LOGINAuthor's pov.He pulled his phone from his pocket and called the one person who should have been able to help.Jasper’s mother.The call began to ring and it rang for sometimes and went straight to voicemailHis jaw tightened.He ended the call and immediately tried again.Still nothing.“What the hell are you doing?”She knew why he was here and she knew his supply had run out and how unstable the bindings had become. She was supposed to supply a stronger one for him but now this!There was no reason for her to ignore him unless she was deliberately avoiding him.That possibility made his chest tighten.Only Jasper and his mother had direct access to Oracle. Everyone else worked through layers of messengers, coded meetings and carefully selected routes. Mr. Dagon had served Oracle for years, worn another man’s face, lived beside a woman who despised him and maintained an empire that was never truly his, yet he was still not trusted with direct access.That privilege belonged to those
Author’s POVMr. Dagon had worn a path into the carpet.He moved from the window to the bed, then back towards the door, only to turn around and repeat the same restless journey. His hands refused to remain still. One moment they were buried inside his pockets, the next he was loosening a collar that suddenly felt too tight around his throat.Things were going wrong and not slowly either.They were falling apart right in front of him.He had not come to the Blackthorne estate simply because his daughter had returned to the human realm. Ciara’s arrival had only given him the excuse he needed. His real reason was the small supply of Virelune, the drug Oracle’s people had used for years to keep his wife compliant.The name sounded harmless but the drug was anything but.A controlled dose dulled resistance without leaving the victim unconscious. It softened anger, weakened the instinct to question and made certain commands feel reasonable even when the mind screamed against them. Used al
Ciara’s pov“Good girl.” He thrust deeper, grinding the thick head against the deepest part of me until I saw stars. “And who do you belong to?”When I hesitated, lost in the overwhelming stretch and the heat blooming across my spanked cheeks, his palm cracked down again, twice in quick succession.“Who?”“You!” I screamed. “I belong to you… Dax… Alpha… please… only you…”“Are you going to cum with my cock buried in your ass?” Another spank. Another deep, rolling thrust that made my arms strain in his grip. “Are you going to milk me while I fill this pretty hole? Are you going to let me mark you here so every time you sit down tomorrow you remember who owns this body?”“Yes… yes… fuck… yes… please…”The words barely left my mouth before something in him snapped.He released my wrists only long enough to wrap one strong arm around my waist, carefully supporting the heavy curve of my glowing belly, and then he began to fuck me in earnest.His thrusts were hard, deep and relentless but
Ciara’s POVDax groaned low and deep as he pushed deeper into my ass, the thick, swollen head of his cock forcing its way past the tight ring of muscle that clenched desperately around him, trying to keep him out. I was so tight there it almost hurt us both. The stretch was sharp, burning, and so intense that a broken, shocked cry tore straight from my throat and into the sheets. He cursed under his breath, the words wild and almost unhinged, voice shaking with the effort of going slow.“Fuck… so tight… so fucking tight for me… goddess, little moon, you’re gripping me like you don’t want to let me in… and this pretty little hole is trying to push me out even while it swallows me…”The sensation was crazy, splitting, overwhelming and electric. It felt like he was carving a brand-new space inside my body, forcing every thick inch into a place that had never taken anything so big. My walls fluttered and resisted and then yielded in tiny, trembling increments. Milk already dripped from
Ciara’s POVMy eyes never left his face as I sank lower.I had no idea what was happening inside my body. The purple glow under my skin pulsed hotter with every inch I took, my blood felt like liquid fire, and something ancient and hungry was moving behind my ribs, whispering that this man was mine to use, mine to break, mine to fuck.Seeing him obey and watching the powerful Alpha Blackthorne stay perfectly still beneath me because I told him to was so intoxicating that I only wanted more. My entire body was burning and all I could think about was fucking him until he forgot every other name but mine.I sank another slow inch.My walls fluttered wildly around the thick intrusion, greedy and eager, stretching wider than they ever had before. The head of his cock pressed against something deep and soft and my breath left me in a broken whimper. Heat flooded my belly. Milk spilled freely from both nipples in warm streams that dripped onto his chest. The glow around my stomach flared
Ciara’s pov The first inch of her was scorching, silken and impossibly tight. Her walls fluttered and gripped me like they were trying to pull me deeper by force, hot and wet and pulsing with that new, electric energy. I groaned long and low, head pressing back into the pillow hard enough to strain my neck, hands fisting the sheets so violently the fabric tore beneath my fingers. She felt like wet fire and pure heaven at the same time, she was hotter than before, wetter, the new power inside her making every clench stronger, more deliberate, and almost conscious.She took another inch. Then another. Slow and controlled. Her thighs trembled with the effort of going so carefully. A broken whimper spilled from her lips as she stretched around me.“Fuck… you’re so deep already… so thick… shit, Dax... you idiot... why are you this big...”She cursed me under her breath even as she asked for more, hips shifting in tiny rocking motions, trying to take another inch. The glow around her ab







