LOGINChapter 3"Please what?" His finger stills. "Use your words, Claire. Tell me exactly what you want."I whine, my hips rolling, trying to chase his touch, but he pulls back, leaving me empty. "I want you to…fuck!, I want you to touch me."His teeth graze my earlobe, a sharp sting that sends a jolt straight to my core. "Where?""My…my pussy." The word tastes filthy on my tongue, but it spurs him on. His finger presses harder, rubbing tight circles over my clit, and my knees nearly buckle. "Oh god!""Not god." His free hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back so I’m forced to meet his gaze. "Me. You’re gonna come on my fingers like a good little slut, and then you’re gonna beg me for more. Aren’t you?"I nod frantically, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. His fingers move faster, his thumb pressing down on my clit while two others slide inside me, curling just right.The sound of a car engine cuts through the haze of pleasure.Adrian freezes.My eyes fly open, my body locking
Chapter 2The front door clicks shut behind Mark, the echo of his car engine fading down the driveway, and I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. My fingers tighten around the coffee mug, the ceramic warm against my palms, but not half as warm as the memory of Adrian’s touch last night, his thumb pressing into the inside of my thigh, his breath hot against my ear when he whispered, "You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?"My pulse thrums between my legs, a slow, insistent ache that’s been there since the second he walked out that door, leaving me trembling and empty-handed.The doorbell rings.I freeze.It’s too early for deliveries. Too bold for a neighbor to be at my door by this time. My stomach twists, heat flooding my chest as I set the mug down with a sharp clink. The rational part of my brain screams don’t answer it, but my body is already moving, drawn toward the sound like a moth to flame. I smooth my hands over my hips, suddenly hyperaware of the thin fabric
Chapter 1I should be thinking about the grocery list, the dry cleaning, the parent-teacher conference next week, but instead, my gaze keeps drifting toward the backyard, where Adrian is sprawled on one of the lounge chairs, his long legs crossed at the ankles, a book resting open on his chest.He’s not the gangly teenager I remember from a few years ago. Time…or maybe just the last six months, has filled him out, sharpened his jawline, deepened his voice. I exhale through my nose, shifting my weight against the counter. The screen door creaks open, and my son, Jake, bounds inside, his sneakers scuffing against the hardwood. “Mom, can I grab a soda before we head out?”I nod, reaching for the fridge handle. “You’re not staying for dinner?”“Nah, Adrian’s got his car now. We’re hitting up that new burger place by the mall.” Jake grabs a can, pops the tab with a hiss. “You good with that, right?”“Of course.” I smile, but my throat tightens. Jake doesn’t notice. He never does. He’s sev
Chapter 4The last shudder of Draeven’s orgasm still ripples through her when I rise, my knees cracking as I straighten. My uniform clings to my skin, damp with sweat and the effort of breaking her, the fabric half-torn from my shoulders where she clawed at me earlier. My cock throbs against the confines of my pants, the fabric straining over the ridge of my shaft, the head already weeping with need. I don’t bother hiding it. Let her see what she’s done. Let her feel it.She’s a mess, her hair is wild, lips swollen from biting them, her uniform in disarray, the torn lace of her underwear still clutched in my fist. Her chest heaves, her nipples hard as fucking diamonds, and when I step closer, she doesn’t even try to push me away. Just watches me with those storm-gray eyes, defiance flickering like a dying ember. Good. I’ll stoke it back to life just to snuff it out again.I press her against the wall, my forearm braced beside her head, the cold metal biting into my skin. She exha
Chapter 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 3His fingers tighten around my chin as he forces my gaze to stay locked on his. The cold, dark hunger in his eyes makes my stomach clench, my pussy still throbbing from the last time he filled me. His thumb presses into my lower lip, dragging it down just enough to expose my teeth before
Chapter 1I step into the detention room, the door clicking shut behind me. My sneakers scuff against the floor, the sound too loud in the quiet space.And then I see him.Mr. Ruger leans against the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his broad chest, his dark suit stretching just enough to hint a
Chapter 3I exhale, my fingers twisting in my lap. “I don’t usually do this.”“Do what, Amanda?” His voice is a velvet purr, his foot brushing against mine under the table.This. The way my skin is too tight, the way my breath hitches every time he looks at me. The way I can feel the weight of his
Chapter 1 I lean against the counter, sipping my warm coffee, the bitter taste keeping me sane after another exhausting shift. My scrubs cling to my skin, the fabric damp with sweat from rushing between patients all morning. The weight of the day presses down on me, until he walks in.Mr. Zack.H







