LOGINThe music in my ears was low, something with a slow, throbbing bass that matched the restless heat already pooling low in my belly. I stood in front of the mirror, turning slightly, smoothing the clingy black dress over my hips. It was one of my dresses that made me feel wanted. The dress was tight in all the right places, with the neckline dipping just enough to remind anyone looking that I had curves worth noticing. Trevor hadn’t seen me in three weeks. Three fucking weeks. Tonight was supposed to fix that ache, the one that had been building like a storm cloud I couldn’t outrun.We’d been together for eight months. Eight months of late replies, canceled plans, and sex that felt more like an afterthought than a need. I told myself it was just the distance. That it was his friends, his games, and his endless excuses. But tonight I’d shaved everything, lotioned my skin until it glowed, and slipped on the matching lace underneath like some desperate offering. Stupid!I already felt
Emrys’s POV"Yes," she breathed. "Please."I pushed in slowly.The tight, searing heat of her nearly broke me. Inch by inch, I sank deeper, watching her face for any sign of pain. When I finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside her, I had to fight to stay still."Goddess, Mia," I groaned. "You feel—fuck."I started moving with slow, deep rolls of my hips. Her moans grew louder, her body beginning to move with mine.Then, partway through a deep thrust, she tensed."Wait," she gasped.I stopped instantly, every muscle locking.Her hands rose, trembling, and found the edge of the mask. She pulled it away.Cool air hit my face.For one full second, Mia simply stared, and I watched the exact moment her mind caught up to her eyes. Her expression moved through it in stages: confusion, disbelief, and then, finally, the bottom dropping out of her face entirely as recognition slammed home."Oh, my god." Her voice was barely audible. "Emrys."It wasn’t a slip this time or a moan turned in
Emrys’s POVThe last few days had been brutal.By day, I was just Emrys Sternwolfe, her student, and she ran from me. Fake phone calls, invented meetings, eyes that wouldn't meet mine across the lecture hall. Every avoidance cut deeper than I cared to admit.But at night, I became the masked stranger. That version of me got to touch her, taste her, and hear her fall apart. The mask had become my only safe space, and without it, the mate bond pushed too hard. My wolf wanted to claim her, mark her, and make her irrevocably ours. I couldn't let that happen until she knew the truth.Tonight, the air felt heavier. Like the bond itself knew something was about to break.I slipped through her window just after midnight. The scent of her hit me first. It was lavendar lotion, warm skin, and the sweet, unmistakable musk of arousal. My cock throbbed in response.Then I saw her.Mia stood in the middle of the room wearing a short baby-doll nightgown, Mickey Mouse printed across the chest, the he
Mia’s POVI sent the email at 2:17 a.m.My hands were shaking as I typed it, sitting cross-legged on my bed in the dark, the glow of my laptop screen the only light in the room.Subject: Tutoring SessionsMr. Sternwolfe,After careful consideration, I have decided to discontinue our private tutoring sessions effective immediately. While I appreciate your dedication to the material, I believe it is best for both of us if we maintain a strictly professional student-teacher relationship moving forward.Thank you for your understanding.Best regards, Professor Mia CromwellI stared at the screen for a long time before hitting send. I drafted and redrafted the message three times, deleting lines that sounded too personal, too weak, too much like an apology. In the end, I kept it clipped and professional, making it sound as safe as I could.The email whooshed away into the ether, and I let out a shaky breath.I had accepted it now, I had carnal desires. I was horny. I was painfully and co
Emrys’s POVI lost it the moment I heard her moan my name.“Mia…” I whispered under my breath, barely audible even to myself.I had been standing in the shadows of her bedroom for what felt like an eternity, masked and silent, watching her. The sight of her on the bed in that thin silk nightdress, legs spread, the thick dildo buried inside her as she fucked herself to the memory of me. That alone had already pushed me to the edge. But when she moaned “Emrys…” in that broken, needy voice, something inside me snapped.My cock was raging hard, throbbing painfully against my pants, leaking steadily. I had two choices screaming in my head.Option one: step out of the shadows right now, rip that nightdress off her, and fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.Option two: free my cock right here in the darkness and stroke myself while watching her finish.Both were dangerous. Both would cross lines I wasn’t sure I could come back from.But then she froze. Her hand stilled. Her
Mia’s POVI barely made it home before the weight of everything settled on me like a heavy blanket.No tears came. I was beyond crying. I was just… tired and vulnerable in a way I hadn’t been in years. The moment I closed my front door, I leaned against it, phone already in my hand. I called the only person whom I believed would drag me out of the madness I was currently drowning in.“Mum?” My voice was quiet, shaky.“Mia? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Her voice was instantly concerned.I sank onto the couch, pulling my knees to my chest. “I broke my vows,” I whispered. “I let a man touch me. I didn’t wait until marriage like I promised God and you. I feel so lost.”There was a long pause. Then my mother sighed softly, and somehow it held both affection and understanding.“Oh, Mia,” she said gently. “That promise was made when you were sixteen. Years ago. I know I hammered it into your head, but the truth in the real world is… men are wicked, my love. Your future husband might not even b
Alpha Zedd’s POVKaryk Moonbane never failed to prove that he was a foolish man.I sat at the head of the long obsidian table, my fingers playing idly with a pen.Karyk Moonbane droned on, gesturing at slides that meant nothing to me. His voice carried that rehearsed cadence, with pauses timed for
I jumped to my feet fast.Grabbing my clothes as fast as I could, I pulled them on in silence, fingers fumbling with buttons, not bothering with anything I couldn't find in under ten seconds. Maggie remained at the door, head turned toward the bed.Zedd shifted.We both went completely still.He re
I lay beneath him, legs spread, body moving in the rhythm he set, but my mind had already drifted somewhere far above the ceiling. Karyk’s hips slapped against mine like he was forced to finish a chore. Thrust, Retreat, Thrust. My mate’s eyes were fixed on the headboard, never once meeting mine.
Delilah’s POVThe elevator doors slid shut again, sealing me in sudden silence. The charged electricity of thirty seconds ago vanished as if it had never existed. My fingers trembled around the black card. My thighs were slick, my underwear ruined, my core still pulsing with the aftershocks of wha







