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The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us

The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us

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Dark Romance

Steamy

Alpha

Dominant

Lycan

Age Gap

Reverse Harem

Weak to Strong

Contemporary

“I’m going to have to eat your pussy since you won’t stop trembling like that, little mate.” The words rumble from Vincenzo’s throat as he pins me to the bed, his fangs grazing my inner thigh while Lorenzo and Valentino watch with glowing eyes, cocks already hard and leaking for me. I ran from my ex after catching him buried in another man, whining about an “open marriage” like I was disposable. Betrayed. Shattered. Done. Then the Drakvolk brothers found me—three godlike Lycan Alphas, rulers of the most ruthless pack alive. Brothers in blood, bonded in power, and destined to share one woman. Me. They’ve shared kills, territory, and secrets since they were pups… and now they share my body. Vincenzo’s tongue dives in first, slow and punishing, making me arch and gasp. Lorenzo’s rough hands spread me wider, fingers teasing my clit while he growls, “Scream for us, omega.” Valentino claims my mouth, swallowing every moan as their knots swell, promising to fill me completely—stretching, marking, breeding. No more lies. No more holding back. Just three primal gods taking turns, then taking me all at once, until I’m dripping, knotted, and begging: Moan for us… forever. The Alphas’ Dirty Desires

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Belle
Belle
Good book !! But is it Valarie or Veleria or Valerie? It keeps shifting so far. It's a bit confusing. Overall, I really like the characters and detailed descriptions. I will definitely read one or all of your other books. Thanks for the enjoyable journey so far!!
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90 chapters 4-7-26
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101 Chapters
Chapter 1: The Betrayal Bomb
Valerie Mary Storm “I think your husband is cheating on you.” Serah’s words landed like a slap across the quiet café table. She said it casually, almost bored, while stirring the last sad swirl of melted ice in her coffee. I swallowed hard. The cold water I’d just sipped turned to lead in my throat. “What?” My voice came out thin, defensive. My fingers automatically found the silver necklace at my collarbone—the thin chain James had given me on our first anniversary. The one he’d kissed while fastening it, whispering that I was his forever. Serah gave me that look. The one that said come on, girl without saying a word. “When was the last time he touched you, Val?” she asked, voice low but unrelenting. “Like, really touched you. Not a peck on the cheek or a hug because you looked sad. Actual sex. Passion. Desire. When?” Heat rushed to my face. I glanced around, terrified the barista or the couple at the next table might overhear. “That’s… that’s not fair,” I whispered.
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Chapter 2 : MATE. MATE. MATE
Veleria Mary Storm: I didn’t walk out of that house. I ran. Barefoot, rain slamming into me like it wanted to punish me too, I sprinted down the driveway until my lungs screamed. My feet slapped wet concrete, sharp stones biting the soles, but I didn’t care. If I stopped moving, the words would catch me. Weak omega… boring… you disgust me… no man wants you… I screamed—long, ragged, until my throat felt torn open. Let the neighbors hear. Let the whole goddamn street know what a fool I’d been for three years. I’d said no to everything for him. No to late nights out with Serah because “James might get lonely.” No to the promotion because “he needs me home.” No to the therapy I desperately needed because “his trauma comes first.” No to living. No to feeling desired. No to ever knowing what it felt like to be wanted so badly someone couldn’t keep their hands off me. All for a man who flinched at my touch. All for a man who’d been pretending. All for a man who
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Chapter 3 : The Drakvolk’s Omega
Vincenzo The private room upstairs smelled of leather, sweat, and submission—familiar, almost comforting in its predictability. Red lights pulsed low, casting long shadows over the padded bench where the omega girl knelt, wrists cuffed high to the cross, back arched, thighs spread by a spreader bar. She was pretty enough: dark hair spilling down her spine, skin flushed from the warm-up, a soft whine already leaking from her throat. Lorenzo circled her like a wolf toying with prey, black shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, gold eyes gleaming. He trailed the flat leather flogger down her spine, teasing the curve of her ass before delivering a light snap—crack—against one cheek. She jolted, a sharp “Ah!” bursting out, then melted into a trembling moan. “Again,” I said, voice low, velvet command from the center chair. My legs were spread, cock half-hard in my pants from the power play, nothing more. Routine. “Make her beg properly this time.” Lorenzo grinned, feral and teasing. “You h
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Chapter 4: Finally Taken
ValeriaWhat are the actual odds?One second I’m shattered on a barstool, rain-soaked and whiskey-numb, replaying James’s voice like a broken record—you’re boring, you disgust me, no man wants you—and the next I’m being carried through a private corridor by three Lycan kings who’ve spent centuries starving for their mate.And they’re looking at me like the starvation ends tonight.I knew their names the way everyone knew them: whispered in fear, moaned in fantasies, printed in tabloids that called them immortal gods and ruthless monsters in the same breath.Vincenzo Drakvolk.The tallest. The leader. Amber eyes that burned slow like embers under ash, voice that could command armies or unravel panties with a single syllable.Lorenzo Drakvolk.Gold-eyed devil with a smirk that promised sin, hands that looked made for breaking things—or making them beg.Valentino Drakvolk.The quiet one. White hair like fresh snow on a grave, silver eyes that never blinked when they decided something bel
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Chapter 5: May the Gods have mercy
Veleria Mary storm I woke up aching in ways I didn’t even know were possible.A deep, throbbing soreness pulsed between my legs, right where they’d stretched me open and filled me so completely last night. My hips felt bruised, my lower back screamed every time I tried to move, and the fresh bite mark on my shoulder burned like it was still healing under Valentino’s teeth. My head pounded too—sharp, nauseating throbs behind my eyes, the kind that came from too much whiskey and too many tears.I groaned, the sound scraping out of my raw throat.The sheets were silk, cool and slippery against my bare skin. I wasn’t naked, though. Someone had slipped an oversized black polo over me while I slept. It swallowed me whole, the hem brushing mid-thigh, soft and worn at the collar like it had been loved for years. I lifted it to my nose without thinking.Smoke. Cedar. Warm amber. Commanding and steady, like a hand pressing me gently but firmly against a wall.Vincenzo.My stomach flipped—panic
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Chapter 6: She wants Us
Valentino DrakvolkThe office was dim, lit only by the low fire and the desk lamp Vincenzo kept on when he wanted to think. Smoke curled from his cigarette. Lorenzo was sprawled in one of the leather chairs, legs kicked up on the ottoman, swirling whisky like he could drink away four centuries of waiting.“Four hundred years,” Lorenzo said, voice rough with disbelief. “Four fucking hundred years of empty beds, empty ruts, empty everything. And the Moon Goddess finally decides to throw us a bone. One perfect little omega who takes all three knots like she was born for it.”Vincenzo exhaled smoke in a slow line. “She’s real. She’s here. That’s what matters.”Lorenzo laughed under his breath. “Yeah, and my dick hasn’t stopped throbbing since we pulled out of her. I swear if I close my eyes I can still feel her throat squeezing around me while you two were locked in. Fuck. I’m going to need a cold shower every hour just to function.”Vincenzo’s amber gaze flicked to me where I sat in the
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Chapter 7 : . I love it—please don’t stop
Lorenzo DrakvolkI’m two steps above them when it happens.One second she’s walking like a drowned kitten in our too-big clothes, the next her foot snags that damn sweatpant hem and she’s pitching forward like a baby deer on ice.Valentino moves first—always does when it’s about catching her. Arm around her waist, yanking her back, and they both go down in a controlled tumble onto the step.She lands straddling his lap. Thighs spread wide. Hands scrambling.And one of those tiny hands?Lands right on his cock.Full grip. Fingers curling around the thick outline like she’s claiming it. I see the exact moment the head peeks past his waistband, slick and leaking, and her palm slides over it—hot little shock of friction.Val hisses. She freezes. Her face goes crimson—eyes huge, lips parted, like she just realized she’s holding a live grenade.I bark out a laugh so hard I nearly lose my balance on the stairs.“Fuck me,” I say, leaning over the banister for a better view. “Little mate’s alr
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Chapter 8: Milk her Cunt
Lorenzo DrakvolkValentino switches breasts—sucking the other nipple deep while his free hand spreads her wider. I follow the motion—mouth trailing hot, open kisses down her ribs, over the soft curve of her stomach, until I’m level with heaven.I hook her legs over my shoulders, spreading her open like a sacred offering. Her clit is swollen, peeking out from its hood, glistening. I drag my tongue from her entrance all the way up—long, slow, filthy—tasting the mix of her fresh slick and the faint salt of our cum still leaking from last night.“Gods above,” I growl against her folds. “You taste like fucking addiction. Sweetest cunt I’ve ever buried my face in. Gonna eat you until your thighs shake and you’re screaming my name.”I dive in like a starving man.Tongue flat and broad, lapping at her entrance, scooping up every drop. Then I flick fast over her clit—tight little circles, then long, slow drags, then I suck the swollen bud between my lips and hum deep so the vibration shoots st
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Chapter 9: Inherited Hunger
Vincenzo DrakvolkBeing Drakvolk meant learning early that survival was never enough. My father made sure of that. He used to say the world was not cruel, only honest, and that cruelty was what weak men called truth when they were too soft to take what they deserved. He spoke those words calmly, like lessons meant to protect us, and we were too young then to understand that they were not wisdom at all. They were confession.My father came from a lineage of great Alphas. His brothers were legends—stronger, sharper, favored by blood and prophecy alike. They ruled vast packs and territories so wide their borders blurred into myth. Their names were spoken with respect and certainty. His was spoken with pity.He was not useless, but he was unremarkable, always standing just behind greatness, close enough to taste it and never close enough to claim it. When territories were divided, his father gave him what he called mercy: a small pack, countable and manageable, easy to overlook.My father
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Chapter 10: Mummy… fuck… you’re so tight…
SerahThe apartment felt wrong without Vel.Her mug still sat on the counter from three days ago. The throw blanket she always stole when we watched movies was folded wrong on the couch — my folding, not hers.Even the faint trace of her ex’s cologne lingered in the hallway like a bad joke. It made my stomach turn. Made the quiet hate I carried for men who lied settle deeper.Nine years.Nine years since anyone touched me.I’d told myself it was fine. Porn on silent. Vibrator. Done. No talking, no disappointment, no one asking why I liked certain words whispered in my ear while I took what I wanted.But tonight the silence pressed too hard. Vel’s voicemail played on loop in my head — her voice small, broken, begging me to call back. And nothing after that.I needed sound. Heat. Anything but this empty room.Showered. Black trousers. Silk blouse, top two buttons open. Heels that clicked like I meant business.Club downtown — dark, expensive, music low and dirty. Found a booth in the ba
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