BROOKSIt wasn’t rushed or sloppy. It was slow, consuming, open-mouthed, his tongue sweeping against mine, tugging and teasing. I kissed him back with everything inside me, matching him, pulling him closer, losing myself in the heat of his mouth. My fingers slid into his hair and fisted tight, tugging. The sound that rumbled from his chest; low, rough, approving, made my toes curl.I climbed into his lap, straddling him. I felt him harden against me, thick and straining, and it only made me kiss him harder. His hands roamed up my back, down my sides, gripping my hips like he couldn’t get enough. Every place he touched set fire to my skin.When he finally pulled back, his breathing was harsh, his lips red and wet from me. His eyes searched my face, dark and stormy, as if he was fighting himself.“Are you sure?” he asked again, voice rough.“Yes,” I whispered.His jaw tightened, like my answer unraveled something in him. And then he was moving, scooping me up into his arms like I we
BROOKSWe arrived at Zade’s condo, and he carried me to the sofa, sitting me down. He moved around the apartment, the soft sound of his footsteps reminding me that he was still here, still present. Always present.I tried not to let my mind wander, but the past hours kept replaying in my head, the attack, the fear, Zade showing up just in time, and the strange feeling of relief I felt in his arms. Zade returned a moment later, holding the first aid kit in his hands. His expression was focused, a little distant, as if trying to block out whatever emotions were rattling around inside him. He knelt in front of me, setting the kit on the floor before he looked up at me.“This might hurt but I need you to hold still for me, okay?” he said softly, his voice surprisingly gentle. I wasn’t sure what to say so I just nodded.Zade gently parted my legs so that he could kneel in between them, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he began to tend to the cuts and bruises on knee.My mind drif
BROOKSThe fallout from the wedding cancellation was everywhere like wildfire, unstoppable, consuming everything in its path. Every news station, every blog, every social media outlet was abuzz with the scandal. On the surface, the official story was simple: “unforeseen personal reasons” had derailed the much-anticipated wedding between Stephan Romano and Venita White.But in the supernatural world? The whispers told a different story.Stephan Romano, the heir to the Romano throne, the once-coveted bachelor, was bonded to his stepsister. A bond that broke every rule, every taboo, every boundary. A bond so vile that it stained the Romano name beyond repair.And the worst part? I was at the center of it all. The girl who was never meant to be more than a footnote in their family’s history was suddenly the headline.Everywhere I went, there were eyes. Whispers. Judgement. People I didn’t even know stared at me with contempt, curiosity, or a combination of both. Heck, I even got sever
ZADEAfter Stephan stormed out, the silence that followed felt heavier than the fight itself. Blood, sweat, and betrayal hung in the air like a storm cloud.My chest was a furnace. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All I knew was that I needed to get out of that room before I lost what little control I had left.“I need to go,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else. My voice was hoarse, ragged.I turned for the door, but footsteps scrambled behind me.“Zade, wait.” Brooks’ voice cracked. Desperate.I froze. Every instinct screamed to keep walking, but my body betrayed me, my wolf tethered to the sound of her voice. Slowly, I turned.She stood there, clutching the sheets to her chest, her eyes red and wet. “Please… just let us talk. Please.”I clenched my jaw. My hands curled into fists at my sides, the need to both hold her and destroy her twisting me apart. “Fine,” I said, my tone sharp enough to cut glass. “Let’s talk.”The words burned coming out.Her lips trembled as
ZADEAfter Stephan stormed out, the silence that followed felt heavier than the fight itself. Blood, sweat, and betrayal hung in the air like a storm cloud.My chest was a furnace. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All I knew was that I needed to get out of that room before I lost what little control I had left.“I need to go,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else. My voice was hoarse, ragged.I turned for the door, but footsteps scrambled behind me.“Zade, wait.” Brooks’ voice cracked. Desperate.I froze. Every instinct screamed to keep walking, but my body betrayed me, my wolf tethered to the sound of her voice. Slowly, I turned.She stood there, clutching the sheets to her chest, her eyes red and wet. “Please… just let us talk. Please.”I clenched my jaw. My hands curled into fists at my sides, the need to both hold her and destroy her twisting me apart. “Fine,” I said, my tone sharp enough to cut glass. “Let’s talk.”The words burned coming out.Her lips trembled as
STEPHANThe moment I stepped into the mansion, her scent dragged through my chest like claws. I had been hunting her every damn second since the mate bond snapped into place, craving her like an addict. But this time… it wasn’t just her scent.It was the bond.And it was screaming filth at me.The second I crossed the threshold, I felt it, her moans vibrating in my skull, Heath’s grunts mingling with her sobs of pleasure, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing like a curse straight through the mate bond. I didn’t need to see it. My wolf forced it into me, every squelch of her dripping cunt as Heath slammed into her, every scream of his name when she broke apart around him. It was like I was being fucked through the bond while I stood there helpless.My hands shook. My vision blurred. Rage erupted so violently inside me that I thought I’d combust on the spot.I stormed up the stairs, each step a drumbeat of fury, until I kicked the bedroom door wide open.And there they were.Tangled