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Chapter 5: Public Flames
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2026-07-09 20:25:58The mark on my neck refused to fade. By the next evening, it had darkened into a possessive bruise that no amount of makeup or scarves could fully conceal from a werewolf’s sharp senses.
Every time I moved, the ache reminded me of Cassian’s fangs and the thick taste of his cum down my throat. My body was in full rebellion—constant low-grade heat making my skin hypersensitive and my pussy perpetually slick. I changed my panties three times before dinner, each pair soaked through with evidence of my depravity. The pack had gathered for a formal dinner in the grand hall to discuss territory matters. Important Alphas and Betas from allied packs filled the long tables. Cassian sat at the head like a dark king, radiating authority in a tailored black suit. I chose a seat directly beside him, wearing a dangerously short emerald dress that hugged every curve and dipped low at the cleavage. Lady Isolde sat across from us, engaged in conversation with a visiting Luna, oblivious for now. Under the table, my hand found Cassian’s thigh. He tensed instantly but continued speaking with perfect composure to the gathered wolves. I grew bolder, sliding my palm higher until I cupped the growing bulge in his trousers, squeezing gently. His voice hitched almost imperceptibly as he discussed border patrols. “Careful, little moon,” he murmured under his breath during a lull, his hand clamping over mine in warning. “You’re playing with fire.” I leaned closer, pretending to reach for wine, and whispered hotly against his ear, “I want you to burn me, Daddy. Right here. Under this table. Finger your daughter’s dripping cunt while everyone talks about pack law.” His grip tightened painfully, but I felt his cock throb against my palm. The scent of his arousal spiked, mixing with mine in a heady cloud that only heightened wolves could detect. One of the Betas nearby shifted uncomfortably, nostrils flaring, but said nothing. Cassian excused us both midway through the main course, gripping my elbow with bruising force as he led me down a side corridor toward his private wing. The moment we were out of sight, he shoved me into an alcove and pinned me against the wall. “You insatiable little slut,” he snarled, yanking my dress up and finding me bare and dripping once again. “Teasing me in front of the entire pack? Do you want them to know what a whore their Alpha’s daughter has become?” Two thick fingers slammed into me without mercy. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he fucked me hard and fast, his palm grinding against my clit. My juices ran down his wrist, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet hallway. “Look at you,” he growled, adding a third finger and stretching me deliciously. “Soaking for your stepfather while your mother sits twenty feet away. This cunt is mine. Say it.” “It’s yours, Daddy,” I gasped, riding his hand desperately. “Only yours. Please let me come. I need it.” He brought me right to the edge, my walls fluttering wildly, then withdrew his fingers completely. I whimpered in protest, but he forced them into my mouth instead, making me clean my own slick off them while he watched with dark satisfaction. “Not here. Not yet,” he said, voice strained. “You’ll learn patience, Eva. Or I’ll tie you to my desk in the studio and edge you for hours while I direct real rituals.” The threat only made me wetter. He straightened my dress with rough hands, then sucked his fingers clean himself, eyes closing briefly at my taste. The sight was so filthy and erotic I nearly came untouched. We returned to dinner separately. Throughout the rest of the evening, Cassian’s gaze burned into me—promises of punishment and pleasure warring in his amber eyes. I sat with my thighs pressed together, aching, marked, and more addicted than ever. Later that night, alone in my room, I opened my diary again: Dear Moon Diary, I almost made him break in front of the pack tonight. His fingers inside me while laws and alliances were discussed. I’m losing control. Or maybe I never had any. All I know is I need his knot soon, or I’ll go feral. Daddy has to claim me properly. I’ll make sure he has no choice. Sleep evaded me once more. The pull toward the basement grew stronger with every passing hour. Cassian’s resistance was cracking, and I was determined to shatter it completely. The next descent would change everything—I could feel it in my bones and in the constant, throbbing need between my legs. The sin was deepening, and neither of us could walk away unscathed.
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