LOGINRose's POV He kissed me deeply, tongue fucking my mouth in perfect rhythm with his cock, tasting like us—salty, musky, addictive. His hands roamed my body like he was memorizing every curve, every sensitive spot: he cupped my breasts, thumbs circling the throbbing nipples before pinching them hard enough to make me arch and moan into his mouth; he slid one hand down to rub my clit in lazy, teasing circles that built the heat slow and torturous; he even reached between us to feel the bulge of himself moving inside me, pressing gently on my lower belly and groaning at the sight, his eyes darkening further. “Feel that?” he rasped against my lips, his free hand splaying over my abdomen, fingers pressing down to amplify the sensation. “That’s me, deep inside you. Stretching you. Owning you. Gods, Rose, you’re so full of me already, and I’m not even knotted yet. Tell me how it feels—tell me how much you love your alpha’s cock ruining you on his desk.” “It’s—ah—everything,” I whimpered,
Rose's POV “You can and you will,” he soothed, his voice a low, rumbling promise that sent fresh shivers racing down my spine. He kissed my tear-streaked cheeks with surprising tenderness, his lips soft and warm against the salty tracks, before claiming my mouth in a slow, filthy kiss that tasted of salt, the faint copper tang of blood from my bitten lip, and the raw, primal essence of our sex. His tongue fucked my mouth in perfect time with the subtle, grinding rolls of his hips, each movement dragging his knotted cock against my oversensitive walls, keeping the pressure on that sweet spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “One more, love,” he murmured against my lips, breath hot and ragged. “Give me one more while I’m still locked inside you. Let the bond feel how perfectly you take your alpha. Let it feel how you were made for this—for me, for my knot, for every drop I pump into you.”His words unraveled me completely. I shattered again, the orgasm rolling throug
Rose's POV He obliged with a dark chuckle that vibrated straight through the bond and into my clit like a live wire. The grinding turned savage—short, sharp thrusts that rocked the lectern beneath us until the ancient oak groaned in protest, the wood joints squealing like they might splinter under the force of an alpha claiming his mate in the very heart of his domain. His fingers never left my clit, pinching the swollen nub with ruthless precision, rolling it between- Jason's knot swells inside her, locking them together as he murmurs, "Feel how deep I am, Rose—every pulse is for you." slick-coated pads until sparks of overstimulation exploded behind my eyes. I came again, harder than before, vision whiting out completely as my scream tore through the vaulted hall—raw, broken, echoing off the stone walls and arched windows like a siren call meant for every jealous ear in the corridors beyond. “Jason—fuck—yes!” I sobbed, my walls convulsing around his locked knot, milking him in
Rose's POV The door was already locked—Jason’s hand had snapped the bolt the second the last student vanished—but he still growled the confirmation against my throat, teeth grazing the twin crescents he’d put there months ago. The bond blazed like molten gold between us, his wolf so close to the surface I could feel fur brushing the inside of my ribs, a phantom brush of silver that made my skin pr- He rips her panties with a savage tug, the fabric tearing like paper, exposing her slick folds glistening in the slanted sunlight. His breath was scorching, carrying that wild storm-and-pine scent that always undid me, now thickened by the heavy musk of his rutting alpha hunger. The lecture hall still echoed with the ghosts of those jealous whispers—Miss Taryn’s giggle, the beta’s sour envy—but every inhale I took was already rewriting the air with us.“Lock’s done,” he rasped, voice gravel-rough and dripping with command. One big hand slid down my spine, claws teasing the fabric of my bl
Rose’s POV The lecture hall smelled of chalk dust, old leather bindings, and the faint metallic tang of too many shifter scents packed into one room. Sunlight slanted through the tall arched windows, catching on floating motes and the silver embroidery of Jason’s faculty robes as he paced the dais like a caged predator who had learned to look civilized. His voice rolled over the tiered seats—low, precise, commanding—explaining the 1847 Accord’s supremacy clauses with the same effortless authority he used when he knotted me against the desk at night.I sat in the third row, center aisle, collar deliberately open so the twin crescents on my throat caught the light every time I turned my head. The claiming bite throbbed in time with my pulse. The bond hummed warm and steady beneath my ribs, a constant golden thread that let me feel him even from across the room: his focus, his control, the low simmer of possessiveness he kept banked while he taught.He was magnificent.And the hall was
Rose's POV Seraphina’s crimson robes snapped behind her like a banner as she turned, but she didn’t get three steps before I spoke. “Running already?” The words came out quiet. That was what made them land. She stopped. So did the whispers. The library seemed to hold its breath around us—the towering shelves, the dust-lit air, the old wards humming faintly in the stone. Even the betas stiffened. Seraphina turned back slowly, emerald eyes narrowing with the kind of fury that liked to wear a smile. I let mine sharpen. “If you’re going to threaten my sister,” I said, each word precise, scholar-cool, “at least do me the courtesy of being interesting.” One of the betas made a small, scandalized sound. Seraphina lifted a hand slightly, silencing her without looking away from me. “You think this is a game,” she murmured. “No,” I said. “I think *you* do.” I took one step forward. Then another. Not enough to crowd her. Enough to prove I wouldn’t yield the ground between us. Th
“Trust me,” he said softly, stepping close. “You’ll feel everything more. You’ll crave the sight of me until it aches. You’ll hear every stroke, every moan of your name, and you’ll beg to watch me come for you. And you’ll take it, because you’re my good girl.” “Yes, Jason,” I breathed, tears alre
Dawn came gray and merciless. Fog thicker than ever. Bells tolling like judgment. I dressed the same—shirt buttoned to the throat, jacket zipped high, braid tighter than yesterday, pulling until my scalp stung and my eyes watered. Armor. Lies. I quadrupled the suppressants this time—five pills, ch
Rose’s POVHe tore my jacket open with a single savage yank, buttons scattering across the Persian rug like tiny silver accusations. The fabric ripped at the seams under his strength, and my shirt followed a heartbeat later—buttons popping free in a frantic cascade that pinged off the stone walls a
Rose’s POV “Describe your body right now. Every sensation. Truthfully.” The words settled over me like a weighted blanket—soft, inescapable, designed to hold me exactly where he wanted me. His voice was low, steady, almost conversational, but it carried the full force of his alpha presence, press







