LOGINThe night air is cold against my overheated skin.Draven stands behind me on the wide stone balcony, his arm still wrapped around my waist, holding me against him. Below, the courtyard is quiet. Most of his men are still inside the hall. I can hear faint laughter and voices through the doors, muffled and distant.My legs are shaking. Cum is still leaking from me, running down my thighs in slow, sticky trails. The thin dress is ruined and sticking to my skin. The heat inside me has only gotten stronger. It feels like my blood is burning, like I'm being consumed by fire from the inside out.He turns me to face him. His golden eyes are darker than before, the pupils narrow slits. Something has changed in them since he marked me. He looks at me like I'm already his in every way that matters."You're burning," he says. It's not a question. "I can feel it."I don't answer. I can't. The heat makes it hard to think.He steps back from me, his hands falling to his sides.Then he begins to ch
Seraphina's POVThe great hall is full tonight.I stand beside Draven's throne in a thin black dress he made me wear, practically indecent. The fabric clings to my body like a second skin, ending high on my thighs. Everyone can see the bite mark on my neck, the dark bruise blooming on my skin. Everyone can see the flush of my cheeks, the heat that won't leave my body.His commanders and soldiers sit at long tables, eating and drinking, laughing and talking like this is any other night. The air smells of roasted meat and ale. Torches line the walls, casting flickering light across the room. I shift on my feet, feeling dozens of eyes on me.My body still burns. The heat hasn't left since the hot spring. My pussy aches with every small movement, still tender from his use. I can still feel his cum from earlier, even though I tried to clean myself. It makes me shift uncomfortably.Draven sits on the throne like a king, and in truth, he is one now. He hasn't touched me since we returned fr
Seraphina's POVI'm still naked, my skin flushed and marked. The heat inside me hasn't faded. It's gotten worse, a burning ache deep in my core that makes every step feel like torture. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate and aching. I feel empty in a way that makes me want to scream.Draven walks ahead of me like he owns the castle. Which, I remind myself, he does. He took it from my father. He took everything.We reach a heavy oak door at the end of a long, winding corridor. He pushes it open without ceremony, and steam billows out.A hot spring glows faintly blue, the water heated by deep earth's fire. Stalactites hang from the ceiling, dripping slowly into the pool.He steps inside and starts undressing. He seems completely comfortable in his skin, without shame or modesty. I stand by the door, arms crossed over my chest, trying to shrink into myself."Get in," he says without looking at me."I'd rather freeze."He turns, his golden eyes flashing. "You'd rather I throw you
Seraphina’s POVHe pulls back slowly, dragging every inch of his length through my tight pussy. The friction is almost unbearable. Then he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.I scream.The sound tears from my throat, raw and broken. He's too big. I feel like I'm being split apart, stretched beyond what my body can take. My fingers scrabble against the table, searching for anything to hold onto."You feel that?" His voice is low, as he begins to move in long, punishing strokes. "You feel how deep I am inside you? You'll feel me for days."I want to tell him to go to hell. I want to spit curses and venom. But all that comes out is a choked moan as he drives into me again.He sets a brutal pace, pulling out until only the head remains, then slamming back in so hard the table shakes.My breasts press against the wood with every impact."You don't want this." He says each word between thrusts. "Do you?""N-no," I gasp out."But look at your body." His hand re
Seraphina's POVI'm dragged forward by rough hands, stripped me of everything but this thin white dress, almost sheer in the firelight, clinging to every curve of my body like a second skin. And there on my father’s throne sits Draven, the dragon king. He's more handsome than the stories ever described. Tall and broad-shouldered, with long, dark hair, and golden eyes.I see the faint gleam of scales at his temples, the sharp points of his canines when his lips part slightly. He killed my father. I watched it happen.His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "On your knees."Every muscle in my body locks. I won't. My father died with his head held high, and I'll do the same.One of the guards behind me kicks the back of my knee. The impact sends a jolt of fire through my leg. My knees hit the ground hard. Pain shoots up my thighs, radiating through my spine. But I don't look down. I keep my eyes fixed on Draven.He rises from the throne slowly, deliberately. He stops in fro
Simone’s POVHis cock is hard against my ass through our clothes and my keys are in the lock.I should turn them and walk inside and close the door. I should just go to sleep and pretend this night was a dream.Instead I push back against him, grinding my ass into the bulge in his jeans, and the sound he makes against my neck is low and hungry. My hand freezes on the keys as excitement shoots through me.He pulls my dress up from behind. He yanks the hem to my waist in the hallway of my apartment building where the overhead light is on and anyone would see a woman getting undresses at her front door.His hand slides between my legs from behind. His fingers find me bare and soaked, his cum from the backseat still leaking from me, and when he pushes two fingers inside me and feels the mess he left twenty minutes ago, the groan he makes vibrates against my shoulder blade.“Still full of me,” he says against my neck, his fingers pumping through his own cum inside my pussy. “And still this
Elena’s POVHe pushes inside me without warning, and the stretch forces a cry from my throat that fills the room.He's too thick and huge, that the head of his cock drags against my front wall. My pussy grips him so tight his jaw clenches and a groan rumbles through his chest."Fuck," he says. His
Elena’s POVI wake up zip-tied to a bed in a room that smells like expensive cologne.My wrists are raw. The plastic digs into my skin every time I pull and I've been pulling since I opened my eyes.The last thing I remember is the parking lot outside the club and hands grabbing me from behind. The
Wren’s POVHe materializes like fog becoming flesh.Translucent at first. Then clearer. Then real enough that I can see the details. My breath hitches because the man taking shape between my thighs is the handome man in the portrait hanging in my hallway downstairs.Dark hair. Sharp jaw. A mouth th
Wren’s POVSomething touches my breast and I kick so hard the bedsheet flies off the mattress.I sit up in the dark.It’s my first night in the manor. Boxes still stacked in the hallway. The bedroom smells like old wood and dust and the realtor's perfume from this morning when she handed me the key







