LOGINLyra’s POVRiven finally pulls out. A thick, warm rush of cum spills from me, dripping down my thighs and soaking into the furs beneath. My arms give out, and I collapse onto my elbows, trembling, struggling to breathe. My pussy is swollen, hot, still twitching with aftershocks, and I'm barely given a second to recover before Caelum takes me.He shifts me onto his lap, my back pressed against his chest. He's still half-hard, still ridged, and when he slides into me, the feeling makes me whimper. He's not as thick as Riven was, but the ridges catch and drag against my swollen walls, and I feel every single one. My head falls back against his shoulder."Breathe," he says, his voice a low rumble against my ear. His hands grip my hips, guiding me down onto him. "You're going to take all of us, little one."I don't have time to process his words before Theron kneels in front of me. His hand cups my jaw, tilting my face up, and he feeds his cock into my mouth. I open without thinking. Th
Lyra’s POVRiven shoves into me in one brutal thrust, and the difference is staggering.The stretch is sharper this time. He is partially shifted—I can feel it in the ridges along his cock that weren't there before. He doesn't give me time to adjust.He starts fucking me hard and deep from the first stroke, hips slamming against my ass, the wet sound of it filthy and loud in the firelit hall. Each thrust forces more of the combined seed inside me to leak out around his cock and run down my thighs. I can feel it dripping onto the furs beneath me, soaking into the fur."Fuck," I gasp. "Slow down—""No."The word is a growl, almost animal. His hands grip my hips so hard I know there will be bruises tomorrow. I don't care. I don't think I've ever cared about anything less in my entire life.The others are on me instantly.Caelum kneels in front of me and guides his cock back between my lips. I open for him automatically, still tasting the others on my tongue. He's fully hard again, and
Lyra’s POVTheron carries me and places me on a table. The cold stone of the table presses against my back, but I barely feel it. Not when Theron's hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide for him. Not when I feel the thick head of his cock nudging against my entrance, slick with everything Caelum left behind.He pushes in—one smooth, filthy thrust that steals the breath from my lungs."Gods," I gasp, my back arching off the table.I am so wet with Caelum's seed that Theron slides in easier than the Caelum did, but he is still thick enough to make me feel every inch of his invasion. The stretch is delicious, overwhelming, and my fingers curl against the stone as I try to anchor myself.Theron grins down at me, his gray eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Fuck, look at that," he mutters, drawing back just enough to watch the obscene sight of his cock pushing in and out of me. His thumb traces my stretched rim, and I shudder. "Stuffed full of dragon cum and still greedy for more.
Lyra’s POVCaelum rips my panties aside and pushes in.The stretch makes me gasp. The ridged head forces my pussy open. He doesn’t stop until he is buried halfway, then he pauses, jaw tight, the muscles in his neck standing out like ropes. He gives me only a second before he thrusts deeper.“Oh my god—” The words tear out of me. I can feel every ridge, every vein, every impossible inch of him. It’s too much, and at the same time, It’s not enough.“Breathe,” he orders, voice rough. “You can take it.” There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—not just lust, but wonder, like he’s been waiting three hundred years for this exact moment and I am somehow exceeding his expectations.I try. My hands scrabble at his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle there. The ridges drag against my walls with every inch he gains, each one scraping past something so sensitive it makes my vision white out. When he finally bottoms out I feel so full I can barely think, so full I can feel him in my
Lyra’s POVThe heavy doors of the castle close behind me. I freeze in the middle of the great hall, my bag still in my hand, and stare.Four men stand at the far end of the room.All of them are shirtless, huge, and they’re all looking at me like they have been starving for years.My heart starts slamming so hard I can feel it in my throat. How did I get myself here?I am twenty years old, a college dropout who just inherited a castle from a grandmother I never met, and now I am standing in a hall while four of the most beautiful men I have ever seen watch me.My grandmother left me this place, and she left me no instructions, no explanations. Only a key.And I don’t remember her telling me she gave four spare keys to three beautiful men.“Okay,” I say out loud. “This is honestly a lot to take in. Who the hell are you and why are you half-naked in my grandmother’s castle?”The tallest one steps forward first. Silver eyes. Black hair pushed back from a face that looks carved from somet
Maeve's POVKieran carries me back to his mansiom in complete silence.The walk is short, but every step is a torture. I am still leaking his cum, the warm fluid sliding down my thighs in slow, steady trails. The night air is cool against my overheated skin, and I can feel the eyes of the pack on us until the door closes behind us.Outside, the pack is still processing what they just witnessed. Inside, there is only the two of us.He sets me down on the massive bed lined with furs, and I collapse onto the soft pelts. Kieran stares down at the mess between my legs, his eyes dark with satisfaction. I follow his gaze and see the swollen, reddened lips of my cunt, still slightly gaping. I lie on my back, spreading my legs without being asked. My body responds to him like it has always known this dance, like every part of me has been waiting for his command.He strips out of the remaining scraps of clothing—the tattered remnants of whatever he wore before the shift—and climbs over me.
Ava’s POVI wake up to his hand between my legs.Not the careful, testing touch from last night. This time his fingers are inside me, two of them, pumping slowly, and when my eyes open he's propped on one elbow, watching my face with those green eyes and that smirk."Morning, sweetheart," he says,
Ava’s povHe pushes in slowly. Inch by inch. Eyes locked on mine. The same stretch, the same fullness, but the pace changes everything. I feel every ridge. Every vein. The thick drag of him against walls that are raw and swollen and still trembling.My legs wrap around his waist without permission.
Ava’s pov The stretch splits me open, and the cry that tears from my throat fills the room. He's inside me. All the way. His cock buried to the hilt in my pussy with my face in the sheets, my ass in the air and his hands bruising my hips. He's thicker than his fingers, thicker than the inch he t
Ava’s pov He pulls his fingers out and flips me onto my back, and the mattress bounces under me. He's over me, shirtless, his cock hard and straining against his boxers, and the look on his face is a man who just had the leash cut. He grabs the hem of my tank top and yanks it over my head. My ti







