LOGINNiklaus releases my nipple just to slap it lightly; the sting makes it harden further before he swoops down to latch the abused bud with his mouth.I can't tell if it's his constant teasing that has sensitised my nipples or if the pregnancy is to blame; either way, strained sobs leave my lips as his tongue mercilessly flicks roughly against my nipple to the point where my fingers curl in his hair.“F…uck….”The curse slips unconsciously when his teeth scrape against my skin.I had forgotten to pay attention to his knee that was still mangling my cock, and that is what shatters me.Hot white liquid spatters in small spurts from me onto his shirt.He pulls away from my nipple to watch this, as if the sight of my body twitching was something that interested him.His gaze rises to mine as soon as my spent length finishes leaking.His storm coloured eyes seem to shift to a mix of gold, but he isn't on his rut…His gaze takes in mine before lowering to my lips, which were struggling to take
“Why did you stop?”At my question, Niklaus’s eyes tremble as if looking for something neutral to fix his gaze on. Soon enough, he tore his gaze away from my frame and flexed his hand open and closed.“Let's go to bed, we are both agitated tonigh-”“I asked you a question, Niklaus.”I respond in a firmer voice.He clears his throat, walks towards me and picks up his jacket from the floor to cover my body.His scent is everywhere, making my head spin, but surprisingly, the sting in my chest is keeping me remarkably sober.“I asked, ‘why’.”I repeat, wobbling like a baby deer taking its first step as I try to stand, unfortunately, his pheromones seem to bring me to my knees.I fling out of his hold when he tries to help me up and instead use the coffee table to help me stand and maintain balance."Are you playing dumb. Answer me, you almost assaulted me in front of your new-""I don't want him here.""Well, I do! But you always win when it's between us, don't you? You always win, and tha
**Trigger Warning: attempted Sexual assault**The scent of lilacs hit Niklaus first before he could even close the door.He loved coming home; it was the highlight of his day, whether Lucien spoke to him or not, whether he called him or texted him through the day—rather, responded to his persistent texts, whether his business took him hours away from town or not. He always wanted to come home, to come to Lucien. To his scent.It was the highlight of his day…So what the hell was this?Why could he smell lilacs so overpoweringly as if the scent was produced by a dominant omega?For a second, he simply stood by the door, allowing the irritation level curdling his blood to halt, when it didn’t…. he walked to where the tangy scent of hibiscus seeped weakly.He drew in the scent to hold it in his lungs, but the lilac overpowered it, causing a sharp pain to pierce his head.“Fuck.”He let out a bitter curse as he walked to the lit living room, where voices could be heard.“My main tasks w
“Move that console table to the west wall.”I instruct, scanning the foyer, then looking at the furniture catalogue.“No, not there. It looks like clutter.”I say to the maid handling the wall clock.Hiring new staff came easy, fitting the house to my taste because I am bored by the hospital-mandated ‘house rest’, however, is something else.I have never been a hoarder, but a few days ago, Mia’s wedding gift, which was all the things I left in her house, arrived.“Yes, sir.”The maid agrees and moves busily.Considering Mia hasn’t responded to my phone calls, I’d take this to mean that she isn’t ready to make peace with me.“The lilies have been moved to go to guest room three, Mrs Heinr- Lucien.”The maid corrects herself readily; all the ‘properly trained’ house helps have a difficult time with my title, perhaps because it has always been accepted that whoever marries a dominant alpha becomes a ‘madam’.Urgh… rich people need to use their time better.“White only. No mixed bouquets,
Noah “Pregnancy should be your first goal.”Anna Stone yells the words from the door as she walks into Noah’s apartment.He almost sneers the moment she slows her steps to take in the room as if it were beneath her.“Mmm…”She mouths distastefully before moving to the counter, picking the last apple in the basket and biting into it.“Your place looks like shit, Noah.”Her gaze sweeps over the empty liquor bottles scattered across the kitchen island, the couch and the floor. Disgust settled in her eyes the more she took in the view.“You are aware it's three p.m., right? You are still in your pyjamas with sleep in your eyes.”It was always amusing that while he, an adopted dominant omega of the Stone house, was never allowed past the foyer of the main house growing up, yet Anna and her guards could walk into his place whenever they pleased.“So what?”He muttered.He hadn’t wanted to open his mouth this early in the day, particularly because he could still smell the cloud of alcohol a
"So you caved?"Dr Nicole asks as she changes the bandages on my neck in my bedroom.Her voice sounds too cheerful for someone peeling off gauze. "I prefer the term strategic retreat."I mutter.My gaze turns to the door, where two of Niklaus’s men stand to watch for ‘potential flirting’, of which offering hydration is one of them, as exhibited by their disapproval when I offered water to the nurse Dr Nicole sent in her place yesterday.I guess that’s considered foreplay in his world."You are healing well. Tomorrow I will bring some alpha pheromone samples with me. Ideally, being pregnant, the only scent you should pick up is that of your baby’s father, but the test is important nonetheless.”She says as she pulls off her gloves and steps back from my frame."Sounds-"Before I can answer, the bell rings."You have guests?""I do not. Rather, the only ones who would come to see me would have called first.”I mutter with a frown.As far as everyone knows, I should still be at the hosp
"Don't touch me."I growl the words when Niklaus’s hands wrap around my waist as we leave the car.Of course, he doesn't listen, leading me to push his hand off my frame."I'm meeting Anna Stone tomorrow for coffee.""Coffee? That's funny. Why is my husband meeting another woman?”“We aren’t marrie
Revenge with a baby is messy.Dear God, am I really going down as someone who murdered my child’s father?Well, they don’t have to know. I don’t mind being a tragic widower as long as we’re rich. But what kind of life is that? Hah… I don’t want to resemble this bastard.“There is no need for the sur
"Married?"I repeat the word as though it tastes bitter.Perhaps lying and saying that my last memory was the kiss at the ball made him too brazen because what kind of nonsense is this?“Yes, Lucien, at the ball, we had a lengthy discussion, and you decided to honour our arrangement to get married.
Niklaus’s fingers tapped ferociously against his chair. It was an abrupt meeting that needed his attention, one that didn't seem to end, and one in which his father was in attendance, so if he skipped it, he could be punished by a poisoned meal.Nothing like familial love to bond people."Tell me a







