You think that iron gate was the warning? Baby, that was just the foreplay. Fire and Fang only gets hotter, dirtier, and far more dangerous from here. Lily isn’t just wandering into a dark estate—she’s about to be devoured. Link is all muscle, ink, and a mouth that promises ruin. And when he takes her? It’s not sweet—it’s filthy, rough, and fucking addictive. But she won’t just be his. Salma’s hands? Her mouth? They’ll show Lily just how good it feels to be wanted by more than one. To be touched everywhere—together. This isn’t about falling in love. This is about being worshipped, owned, wrecked. About waking up dripping, breathless, still aching for more. If you’re ready for bodies crashing, teeth sinking, and heat that doesn’t let up—keep turning the pages. Because, darling, the real sin is just getting started.
Lihat lebih banyakLilly crooked a finger. "On your knees, Salma. Crawl to me."
There was a hesitation, not from resistance, but from pride breaking. Salma obeyed, dropping to all fours and crawling, her eyes glued to the apex of Lilly’s thighs where slickness already gathered, glistening under the heat of her own power.
"Remember how I taste?" Lilly purred.
"Every fucking night I dream of it," Salma admitted, voice hoarse.
"Then refresh your memory."
Salma dove in, mouth hot and wet, licking a broad stripe up the center of Lilly’s cunt, groaning when her tongue found that sensitive, pulsing nub.
Lilly’s head tilted back, a sinful smile curving her lips as she grabbed Salma by the hair. "No teasing, bitch. Eat me like you mean it."
Link watched, his cock already stiff and leaking, his hand gripping the base as he stroked slowly, savoring every sight and sound.
Salma obeyed, her tongue insistent, lapping, sucking, her teeth scraping just enough to sting. She pushed her face deeper, nosing against Lilly’s clit while two fingers plunged deep inside, curling perfectly.
Lilly gasped, the jolt of pleasure setting her muscles alight. She pushed Salma harder, grinding against her face. "That’s it. Sloppy and nasty, just how I like it."
"Fuck, look at you," Link growled, his voice thick. "Wrecked already and I haven’t even touched you yet."
Lilly's eyes, half-lidded with lust, flicked to him. "Don’t you dare stop watching. I want you to see me cum on her face."
Salma worked faster, her mouth devouring Lilly’s heat, her fingers merciless. The wet, obscene sounds of her tongue mixed with Lilly’s growing cries.
"More. Fill me with your fingers. Stretch me."
Salma grunted, adding another finger, then a fourth, stretching Lilly open until she moaned like she was being fucked by more than hands.
"You’re so fucking greedy," Link muttered, stroking himself faster.
Lilly shuddered, her legs trembling. "I’m cumming. Fuck, I’m gonna flood your mouth, Salma. Take it. Take everything."
With a sharp cry, Lilly came, her body jerking as her orgasm tore through her, wetness pouring out, soaking Salma’s face. Salma lapped at her desperately, swallowing, groaning like a starved animal.
When the tremors eased, Lilly yanked her up by the hair, spit and slick glistening on Salma’s chin. "Good little bitch. Sit over there. Don’t fucking touch yourself unless I say so."
Salma obeyed, breathless, cheeks flushed.
Lilly turned, eyes locked on Link. She pointed to the bed, her voice a growl. "Come here. Now."
Link stood, his cock hard and heavy, precum beading at the tip. He prowled to her, grabbed her roughly by the hips, and kissed her with teeth, with hunger.
"So wet," he hissed. "You let her ruin you for me."
"All for you," Lilly whispered. "Now fuck me. Fuck me so hard she knows I’m yours."
Link didn’t hesitate. He spun her, bending her over the bed, and rammed into her with a single, brutal thrust. Lilly screamed, her back arching, her nails clawing the sheets.
"Harder! Break me, Link!"
"You’ll take every inch, Flame. You’ll take it and fucking beg for more."
He pounded into her, each thrust shaking the bed, the slap of skin on skin echoing. His hands bruised her hips, his pace unforgiving.
"Say it," he growled. "Say who owns this cunt."
Lily
I should’ve taken the creepy wrought iron gate as a sign. Not just a red flag, but the whole damn marching band. My rideshare driver didn’t even wait for me to get both feet out before he sped off, tires screeching as if the forest itself was trying to claw him back. The trees lining the gravel path leaned in like gossiping witches, their gnarled limbs reaching for me with curiosity—or hunger.
The Greyhowl Estate rose from the mist like something pulled from the spine of a Gothic horror novel. Massive, looming, and utterly disinterested in modern life. It didn’t welcome me. It
assessedme.“Welcome to the Greyhowl Estate,” I whispered to myself. My words vanished in the chilled air, stolen by the fog that curled around my boots like curious snakes.
I tightened my hoodie around my frame and tried not to shake. Not from the cold—no. From something else. The place had a pulse. Not metaphorical, either. I
feltit. Like the earth beneath the estate had a heartbeat. And for some stupid reason, mine was syncing to it.New job. New life. New version of Lily, the one who didn’t flinch when men raised their voices or hesitate when making decisions. That’s what I told myself. Over and over.
My phone buzzed in my coat pocket.
Marcy [BFF]:
You alive? Blink twice if kidnapped by sexy vampires.Lily:
Alive. I think. This place? It's straight out of a cursed fairytale. Like if Dracula and the Beast co-signed a mortgage.Marcy:
Omg STOP. Sexy castle or creepy?Lily:
Both. Very… thick vibes. If I disappear, avenge me.Before I could hit send, the door creaked open.
A tall woman stepped out. Sharp cheekbones. Impeccable posture. Dressed like a corporate villainess in black-on-black. Her dark eyes skimmed over me like I was a gum stain on marble.
“You’re late,” she said, voice flat, accent vague and expensive.
“I’m Lily,” I offered with my best ‘please don’t eat me’ smile. “My GPS took me to a barn. I may have joined a chicken cult.”
She blinked once.
“I’m Celeste. House Manager. Come.”
She turned and disappeared into the mansion like she expected me to follow without question. And I did. Because, apparently, I’m that girl now.
The doors groaned shut behind me with the finality of a sealed tomb.
Inside, it was colder. Colder than outside. Despite the roaring fireplace, the air had that museum quality—preserved and haunted. Dark wood walls. Chandeliers dripping with crystals. Paintings that watched you.
One, I swear,
smirked.“You’ll have quarters on the east wing,” Celeste said, heels echoing on marble. “There are house rules. No one enters the West Wing. No wandering after 10 PM. No social media. And under no circumstances are you to approach the Alpha.”
I stumbled, literally.
“I’m sorry, the what?”
“The Alpha,” she repeated. “Head of this household. He is not to be disturbed.”
Okay. So
thatkind of estate.Not just rich—alpha rich. The kind of old-money brooding power that came with whisper networks, secret staircases, and staff that disappeared for asking the wrong question.
“Of course,” I said, and mentally filed that under: “Shit I will absolutely ignore if someone’s bleeding.”
She led me through a maze of hallways. Portraits, ornate rugs, weirdly cold air. I felt watched. Not in the ‘too many cameras’ way. In the ‘I might be prey’ way.
We passed an enormous double door with iron vines snaking across its face.
“West Wing,” she said, like that explained anything.
Duly noted.
My room was… bigger than expected. A four-poster bed. Antique vanity. Fireplace crackling with heatless flame. It felt like stepping into someone else’s memory. There was even a dressing gown laid out for me.
Mrs. Halloway, the head housekeeper, handed me a name badge and a clipboard of cleaning assignments. She had the eyes of someone who used to smile but hadn’t in years.
I started in the north corridor, dusting windows and trying not to touch anything that looked like it had feelings. Everything was just a little
toosilent. Like the house was holding its breath.When I reached the library, I paused.
Floor-to-ceiling shelves. Velvet chairs. A spiral staircase. It was breathtaking. Smelled like leather and citrus and something deeper—something animal.
I stepped inside and got to work. But the moment I climbed the ladder to reach the top shelf, I felt it again.
Eyes.
Someone watching me.
The air shifted behind me. My skin prickled.
I turned—and there he was.
Tall. Still. Dressed in black. Muscles taut beneath his button-down. Raven hair tousled like a storm had passed through it. His eyes—moonlight and smoke—met mine.
Time shattered.
The world dropped away.
My mouth went dry.
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t move.
Just
lookedat me.Possessed me.
My legs trembled. My heart skidded.
I swallowed. “Sorry. I was just… dusting.”
His jaw clenched. His nostrils flared.
For a second, something wild flickered in those eyes. Something that said:
I know you. I’ve tasted you before.And then—he turned.
Walked away.
Left me gasping like I’d nearly drowned.
I stood frozen, hand gripping the ladder, body humming with something I didn’t understand.
I looked down at my phone.
Lily:
I just saw the Alpha.Marcy:
IS HE HOT?!Lily:
He looked at me like I was ameal. And not in a fun, brunch way. Like… like he already owned me.I hit send, then locked my phone. It felt stupid. Too normal. Too safe. Because nothing about this was safe.
And somehow…
I didn’t want it to be.
Chapter 144: Healing in the StillnessThe morning came quietly, a soft haze of golden light stretching across the estate grounds. Dew sparkled on the grass, the world briefly hushed by the kind of peaceful silence that only came after a storm—the kind that whispered of new beginnings.Lilly woke wrapped in Link’s arms, her cheek pressed to his chest, listening to the slow and steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It grounded her, calmed the ache that lingered like a shadow after seeing Grant the day before.She shifted slightly, her fingers tracing slow circles over his bare skin. He stirred but didn’t wake, only pulling her closer, his breath warm against her hair.She smiled softly. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, there was no fear pressing behind her ribs. Only the stillness. The comfort.Sliding out from under the quilt, she padded to the window, tugging open the curtains to let in the light. Outside, the forest stretched toward the horizon, the tops of the trees gilded with ea
Chapter 143: Grant ReturnsThe ride back to the estate was quiet.No one said much, and even the wind through the open windows felt heavier somehow, like the shift in the day had pushed a pressure front right through the Jeep. Lilly sat close beside Link in the back seat, her hand in his, but her mind wasn’t on the pine-sweet air or the way his thumb stroked slow circles across her skin. Her thoughts were stuck on the man she’d seen across the street.Grant.She hadn’t expected to see him again—not after everything. Not after the accident. And definitely not after remembering why they ended in the first place.Back at the estate, Lilly was the first to climb out of the Jeep. She crossed the gravel with quick, silent steps, barely pausing at the front door before slipping inside. Link followed, slower, his eyes never leaving her retreating form.In the kitchen, Lilly set the grocery bags down harder than necessary, breathing shallowly through her nose. She opened a cabinet, grabbed the
Chapter 142: A Day in TownThe Jeep rumbled down the winding road that led from the estate into the city, tires crunching gravel and pine needles as sunlight flickered through the trees overhead. Marcy sat in the front seat beside Carter, her hair swept back by the wind, sunglasses perched on her nose, and a teasing smile tugging at her lips. In the back, Lilly and Link sat close, her bare feet on the dash, a soft hum leaving her lips as she watched the trees whip past."This feels like the start of a movie," Marcy said, glancing at Carter. "You know, four hot people heading into town for pastries and low-level drama."Carter laughed. "Let’s try to avoid the drama part, yeah?""Where's the fun in that?"Lilly leaned forward. "We should hit the market first before it gets picked over. And then that bakery on Elm, the one that sells those ridiculous almond croissants.""You think they’ll still have those mini lemon tarts?" Marcy asked."Only if we’re quick."They parked in the shade of
The New Day BeginsMorning sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains of the estate's guest bedroom, casting golden rays across the polished wood floor. Marcy stirred beneath the soft white comforter, her limbs deliciously tangled in the sheets, the scent of lavender and him clinging to the pillows. She blinked sleepily, groaning softly as she stretched, her toes brushing against cool linens. She reached for the other side of the bed—empty, but warm. The echo of his presence still lingered.The distant clatter of pots and pans, the murmur of Carter's deep, off-key humming, drifted in from the kitchen. It made her smile, the sound wrapping around her like a second blanket. She rolled over, hugging the pillow he'd used the night before, letting herself sink into the scent and memory of everything that had passed between them over the last twenty-four hours. It had been fast. Too fast, maybe. But none of it felt rushed. It felt inevitable.Pulling the comforter tighter around her, she
Settling InThe midday sun hung warm and golden over the Greyhowl estate, casting long beams of light through the windows as the scent of fresh bread drifted from the kitchen. The morning had rolled by slowly, comfortably, like a thick quilt draped over everyone in the house. Carter and Marcy had stayed close, drifting from the kitchen to the veranda, fingers intertwined, laughter soft but constant. And though it had only been a day since their bond had begun, it felt as though some invisible thread had tightened between them.Inside the main sitting room, Lilly stood barefoot on the hardwood floor, organizing some new books they'd brought back from the city. She wore one of Link’s oversized button-downs, her hair pulled into a loose bun as she hummed under her breath. Link watched her from the hallway, his gaze soft, his body still tingling from the events of the past week.So much had changed."You gonna keep spying or come help me shelve these?" Lilly called without turning.Link g
Morning After the MarkThe morning sun broke over the estate, casting warm, amber light through the tall windows of Carter's guest suite. The soft chirp of morning birds mixed with the faint rustling of leaves outside. Within the quiet of the room, Marcy stirred first, her body sluggish and deliciously sore, the best kind of ache lingering in her limbs. She blinked sleepily, her eyes adjusting to the soft glow of daylight seeping through the curtains.She was still on the couch, wrapped up entirely in Carter’s arms, his body molded to hers like they were two halves of the same whole. His face was buried in her hair, his breathing deep and steady, his warmth enveloping her in a cocoon of safety and something else—something she couldn’t quite name yet but knew she wanted more of.Marcy smiled to herself, memories of the night before flooding back. The claiming. The mark. His mouth on her skin, his teeth sinking in just enough to remind her that she was his. She reached up sleepily, her
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