تسجيل الدخولMara woke to the wet sound of Kael’s fingers moving inside her. She was on her stomach, face in the furs, legs spread. He was already two fingers deep, slow and thorough, scooping and pushing like he was checking how much of last night was still in her. Cum and slick made every movement filthy-loud in the quiet cabin. “Morning,” he said against her ear. His voice was rough. Hard. “Still full. Good.” He added a third finger and fucked them into her with short, wet strokes. Mara’s hips jerked. She was sore—raw from the night before,but her body opened anyway, clenching around the stretch like it had already learned who it belonged to. Kael pulled his fingers out, wiped the thick mess across her mouth, and pushed them between her lips. “Clean it.” Before she knew it she was tasting herself and him, heavy and salty. He watched until her tongue had taken every drop, then rolled her onto her back and shoved her thighs wide. His cock was already hard. He dragged the head through
Night came down hard over the den. The string lights cast long shadows across the clearing. Most of the pack had settled into their own cabins or around the far fire pits, but a few still lingered close enough to hear everything. Kael had kept Mara naked since that morning. No clothes. No chance to clean up. Every time she tried to wipe the drying cum from her thighs he caught her wrist and pushed her hand away. “Leave it,” he said for the third time. “I want it crusted on you when I take you again.” She was on her knees on the furs when he finally decided he’d waited long enough. He stood in front of her, jeans open, cock already thick and heavy. The head was dark, slick with precum. He didn’t ask. He just gripped the back of her head and pushed into her mouth. Mara choked on the first thrust. He held her there, nose pressed to his stomach, until her throat convulsed around him. Only then did he ease back enough for her to breathe. Spit ran down her chin. He wiped it with h
Mara woke to the heavy weight of Kael’s arm across her waist and the thick, sticky mess still between her thighs. Morning light leaked through the thin curtains. Her body ached in every place he’d used her—hips bruised, cunt sore and swollen, the mark on her neck throbbing like a second heart. She tried to shift. His arm tightened immediately. “Stay,” he muttered against the back of her neck, voice rough with sleep. His cock was already hard against her ass. One of his hands slid down, cupped her mound, and pushed two fingers into her without warning. She was still slick with last night’s loads. The wet sound was filthy in the quiet room. “Still full of me,” he said, almost pleased. He fucked his fingers into her slowly, curling them, feeling how soft and used she was. “Good. Want you walking out there like this. Let them all smell it.” Mara’s hips moved without her permission. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them across her mouth, then rolled her onto her back and shoved h
The den wasn’t what she’d pictured. Mara had expected caves or something half-feral. Instead the pack lived in a sprawling cluster of old cabins and converted barns deep in the Blackpine territory, connected by worn dirt paths and lit with string lights that did nothing to soften the wild edge of the place. The air smelled like woodsmoke, wet earth, and too many bodies that weren’t fully human. Kael met her at the outer treeline. No shirt. Same jeans. The mark on her neck pulsed the second she saw him, hot and insistent. “You came,” he said. “You told me to.” His hand closed around the back of her neck, thumb pressing the claim like a switch. Heat flooded low in her belly. He walked her in without another word. The main clearing was full. Maybe twenty wolves in human form, some half-shifted with eyes glowing and claws out. Conversation died when they saw her. A few lips peeled back from teeth. One older male near the fire spit into the dirt. Kael didn’t slow down. He steered h
The mark didn’t fade. By morning it was a dark, raised crescent on the side of Mara’s neck, still tender when her collar brushed it. Every time her heart beat she felt it answer, low and hot, like a second pulse that wasn’t entirely hers. She stood in the shower longer than she needed to, water sluicing over the bruises on her hips and the scratches on her back. When she pressed two fingers against the bite, a jolt went straight between her legs. She came with her forehead against the tile and Kael’s name stuck behind her teeth. Work dragged. Customers talked and she nodded in the right places, but her body kept remembering. The stretch. The way he’d shoved his cum back inside her. The gold eyes watching her like she was already property. By late afternoon she was soaked through another pair of underwear. She changed in the employee bathroom and still felt sticky. When the sun dropped she didn’t even pretend she was going home. The trailhead was empty. Her headlights cut across t
The moon sat fat and white over the pines, so bright it turned the clearing silver. Mara’s boots sank into the damp needle carpet as she stopped dead. She shouldn’t have come. She’d told herself that the whole drive out past the county line, past the last streetlight, past the place where the cell signal died. Curiosity was a stupid reason to die. Or worse. She’d heard the stories in town. Pack territory. Stay out after dark when the moon was full. People went missing. Bodies sometimes turned up mauled. The smart ones stayed home and locked their doors. Mara had never been one of the smart ones. A low sound rolled through the trees. Not quite a growl. More like something heavy breathing through its teeth. The hair on her arms lifted. She turned in a slow circle, flashlight beam jittering across trunks. “I just wanted to see,” she said into the dark, because talking made it feel less like the woods were listening. “I’ll leave. I swear.” The answering voice came from behind he
I bit down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as Jake’s thick cock drove into me again, and again, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The bed creaked under us like it was about to give out, but I didn’t care, not tonight, not when his hips were slamming against my ass so perfectly,
*A New Collection I was sprawled across my bed in nothing but the thin silk robe I’d stolen from Mom’s closet, the fabric slipping off one shoulder as I read Tyler’s latest text for the third time. “Babe, I’m dying over here. Send me something filthy so I can stroke to it before I lose my mind.”
The hotel room door barely clicked shut before hands were all over me. Not gentle. Not careful. Hungry. Mike shoved me backward onto the nearest bed so hard my back bounced on the mattress. The lamp cast ugly yellow light across the room, but nobody cared about romance. My head was still spinni
*A New Collection: After being in a four years relationship with Jake, Emily catches him and her bestfriend hooking up. Heartbroken - Leading her to get complicated with some nasty strengers in the bar ready to split her open if she asked for it.(This is a continuation from my last book - Unheard P







