step followed bu another. I didn’t dare look him in the eye. I stared at his chest instead that wad broad and solid and dusted with faint black hair and his skin was gleaming under the bathroom’s dim light. There were scars there too crossing his ribs and trailing toward his abdomen. Proof of battles and power. Proof that he was everything I’d been warned about. I stopped a few feet from the tub. Close enough to smell the musk rising from the water. “Closer.” He said his voice rough like gravel and whiskey all low enough to vibrate in my chest. I swallowed and obeyed. My knees hit the cool marble floor beside the tub. I sank slowly unsure if I was kneeling to clean or kneeling to serve. Maybe both. Maybe I just wanted to be on my knees in front of him. His cock twitched at the sight and I glanced up to meet his eyes for the first time. They were so dark and cold and unreadable. But underneath it there was alsp hunger. My lips parted and I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t form words even if I tried. He leaned forward slightly his elbow braced on the edge of the tub, the motion causing water to slosh higher around his thighs. His cock stood fully out of the water now thick and flushed and proud. A single bead of precum glistened at the tip like a drop of moonlight. “I told you to help.” He said again but slow and dangerous now. My stomach twisted at the meaning. He means I don’t have to but you want to and damn right I want to. That voice inside me was whispering filthy things now. Louder than the guilt and louder than the fuming shame. I leaned forward my hands braced on the edge of the tub and heart pounding so hard it hurt. My face was mere inches from him now. My breath hit his cock warm and shaky and still he didn’t stop me. I looked up again and he raised an eyebrow just once. I blinked then let my tongue slip out all tentative just to taste. The tip of him was salty like velvet. He hissed once and the first sound of need I’d heard from him. And godsssss it did something to me. I licked again slower this time tracing the underside of his shaft. My mouth opened wider as I moved breath catching in my throat and before I knew it, the head was in my mouth so full and heavy and stretching my jaw. I smearing precum over my tongue like sin. He groaned so deep and his hips twitched upward just slightly. “Fuck!! You’ve never done this, have you?” He muttered. I shook my head my mouth still full. He growled low and his hand tangle in my hair not forcing yet but ready. “Such a good little maid. So desperate to be useful.” I moaned softly around him the sound vibrating through his cock and he swore again. His grip tightened then he started to thrust. It was slow at first guiding me down and letting me feel every inch of him, letting me choke and whimper and drool around his size. My hands gripped the edge of the tun my nails digging into marble and tears springing to my eyes as he pushed deeper. “You take it so well. Didn’t think you would. Thought I’d break you.” He grunted. He already has because I was a mess now wifj spit coating my chin and eyes glassy and body shaking as he fucked my throat with slow controlled thrusts. I should’ve hated this or backed away but I was burning and soakeddd. My ruined panties clung to me like a second skin and every time his cock pushed past my lips, my pussy clenched empty and aching. He looked down and saw the flush in my cheeks smd the dazed shine in my eyes and the way I rubbed my thighs together without meaning to. He pulled out slowly letting my lips drag along his shaft leaving me gasping and open mouthed and spit glistening on my chin. “You dripping already? From just sucking my cock?” He asked and I blinked in dazed unable to lie. He reached forward his hand between my thighs and cupped me through my soaked underwear. I gasped my body jolting because no one has ever touched me there. His fingers pressed against my slick folds rubbing once through the fabric. “Fuck! So soaked.” His thumb circled my clit. “You want to be used don’t you girl?” He asked but I could only I whimpered. “Say it.” “I-I want to be used Alpha.” His eyes lit with something wicked. “Then turn around and keep those knees on the floor.” He growled. I obeyed without thinking since I was too wrecked to process the filth in his voice amd the danger in his eyes. My body moved before my mind could catch up turning slowly my knees pressing harder into the cold marble floor. My spine arch and trembling hands bracing against the edge of the tub as I presented myself to him like an offering. I was still fully clothed but that didn’t matter. My dress clung to my damp skin all soaked with sweat and arousal and the mess of hours of humiliation. I felt pathetic. I felt dirty and also wanted. And that made it worse because rhat made me drip. Behind me I heard the water slosh and shift. The sound of Alpha Kael rising from the tub was like thunder cracking through my chest. I felt him before I saw him as the heat of his body moving closer and the shadow of him falling over me as my heart pounded hard enough to choke me. His hand reached out and grabbed the hem of my dress yanking it up roughly over my hips and baring my backside and my thighs and my soaked through panties that stuck between my folds like a second skin. He hissed low and guttura and I didn’t dare look back. I stared straight ahead my lips parted and barely breathing. “You’re soaked.’ He muttered almost like he was angry about it like it offended him. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my ruined underwear and he didn’t bother to pull them down gently. He ripped them anmd the sound of the fabric tearing loud and sharp and my breath hitched as cool air hit my slick heat. For a second, there was silence. Tension so thick I thought I might explode from it. Then I felt the head of his cock so wide and impossibly hard press against my entrance. He didn’t tease or warn but just pushed. I cried out my fingers clawing at the tub edge as he forced himself inside in one brutal stroke splitting me wide and stealing the breath from my lungs. He was too big and too thick. I felt every inch of him stretching me and dragging through my tight untrained walls making my eyes blurr with the sheer pressure of it. I should’ve begged him to stop. I should’ve screamed but all that came out of my mouth was a broken and helpless moan and the worst part was how wet I sounded when he bottomed out and his hips flush against my ass. He stilled for a moment deep inside me witj one hand gripping my waist like a vice and the other tangling in my hair and yanking my head back. His mouth came close to my ear his breath hot and ragged. “You feel like fucking heaven little maid.” He growled his voice thick with need and something darker. “Tight and wet and fucking made for me. You were walking around this house with this little cunt soaking and no one touching it? No one ruining it? Fucking waste.” Then he pulled back and slammed into me again hard enough to knock the air from my lungs and to make my knees scrape painfully on the marble and then again and again witj each thrust rougher than the last. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the vast room so filthy and wet and unrelenting. He fucked me like he hated me like he needed to break me open and godsd maybe I wanted him to. Every time his hips crashed against my ass his cock grinding deep into a place I never knew existed. My pussy would clenched tighter desperate for more and for all of it. My mind blurred into nothing but sensation the searing stretch and the slap of his body against mine and the brutal movr he carved into me without mercy. “You don’t get to hide from me now. You walked into my room and got on your knees and begged with your eyes. You knew what you were doing.” Hesnarled pounding harder and faster. I didn’t answer. He grabbed a fistful of my hair again pulling me upright so my back arched into him, my breasts rising and falling with each gasp. He leaned down teeth grazing my neck and his voice thick with hunger. “I should mark you right now. Fill this tight cunt and make you mine for real. But then I’d have to kill every fucking wolf who looks at you.” “Alpha.” I whimpered my voice cracking as his thrusts grew erratic and deeper somehow more. “Say it again.” He grunted slamming into me with a brutal snap of his hips. “Alpha - pleaseeee!” I choked out pleasure coiling so tightly in my belly it felt like pain. “Please what? You want to come on my cock little maid? You want to make a mess for me? Beg for it.” He demanded “Please. Alpha please let me come.” I sobbed, the words falling from my lips without pride or thought. “Pleasee pleazeee. I need it- I need -” He grabbed my hips with both hands and fucked me, brutal and deep dragging me back onto his cock with each thrust like he was claiming every inch of my body and then he reached around and rubbed my clit fast and rough. I shattered as my orgasm ripped through me like lightning my body seizing and my thighs shaking and my pussy clenching down so hard around him that he cursed and bit down on my shoulder not enough to mark but close. His own orgasm followed a second later, a roar tearing from his chest as he spilled inside me so hot and thick as pulse after pulse of cum flood me as he ground his hips into mine not stopping until he was wrung dry. We collapsed forward together, my chest against the cold edge of the tub and his weight heavy behind me. His cock was still deep and his breath hot against the side of my neck. I was shaking and boneless and used and filled to the max. My thighs were slick and his spend dripping down already. My body wrecked and marked and ruined but I’d never felt more alive.Morgan’s POVThe hall fell silent the moment I stepped in. My cloak was gone. My disguise is gone. I stood before them in full Luna regalia with silk clinging to my curves, the silver crown glinting in my hair. No more shadow games and no more hiding in taverns or forests. Let them see me. Let them know who I was.Gasps rippled through the crowd. Whispers sharp and quick. The Luna. Our Luna. It was her all along.But my eyes weren’t on them. My eyes were on the three men at the front of the hall from Kaelen, broad and furious, fists clenched. Dorian, sharp eyed and calculating already piecing it together. Ronan, arms crossed, jaw tight his steel gaze locked on me.The men I had taken in the shadows. The men who had fucked me, craved me and worshipped me without ever knowing who I was. Now they knew.“You!” Kaelen growled stepping forward with his chest heaving. “It was you.”Dorian’s lips curled in a smirk though his eyes burned. “I should have known. Only you would dare.”Ronan said
Morgan’s POVThe tavern was thick with smoke and sweat loud with laughter tankards slamming against wood and rhe smell of roasted meat and ale heavy in the air. I slipped inside like I belonged cloak drawn low over my face just another shadow among many but I wasn’t here for ale. I was here for him.Ronan.The rumors had spread fast that a war general visiting the border, ruthless, unbending and feared not just by his enemies but by his own men. They said he’d broken wolves with his bare hands, men twice his size women who thought they could tame him. And they said no one ever left his bed the same.When I spotted him, I knew every whisper had been true. Broad shoulders stretched his leather armor his dark hair cropped short, his jaw hard his eyes like steel. He sat at the head of a table, boots braced wide, a tankard in one hand his men laughing and jostling around him. He didn’t laugh. He only watched like a predator at ease in his den.And then he saw me.It was like a spear throug
Morgan’s POVAll so I could “stumble” upon him. Dorian.I heard him before I saw him the crunch of boots over leaves steady. When he emerged from the shadows my pulse jumped. Taller than Kaelen but leaner but no less powerful, his body was all coiled strength and predatory grace. His dark hair fell into his eyes, his jaw rough with stubble and there was a scar that ran from his cheekbone down toward his mouth giving him the look of a wolf who’d seen too many battles and won them all.“What’s a little lamb doing in wolf country?” His voice was low edged with suspicion cutting straight through my act. His eyes flicked over me, sharp as a blade and I knew instantly he wasn’t fooled.“I… I got lost,” I whispered clutching the lantern to my chest trying to look timid. But he stepped closer, too close his hand shooting out to grab my wrist. In one swift motion my back hit the rough bark of a tree, his body caging me in, heat radiating from him even through the night air.“You’re no villag
Morgan’s POVThe forge was hotter than hell itself even before I stepped inside, the heat rolled over me in waves and the clang of metal ringing like a heartbeat that pulled me closer. Sparks flew in bursts of orange and gold showering the dim space with flickers of light and there he was Kaelen. His broad back gleamed with sweat muscles flexing with every strike of the hammer. He worked bare-chested, the fire painting his skin in bronze veins bulging along his forearms as though the strength inside him was too much for his body to contain. My mouth went dry just watching him remembering every grunt and growl I’d heard when he fucked that girl senseless on this very bench.I clutched the dagger tighter my excuse to be here. “I need this repaired” He turned and for a moment those dark eyes swept over me lingering on the cloak that hid my figure before dragging down to my hands. His gaze sharpened like the blade he held.“A dagger like that shouldn’t break unless the hand holding it
Morgan’s POVI had worn the mask for so long that sometimes I forgot what it felt like to be a woman, to have a body that ached and pulse and burned in ways no crown or throne could ever soothe. They called me Luna still even after I sent him away. The Alpha who used to be my husband the man who spread himself across every bed in the pack except mine. I divorced him yet I kept my title because I gave the pack more than he ever did. I bled for them and built them up and led them with iron and tenderness. But when night fell and the halls grew silent, the demons inside me clawed and screamed. I was untouched and very starved. A Luna with a crown of power but a body begging to be ruined.It was that hunger that carried me through the village streets in disguise with cloak drawn low and hood shadowing my face. I told myself I was just observing just curious but even my own lies could not smother the heat between my thighs. I wasn’t here for politics or diplomacy. I was here to watch
Bella. I thought it was over. That Marco had finished his brutal claiming and that the sight of his men groaning and spilling their lust across the concrete floor would be the end of it. My body was still trembling ans still quaking with aftershocks when he held me pinned to the hood of the SUV his cock buried deep inside me amd his chest pressed hard against my heaving breasts.But Marco wasn’t finished.His head lifted dark eyes gleaming with something sharper than lust like a cruel possessive fire. He looked at his men every single one of them breathless, fists slick, their cocks still twitching still needy even after release.“On your knees” he barked.The sound of boots scuffing against concrete filled the garage. Every single one of them dropped with rifles still slung across their shoulders but their eyes never leaving me.Marco leaned back just slightly still keeping me stretched full and his hand sliding down to press against my swollen messy pussy where his cum was already







