LOGIN“Shh, little girl,” he growled, teeth catching my bottom lip. I fought the moan, but he circled my clit, my hips jerked helplessly against his hand. Then he pushed my panties aside and sank two thick fingers inside me. I soaked his palm, knees buckling as tremors wracked me. “That’s it, cum for me,” he whispered against my ear. I did. Waves crashed through me while he held me up, stroking gently, murmuring filthy praise that made it sweeter, deeper, more shattering than anything I’d ever felt with a woman. I’m a lesbian. I’ve always known it, claimed it shamelessly. I’ve mapped women’s bodies with my mouth, hands, loving every touch and gasp. My best friend’s tongue between my legs has made me come countless times. The only man I tried, my ex, was awkward, unsatisfying. I swore off them forever. I love women. I love my best friend. So why does this man, her father, the one I should never want make me wetter with one stroke than she ever has? Why am I aching for his cock, pushed inside me, thrusting relentlessly, filling me, ruining me in ways no woman could? Why does bending over his desk for him feel like the right thing to do? One forbidden touch. One devastating truth: I might never want another woman again. When I rejected the vice chancellor's advances, my best friend's obsessive aunt, she threatened expulsion. My friend took me to her father, the college owner. One look at his body and I was lost. That night in their home, hiding in the kitchen while watching him cook, I touched myself, craving what is forbidden. Will my best friend discover my sudden addiction to her father? Will her aunt ever stop wanting me?
View MoreChapter 103~ Alice POV ~I knew she was coming before she knocked.I could feel it.Some people knock softly.Some hesitate outside your door.Iris didn’t.Three sharp knocks.Demanding.Like she had every right to stand there.I stared at my reflection for half a second longer before answering. My face was calm. Composed.Perfectly fine.“Come in,” I called.The door opened.She stepped inside like a storm trying to pretend it was sunlight.The door shut behind her.Silence.We just looked at each other.She was tense. Shoulders tight. Jaw clenched.Good.At least I wasn’t the only one unraveling.“What do you want?” I asked casually.Her eyes flashed.“You know what I want.”I leaned against my dresser. “Enlighten me.”“You sent the video.”Not a que
~ Iris POV ~I found Ky near the western training grounds just before sunset.The sky was streaked in gold and fading blue, warriors clearing out after drills, the air thick with dust and sweat and the distant scent of pine. It should’ve felt ordinary.Instead, everything felt sharp.Like glass under skin.Ky stood with her back to me, arms folded as she watched two younger wolves spar. She didn’t turn when I approached.“I heard,” she said quietly.Of course she had.Nothing stayed quiet in this estate.I stopped beside her. “I can’t believe she did that.”Ky finally looked at me. Her expression wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t even angry.It was calculating.“You can’t?” she asked gently.The question hit harder than accusation.“She looked me in the eye this morning,” I said, voice tightening. “She said she was tired of fighting. She smiled.”
~ Duncan POV ~The house had never felt this quiet.Not after war.Not after funerals.Not even the night my mate died.But tonight…The silence was different.It wasn’t grief.It was fracture.I stood outside Alice’s door for a full thirty seconds before knocking.Three slow taps.No answer.I didn’t need one.“Open the door, Alice.”A pause.Then the click of the lock.I stepped inside.Her room was dimly lit, curtains drawn despite the late afternoon sun. She stood by the window, arms crossed, posture rigid.She didn’t turn around.“I suppose this is where you lecture me,” she said flatly.I closed the door behind me.“No.”That made her glance over her shoulder.“No?” she repeated.“No lectures.”I walked further into the room, slow, measured steps
~ Iris POV ~If peace had a smell, it would have been this morning.Fresh bread. Polished oak. Rain from last night still clinging to the stone courtyard.Everything felt… normal.Too normal.Alice sat across from me at breakfast.And she smiled.Not the sharp, sarcastic curl of her lips. Not the fake, venom-laced grin.A soft one.“I’m tired of fighting,” she said, buttering her toast. “It’s exhausting.”Duncan looked relieved. Actually relieved.Ky froze beside the window.I didn’t trust it.But I nodded anyway. “Me too.”Alice looked at me then. Really looked at me. Her gaze held something unreadable.“Maybe we can start over.”Start over.Like we weren’t standing on the ashes of something we once were.Duncan cleared his throat. “That would make this week easier.”This week.The mating ceremony.Alice’s eyes flickered for half a second.Then she smiled again.“Of course, Dad.”Dad.The word sounded deliberate.Carefully placed.After breakfast, she even walked beside me through th
~IrisI woke up smiling, actually smiling for the first time in weeks.Sunlight streamed through the thin curtains of my tiny off campus apartment, the one I barely used anymore because I was always at Alice’s dorm. My bed. My sheets. My space. No overwhelming scent of pine and smoke lingering on
~IrisHe caressed my face with the back of his knuckles, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every curve.“You beautiful little wolf,” he murmured, voice rough with something that sounded almost like wonder.Then his mouth crashed into mine, hard, hungry, no gentleness left. His teeth caugh
~DuncanWaiting until 8 p.m. felt like slow torture. Every minute dragged, the clock mocking me while I paced the study, whiskey untouched. At 7:55 I left the estate in the Mitsubishi, windows down, night air cutting sharp across my skin. Thorne followed in the SUV behind me.We pulled up to The O
~Duncan She scrambled off the bed, snatching her scattered clothes with shaking hands. The sheet fell away from her body as she dressed, quick, jerky movements, like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough. Her back was to me, skin still flushed and glistening from what we’d just done, th
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