Mag-log inChapter 3 Seraphyne Draeven’s PovVire’s hands slide up the inside of my thighs, his calloused fingers rough against the softness there, and I don’t even have time to react before his grip tightens, hard. His thumbs press into the sensitive flesh just above my knees, forcing my legs apart with a lot of strength, The transit pod hums around us, the low vibration of the engines thrumming through the metal beneath my back, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of his breath ghosting over my exposed cunt.My fingers twitch against the cold wall behind me, nails digging into the surface for leverage, but the words die in my throat when his tongue, fuck, his tongue drags up my slit in one long, deliberate stroke. The tip flicks over my clit, just enough pressure to make my hips jerk forward before he pulls back, denying me. My breath hitches, a sharp gasp cutting through the quiet, and I can hear the wet sound of his mouth, the obscene slickness of me already coating his lips.“You thi
Chapter 2Seraphyne Draeven’s PovThe transit car door hisses shut behind us, sealing the two of us in the dim, amber-lit corridor of the private transport pod. The hum of the engines vibrates through the floor, a low, steady pulse that matches the throb between my thighs. Vire stands rigid, his broad shoulders tense beneath the crisp lines of his uniform, his breath shallow. I don’t let go of his wrist, my fingers are still wrapped around it, my grip just tight enough to remind him who’s in charge here.I tilt my head, studying the way his throat works as he swallows. His pulse jumps beneath my thumb, betraying the composure he’s so desperate to cling to. Good.“You’re quiet, Lieutenant,” I murmur, dragging my nails in a slow circle over the inside of his wrist. His skin is warm, the veins there thick and prominent, just like the ones I’ve traced elsewhere on his body. “Did I render you speechless back there, or are you still trying to decide whether to salute me or drop to your k
Chapter 1I don’t look up from the tactical display, flickering blue lines tracing supply routes across the western sector, but my fingers tighten around the stylus. Not because the data is wrong. Because she just walked in.Seraphyne Draeven enters the room and she immediately occupies it. The door seals shut behind her and suddenly the air feels thicker, charged.Her boots are black, polished to a mirror sheen, They click against the metal grating. There’s no rush or hesitation.I exhale through my nose, slow and controlled, and force my shoulders to relax. The stylus hovers over the display, tracing a path that doesn’t need tracing. My pulse thuds in my throat.“Lieutenant Vire.”Her voice is the kind that doesn’t need to be loud to be heard. It’s smooth, dark, like aged whiskey poured over ice, cool enough to burn. I turn, because I have to, because she’s my superior, and because Gods help me, I’ve been waiting for this all damn day.“Commander.” My voice comes out steady. Good.
Chapter 5Chris’s Pov Emily’s thighs tighten around me, her heat pressing down on my cock like a brand. She doesn’t move yet, just lets me feel the weight of her, the damp lace of her panties clinging to my skin, the way her breath hitches when I twitch beneath her. Her fingers walk up my chest, nails dragging light enough to tease, sharp enough to promise pain if I push too hard. “You want this?” she murmurs, rolling her hips just once, a slow, deliberate circle that makes my vision blur at the edges. My cock throbs, trapped between us, the head already slick with precome, smearing against the lace. I can feel how wet she is through the fabric, how her body’s already adjusting, softening, getting ready to take me. Fuck, she’s dripping.“Emily” My voice comes out rough, like I’ve been screaming. Maybe I have.She cuts me off with a sharp little laugh, her teeth grazing my bottom lip before she pulls back. “No. You don’t get to talk yet.” Her hands drop to the button of her jean
Chapter 4The last wave of my orgasm still hums through my veins, my body trembling like a live wire as I slump against Chris’s chest. His heartbeat thumps steady beneath my ear, his fingers still slick from me, hovering near my lips as he sucks them clean with a low, satisfied groan. The taste of me lingers in the air between us like salt and something sweeter and my thighs clench at the sound of his tongue working over his skin. Fuck. He’s still hard beneath me, his cock a thick ridge pressing against my ass through his jeans, and the realization that I did this to him, that I reduced him to this throbbing, needy state, sends a fresh jolt of heat straight to my core.My fingers dig into his shoulders, nails biting through the fabric of his shirt. I should be boneless. I should be a puddle of post-orgasm bliss, but instead, something darker, hungrier coils in my gut. The way he just took what he wanted, his hands, his mouth, his filthy words, it lit a fire under my skin. And now
Chapter 6 Professor’s PovThe words tear from my throat before I can stop them..They’re raw, desperate, the last shred of my control unraveling like a fucking thread. "Fuck, Lilian, take it. Take all of it." My voice cracks, the sound foreign, broken. I shouldn’t be begging. I never beg. But the way her lips drag up my shaft, the way her tongue swirls just beneath the head before she pulls back with a wet pop, leaves me hollowed out, my hips jerking uselessly into the empty air. She’s got me strung so tight I can feel my pulse in my teeth.Lilian freezes.For one heartbeat, two, the only sound is the ragged saw of my breathing, the slick drag of her saliva cooling on my cock. Then slowly, she rises. Not gracefully. Not like some practiced seductress. She shoves up, her palms flat against my chest, and I stumble back until my spine hits the podium. The wood digs into my lower back, the edge biting sharp through my dress shirt. She doesn’t stop until I’m pinned, until the only thin
Chapter 1 I adjust the hem of my cheer uniform, the pleated skirt riding higher than regulation allows, my fingers brushing against the smooth fabric of my thigh-high socks. The material is stiff, the elastic digging into my skin hard enough to hurt, I’m standing in the hallway outside the boys’
Chapter 2I let him drag me deeper into the room.The benches are wooden, worn smooth by years of use. He shoves me down onto one, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. My hands fly out, gripping the edge as he steps between my knees, his thighs brushing mine. He’s still in his hockey pant
Chapter 1 I stormed out of the house so fast I barely registered the cold air smacking my cheeks. My hands were shaking, chest tight, throat burning. Everything in me felt like it was shattering.“Amanda, wait! Amanda, please,” Michael begged behind me.I heard the slap of his bare feet on the ti
Chapter 5Ryan steps in front of me, his cock already half-hard, the marker open in his hand. He doesn’t hesitate, pressing the tip to my inner thigh, high enough that I’ll feel it every time I move. “R,” he says, his voice rough as he drags the marker across my skin, the ink cold and wet. “For Ry







