MasukGrathen stood at the center of the hall with both hands clasped behind his back.The firelight caught in the silver strands of his hair and made him look carved from something older than stone.His gaze rested on Aidan for a long quiet moment.Then he spoke.“You are welcome here.”Aidan’s shoulders went rigid.“I don’t need your welcome.”The words cracked through the room like a whip.Dahlia turned to him so fast her neck hurt.Aidan’s jaw flexed. Anger moved through him in visible waves, old and bitter and bruised.For one dangerous second, she thought he would say more.“Aidan.” Dahlia muttered Then he inhaled deeply through his nose, eyes shutting for the briefest moment.When he opened them again, some of the fire had dimmed.“...Thank you,” he muttered.Lorelei nearly smiled.Sylas, who stood beside the window with his hands in his pockets, looked deeply entertained.Before anyone could change their mind, Dahlia stepped forward.“We need help.”Grathen’s attention shifted to h
Sylas sat on a fallen log in the middle of the clearing as if the night belonged to him.His ghouls had returned a while ago, dragging two deers by their horns. She'd watched them tear both deers to pieces while they struggled to escape. It felt strange, knowing that she could have been the one behind their teeth and claws. Esmeralda watched him through swollen eyes, wrists bound behind the chair, thighs slick with drying blood. The two ghouls remained chained to the trees on either side of her, silent as carved idols, their pale heads angled toward the scent of pain.He had moved on from questioning.That somehow terrified her more.An old leather phone book rested open across his knee, yellowed pages fluttering whenever the wind passed through the trees. He turned each page with unhurried precision, scanning names, addresses, old numbers no one sane still used.“What are you doing?” she croaked.He did not look up.“Research.”“That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only one you’re getti
“Who sent you?”His voice did not rise.That was the worst part.Esmeralda had known cruel men. Men who shouted because they needed noise to feel powerful. Men who barked orders and broke bones loudly, theatrically, so everyone would know fear belonged to them.Sylas Reid did none of that.He stood a few feet away in the dark, one hand tucked into the pocket of his coat, the other loosely holding the chain attached to one of the creatures. Moonlight filtered through the trees in fractured strips, silvering the sharp planes of his face and catching in eyes that looked almost black from this distance.The ghouls remained still.She looked at them again as if they would disappear like a bad dream. Their pale skin was hairless and stretched too tightly over jutting bone. Their mouths hung slightly open, exposing rows of wet, needle-thin teeth. They did not pant. Did not blink. Only watched her with the patience of something that knew food eventually surrendered.Esmeralda burst into tear
She counts the breaths between his footsteps.One.Two.Three.Esmeralda presses herself flatter against the corridor wall, tucked inside the blind angle where a marble pillar meets a carved alcove. The mansion is too quiet for a place this large.There are no servants passing. No guards speaking. No music. Just the low hum of wind passing in the halls and the distant groan of old pipes.Predator houses were always silent.Sylas Reid walks ahead of her with the lazy confidence of a man who has never needed to fear what follows him. Dark coat thrown over broad shoulders, hair still damp as if he has just showered, hands in his pockets like he’s returning from nothing more dangerous than a late dinner.He doesn’t look back once.That unsettles her more than if he had.She had watched him for weeks from the edges of hockey arenas, parking lots, campus halls. She had seen the public version… the charming rival, the beautiful brute, the man girls sighed over and men envied.This version is
The room vibrated in the kind of silence that only comes after love making. But her insides were twirling like a tiny million moths had been met loose. Lazily, Dahlia watched the faint moonlight that slipped through the curtains in pale ribbons, laying silver across the sheets, across Aidan’s bare chest, across the tangled shape of their legs beneath the blanket. Dahlia lay tucked against him, her cheek resting over the steady rise and fall of his heart, her fingers lazily tracing the lines of his stomach.She should have felt it by now. By the goddess, she knew that she should have felt that invisible string growing stronger. Every story whispered among wolves spoke of the same moment.After the claiming. After the surrender.After the moon witnessed what belonged to it.The bond would rise like dawn. It would wrap around them both. It would be hot, alive, undeniable.She would hear him in the quiet spaces of her mind.Feel where he was without looking.Know his emotions the way
“Oh baby, you're fucking drenched” I grind my pussy over his thick cock pressing against me. I need more of him.He pulls his fingers away from my pussy and I groan in objection.He chuckles as yanks his boxers down, just enough to free his cock.My mouth waters at the sight of it.“Do you want to-” before he can finish his statement, I am already nodding.“I’m all yours.” He says pulling his boxers down I get on my knees, my ass jutting in the air and I roll my tongue over the thick head of his cock.He groans and lifts his hips from the bed. I pull my mouth away and he groans even harder“I need your mouth.” He begs and I smile at the desperation in his voiceI flick my tongue over the small slit and my mouth is filled with the salty taste of his precum. I suck his cock into my mouth, I love feeling the weight of him… I love how full he feels in my mouth.He lifts his hips again and this time, I open my mouth.“Yesss, that’s it.” He moans and thrusts upwards again, this time he do
I COULD NOT BREATHE.I could not even think as he slammed into my pussy. The lines between pain and pleasure blurred and merged together to forge a third emotion. Something I had never felt before.He pulled out almost immediately and slammed in again, burying himself to the hilt.“Dahlia.” His moa
When Aidan said he had sent everyone home, I hadn’t realized that he meant every single soul in the entire building. The mansion was a graveyard that amplified every tiny sound, even the sound of my breaths.The sound of the butter in the pan bounces over the surface of the stainless steel furnishi
I leaned up to stand on my tiptoes and moaned into his mouth.That was all he needed.He leaned in, grabbed me up and carried me into the bedroom. All the while, he never pulled out of the kiss.The soft mattress sank beneath my back as he placed me down, and he was on me again. His tongue was digg
“Hmm, I wonder what those ideas are…” I whispered as I kissed the corner of his mouth.He angled his head, desperate for a kiss but I didn't give him my lips.I kissed an invisible trail down his chin and then his throat. His body hardened as I rocked my pussy against his groin.He wrapped his hand







