FAZER LOGINSarahThe afterglow still hummed through my body like warm electricity. My apartment smelled of sex and sweat and the faint sweetness of my own milk. Kai and Dante had been relentless after the first round. They hadn’t stopped at sucking my nipples and drinking the warm milk that leaked for them. Fingers had plunged deep inside me, curling and stroking, while their mouths stayed latched to my breasts. They took turns fucking me—Dante’s thick cock stretching my pussy while Kai’s slender one filled my mouth—then switching until I lost count of how many times I came. My thighs were sticky, my nipples sore and sensitive, and my voice hoarse from moaning their names. Eventually, exhaustion won. I had curled between them on the bed and drifted off, safe in the cage of their arms.When I woke, the room was much quieter. Soft lamplight glowed from the desk as Kai sat opposite Dante. Both men were shirtless, serious expressions on their faces as they leaned over a stack of papers. A fres
Dante's POVI pushed the front door open with my shoulder, the weight of the long shift at the site still clinging to my muscles. Dust on my boots, sweat dried on my neck, but the house was quiet. Too quiet for this hour.Third time coming back to this—Sarah, Kai, and now me sliding into whatever this thing between us had become. Not exactly planned, but it felt right in its own messy way. I wanted to see her. Wanted to feel that pull she had, the way she took control without raising her voice.“Sarah?” I called out softly, not wanting to wake anyone if they’d crashed early.No answer from downstairs. Living room empty, kitchen lights off. Only the faint glow from the upstairs hallway spilled down.I climbed the stairs, boots quiet on the carpet. The bedroom door was ajar. I nudged it open and stopped in the doorway.There she was.Sarah sat against the headboard, completely naked, legs slightly parted under the sheet that had slipped down to her waist. One full breast was exposed, he
Sarah's POVWhen I got home from the hospital, I didn’t even bother turning on the lights. I just dropped my bag somewhere near the door and let my body fall onto the bed, exhaustion sinking into me like weight. Everything hurt. Not physically… but the kind of tired that sits behind your eyes, in your chest, in the way you breathe. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, replaying everything. Valeria’s face. Too controlled. Too calm. The kind of calm that only comes when someone is holding themselves together by force. And her mother… I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over my face. To the gods… how does someone let their life get that messy? Drinking for days. Letting a man like that into her life. Letting him take and take until there’s nothing left. Didn’t she think about her daughter? Didn’t she stop, even once, and wonder what this would do to Valeria? My jaw tightened slightly. Valeria didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve to be the one fixing eve
Valeria POVHospitals had a way of draining the soul out of everything.The walls were too white. The air too clean. The silence too controlled—like even pain had to behave itself in here.I sat in one of the stiff chairs outside the treatment room, my hands clasped tightly together in my lap, fingers twisting against each other without rest. My leg bounced faintly, the only sign of the storm building under my skin.This was it.The first procedure.The beginning of something that would either save her… or slowly take her away piece by piece.And I wasn’t ready for either.“She’s going to be okay.”Sarah’s voice came softly from beside me, warm and steady, cutting through the noise in my head like a hand reaching through water.I didn’t look at her immediately.Because if I did, I might actually feel everything I was trying to keep contained.“She has to be,” I muttered under my breath, my voice tighter than I intended. “I don’t have time for anything else.”Sarah shifted closer, her
Lorenzo Drakvolk:The following morningThe docks were already alive by the time I pulled up that afternoon. Cranes groaned overhead, forklifts beeped as they reversed, and the sharp smell of saltwater mixed with diesel and hot metal filled the air. I stood near the main office building with a clipboard in my hand, pretending to check over some shipment logs like the responsible youngest brother everyone expected me to be. Just another day at the Drakvolk family business. Or so they thought.Then Valentino arrived.He came storming down the main pier like a goddamn hurricane, boots pounding against the weathered planks. His voice cut through the noise of the machinery like a blade.“Fucking cowards!” he bellowed, loud enough that every head on the dock snapped toward him.Tools froze mid-swing. Workers straightened up, eyes wide. The foremen who had always been loyal to the elders exchanged nervous glances, but Valentino didn’t give them a chance to recover.“You think I don’t know wh
Lorenzo Drakvolk I pumped my fingers slowly, curling them to hit that spot inside her that made her moan. Valentino kissed her deeply then, swallowing her sounds while his hand continued tormenting her breasts—squeezing, tugging, soothing. I leaned down and took her other nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak until her back arched off the bed.The tray was forgotten. Food could wait. She needed this more—needed us to remind her she wasn’t alone, that her body was safe with us, that pleasure could cut through the pain even for a little while.Her hands fisted in my hair as I switched to her other breast, biting down gently before soothing with my tongue. Valentino’s fingers replaced mine between her thighs, thicker, rougher, plunging deep while his thumb worked her clit in tight circles. She was panting now, hips rolling desperately between us.“That’s it,” I growled against her skin, kissing down her stomach, nipping at her hipbone. “Let go for u
Valeria Mary StormI ran.At first, it really did feel like a game. Tag in the deep woods behind the pack house, the kind of playful chase that always ended with me pinned and laughing between them. My heart hammered with excitement, not fear, as I darted between the ancient pines, leaves crunching
SerahI woke to sunlight stabbing through the curtains like judgment. My body felt borrowed—every muscle singing with the memory of last night. How many times had he made me come? How many ways had that barely-legal mouth begged while he ruined me?Too many. Far too many for a woman who should know
Lorenzo DrakvolkThe high surges through me like a drug I can't quit—electric, addictive, making my veins hum with dark promise. I set the mask down first, its black leather cool against the ancient stone altar, molded perfectly to conceal identities while revealing intentions. Then the boots—heav
Sarah:I groaned softly, rubbing my temples as the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry wasps. Another late night in this soul-sucking office, my laptop screen glaring back at me with a dozen open tabs of unfinished projects. Budget reviews, compliance audits, inventory reports—they all bl







