LOGINCiara’s POVI was still trying to find the right words, something safe that wouldn’t push him over the edge again, when his voice cut through my thoughts.“Hit me again.”My eyes widened slightly. I wanted to disappear into the wall, to melt away before this man decided I was no longer worth protecting and for a second I thought I misheard him. But no… Dax was staring at me like a man testing a weapon he didn’t understand yet.“What…?”Before I could pull back, he grabbed my wrist and placed my palm flat against his cheek.“Hit me.”I tried to snatch my hand back, but it was like my strength had evaporated the moment the vase shattered. The mad surge that had fueled me earlier was gone, leaving only cold dread and the heavy weight of what I’d just done.“I… I’m sorry I hit you,” I whispered, voice cracking. “I just felt angry at… at what you said. I’m not trying to come between you and your son. I...”“Hey Ciara…” He called my name so calmly it sent a bolt through me. Wasn’t he suppo
Ciara’s POV"Dad?" Jasper called looking at his dad at the doorway, his voice tight with confusion and barely concealed irritation.The sound snapped something inside me and I didn’t think and I just reacted.With every ounce of pent-up rage and fear, I brought my knee up hard and kicked Jasper square in the ribs, using the leverage of the bed to shove him off me with all my strength.To my fucking utter shock, he didn’t just fall, he actually flew.His body launched backward like he’d been hit by a truck, slamming into the far wall with a sickening thud that rattled the furniture. The impact knocked a framed painting off its hook, and Jasper slid down the wall, groaning in pain as he clutched his side.My eyes widened in pure disbelief and dropped to my leg slowly, like I didn’t recognize it anymore, because that kind of force… that wasn’t normal.What the actual fuck?How did I get that kind of strength? I was pregnant. Human. Exhausted from everything that had happened in my damned
Ciara’s POVWarm hands slid over my body, slowly and possessive, fingers tracing the curve of my hip before slipping beneath the silk of my nightgown. The touch was familiar in the worst way and too confident and entitled. But the scent that hit me wasn’t Dax’s comforting pine and smoke. It was a sharper, colder scent laced with the cologne Jasper always wore when he wanted to remind me who owned me.My eyes flew open and just as I predicted, Jasper hovered above me, his face inches from mine and eyes dark with hunger.I nearly screamed but before the sound could escape, his hand gripped my jaw as he forced my mouth open and his mouth crashed down on mine, kissing me so deep and brutal that I tasted blood where his teeth caught my lip. He devoured me like a man starved, tongue forcing its way past my teeth, claiming every corner as if he could erase the last twenty-four hours with sheer force. I pushed against him, hard, my hands slamming into his chest, but he didn’t move, he only
Dax’s pov.I tightened my grip in her messy red hair with both hands, not forcing her deeper, but holding her exactly where I needed her. My hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate thrust, feeding her another thick inch until the swollen head bullied the back of her throat again.She gagged hard, throat convulsing around me, but she didn’t pull away.Instead, her small hands clutched my thighs tighter, nails digging in as if she was daring me to give her more.That stubborn fire in her eyes, the same fire that had survived this house cruelty, the poison, the humiliation was now burning for me.It undid me completely.“That’s it, little moon,” I rasped, voice dark and filthy. “Take Daddy’s cock like the brave, naughty girl you are. You wanted this? Then suck it. Suck it like you mean it.”She moaned around me, a wet, vibrating sound that shot straight to my balls. Her tongue worked frantically underneath, clumsy but eager, swirling and licking every vein as she tried to take more.
Dax’s POV Every cell in my body was roaring in a savage, uncontrollable, starving way I stared down at Ciara on her knees like a man staring into the mouth of hell and heaven at the same time. Her tiny mouth was stretched obscenely wide around the thick head of my cock, lips shiny and swollen, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as the heavy length pushed against the back of her throat. Every time I gave the slightest thrust, her throat convulsed, gagging wetly around me. Her small palms pressed desperately against my hips, trying to push me back, but her fingers kept twitching like she couldn’t decide whether to shove me away or pull me deeper. Fuck. Right now, the sane part of me, the one that still remembered she was my son’s wife wanted to stop this madness. I wanted to pull out gently, wipe her tears, lift her into my arms, and carry her upstairs to rest like a decent man should but instead of shame, all I felt was a dark, twisted hunger that made my wolf howl inside my
Ciara’s POVMy eyes were fixed on the thick length in my hands.Dax’s cock was… obscene.It was thick, heavy, and brutally long, easily longer and girthier than anything I’d ever seen in the secret porn Inara had always made me watch.The shaft was veined, ridged with power, the skin stretched tight over steel-hard flesh that pulsed hot against my palm. The head was swollen, flushed a deep, angry red, already leaking a steady stream of clear precum that dripped down the underside in thick, shiny trails. These supernatural men were built different, bigger, heavier, made to claim and breed. Even in the dim kitchen light, I could see how monstrous it was. How it twitched and throbbed like it had a heartbeat of its own.And it was leaking for me.A shaky breath left me. My fingers trembled as I wrapped them tighter around the base, they barely met. Precum oozed from the slit, warm and slippery. On pure instinct, I rubbed my thumb over the sensitive head, spreading the slick fluid all ove
Ciara’s pov.His eyes widened in shock, and rage.Vivienne laughed weakly, and broken from the bed.Jasper stood, stared at me and raised his hand.I stared up at him expecting him to lash out and slap me but his hand froze mid air. I really don't care if he slaps me a few times because I felt no f
Ciara’s pov I don’t know how long I stayed on the floor. Long enough for the tears to dry into salty tracks on my cheeks, long enough for the pup’s energy to settle into something quieter, and almost mournful. Long enough for the cold marble to seep into my bones and remind me I was still alive, s
Ciara’s POVWe walked in silence down the long corridor, Jasper’s hand warm and steady around mine, his thumb brushing slow circles over my knuckles like he was trying to anchor me.Every step felt heavier than the last. The villa’s shadows stretched long under the low sconces, portraits of dead Bl
Ciara’s POVEldoria was beautiful.It was like stepping into a completely different planet where more power radiated from every shadow. I could already see tall buildings piercing the sky, sleek, dark glass towers that screamed wealth and control, surrounded by snow-capped mountains that made the w







