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TomorrowThe gala was still breathing downstairs.Music. Glass. Laughter that cost money. All of it carrying up through the floors like the house had a pulse and didn't know the people inside it were quietly falling apart.Sol sat on the edge of the bed.Then stood up.Walked to the window.Walked back.Sat down again.His hands found each other — fingers locking, unlocking, the specific restlessness of a body that needed to be doing something and had nothing to do. The ceiling was the same ceiling it had been an hour ago. The room was the same room. Everything was exactly as it had been before tonight and nothing was the same at all.Tomorrow the moon goddess would decide.The mate bond would either snap into place or it wouldn't and there was not a single thing — not status, not bloodline, not the careful distance he'd maintained for years — that changed what she chose.He'd spent his whole life being strategic. Positioning. Reading rooms and reading people and moving three steps ah
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Sol’s hands shook as he tried to adjust himself in the hallway, but it was useless. His cock was brutally hard, a thick, angry length straining obscenely against the front of his pants. The swollen head throbbed with every heartbeat, leaking steadily and soaking a dark wet spot into the fabric. No matter how he shifted, the rigid shaft refused to settle. It curved upward, visibly pulsing, the heavy vein along the underside pulsing like it had its own desperate heartbeat.Every stolen glance at Zaren downstairs—those sharp, cold eyes, that unreadable face, the way his long fingers gripped his phone—made it ten times worse. Sol’s balls ached, drawn tight and full, begging for release. He needed Zaren’s hands. Needed that icy control wrapped around his throbbing dick. Needed to be used.“Fuck… shit,” he hissed, voice hoarse.He yanked his phone out and fired off the texts, thumbs flying.Sol: Really still talking?Sol: I’m all hard and waiting for you to finish what you started. My dick
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Zaren didn't give Sol a chance to breathe. The second the door closed behind them, he was on him—mouth crashing down like a claim, hard and ruthless. Their lips slammed together in a bruising kiss that tasted of pent-up hunger and raw dominance. Zaren's tongue forced its way past Sol's lips, stroking deep, fucking his mouth with filthy intent while his hands gripped Sol's hips hard enough to leave marks. Sol moaned into the kiss, the sound swallowed greedily as Zaren backed him up against the nearest wall with a heavy thud."Fuck, I've been thinking about this all day," Zaren growled against his lips, biting Sol's bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. His hand slid down instantly, palming the thick, aching bulge straining against Sol's pants. He squeezed possessively, stroking the rigid length through the fabric with rough, deliberate pressure. Precum was already soaking through, and Zaren's thumb circled the wet head, teasing mercilessly. "Look at you. So fucking hard for me alre
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Show MeThe silence stretched.Sol let it.Then he tilted his head. One side. Slow. The corner of his mouth pulling up into the specific smile he reserved for situations where the intelligent choice was to stop talking.He didn't stop talking."How hard can you punish me." His voice came out even. Almost bored. "Show me, Zeran."The red in Zeran's eyes went very bright.Then he moved.Not fast the way panic is fast — fast the way decisions are fast, the way something inevitable finally stops waiting and becomes real. One second he was on the bed and the next he was across the room and Sol's back found the wall and his brain hadn't fully processed the in-between.Zeran's hand was at his jaw.Not rough. That was the thing that wrecked him — not rough, not aggressive, just certain. Fingers curving under his chin, thumb pressing just below his bottom lip, tilting his face up with the specific confidence of someone who had done the calculation and already knew the answer.Sol's smirk was s
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The LionSol watched Malik disappear through the crowd and didn't follow.He sipped his wine.His eyes moved the way they always moved at these things — lazy, unhurried, touching everything without settling — until they found what they'd been avoiding finding for the last twenty minutes.Zeran.And the girl pressed against his arm like she lived there.Sol's jaw tightened.She was touching him again — her hand on his chest this time, fingertips trailing down the front of his shirt like she was reading something written there, her mouth curved up at whatever he'd just said. Zeran wasn't moving away. Wasn't removing the hand. Just standing there letting it happen with that expression he wore when he was deciding whether something was worth his attention.The heat that moved through Sol was not slow.He set his glass down and crossed the room."Am I interrupting something."Not a question.Zeran's eyes moved to him. The girl — Rissa — turned. And Zeran said nothing, just looked at Sol wi
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GoldThe room was too loud.That was the first thing Malik registered when Kai's hand left him — the noise rushing back in like something had been muffling it and suddenly stopped. Conversation. Music. Glass on glass. All of it returning at full volume while he stood there with the ghost of a grip on his arm and absolutely no explanation for why his skin was still reacting to it.He didn't move.Couldn't, for a second.Then he heard the voice again — low, unhurried, carrying the kind of weight that didn't need volume — and his body made the decision before his mind caught up.He turned.His eyes found Kai the way eyes find things they have no business finding — immediately, without searching, like they already knew exactly where to go.He stood maybe twenty feet away talking to someone Malik didn't register because the second Kai came into full view everything else in the room went slightly out of focus. Not dramatically. Just — less. Less present. Less important. Like the room had qu
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