Jarek's POV
"No, no, you can't—pull it out, please..." Lilith's voice is a soft, desperate whimper, dripping with a sweetness that claws at my control.
It's fucking torture, urging me to push deeper.
My patience is shot. I lean in, kissing her pale shoulder, hungry, licking, biting.
Her skin's softer than I imagined, laced with a faintsweetness and a hint of fear that makes my canines itch.
I want to sink my teeth into her neck, mark her so every damn wolf knows she's mine.
But not yet—she hasn't even awakened her wolf. I can't claim her.
Fucking hell, if she had, Kieran would've beaten me to it.
No way I'm letting that bastard win.
"Did Kieran ever stick his fingers in your pussy?" I growl, deliberately crude, my finger sliding deeper, circling slow.
Her tight, wet heat grips me like it's alive, soaking my hand.
It's an invitation, making my cock swell harder.
"Mmm..."&nb
Lilith's POVI had no idea how long I'd been sitting there until a maid knocked softly on the door."Master, dinner is ready.""Okay," I murmured absentmindedly, only then realizing I'd been sitting here in a daze the entire day.No one came home. Not a single one of them.An inexplicable sense of abandonment crept into my chest, spreading like frost beneath my skin.In the dining room, the long table stretched endlessly before me.I sat alone. Even the roasted lamb chops tasted dull and lifeless on my tongue.But the faint trace of my stepbrothers' scent lingering in the air was far more intoxicating than any food could ever be.After dinner, I wandered aimlessly through the corridors of the familiar manor like a ghost, as if searching for something I couldn't quite name—or find.My feet carried me of their own accord until I found myself standing before a door I knew all too well.The music room.The moment I pushed it open, that familiar scent enveloped me like an invisible embrace
Lilith's POVHis fingers teased and tormented me, never venturing beyond the outer folds.A desperate, hollow ache spread from my core.I couldn't help it; I arched my hips, trying to draw his fingers deeper inside, seeking some kind of relief.But he skillfully evaded my pursuit, his fingertips still tracing maddening circles just outside.Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.I turned my head, a pleading whimper escaping my lips."Inside… Please. Your fingers…"In a desperate, unspoken trade, my own hand moving over his length quickened its pace. My nails even scraped lightly, unintentionally, over the sensitive head of his cock.My actions made his breath hitch sharply. A low, guttural groan rumbled in his throat, and the arm wrapped around me tensed like iron.Yet, he still held back, his voice a husky demand against my ear."Then tell me. Do you like my shirt?"Damn him. I was still wearing his shirt.I squirmed, but under the relentless, burning pressure of his fingers, I finally
Lilith's POVWhat?My mind went blank for a second, struggling to follow his train of thought.Then, like a bucket of ice water, understanding dawned.He'd found it. The old T-shirt of his I'd hidden in the most secret corner of my closet.The sudden exposure of my secret sent a tidal wave of shame and flustered panic crashing over me."No, it's not like that!" My eyes flew open, and I twisted around to explain, forgetting my own nakedness in my haste.I just… I just hid it because I was afraid Kieran might see it!But before the words could fully leave my lips, he moved with lightning speed.His mouth captured mine in a kiss unlike any before—possessive, demanding, utterly invasive.His tongue forced its way past my parted lips, sweeping into my mouth with an arrogant dominance that left no room for protest.It was a thorough conquest, tasting, claiming, stirring everything in its path.Just as dizziness from lack of air began to cloud my vision, one of his hands slid beneath the she
Rylan's POVThe night felt endless, yet it passed in the blink of an eye.I lay behind Lilith, my arm draped over her waist, my chin resting in the crook of her neck.I didn't sleep a wink, too hyper-aware of every breath she took, the steady beat of her heart, the whisper of blood beneath her skin.Her sweet, warm scent filled my lungs—a balm to my soul.Then, her soft body went rigid against mine. Her breathing hitched.She was awake.She tried to hide it, but the frantic drum of her heartbeat gave her away.A smirk tugged at my lips. I shifted closer, letting my hot lips brush the sensitive skin of her neck. My tongue darted out for a taste."Morning, Lilith."She flinched, trying to subtly pull away from my touch. I let her think she was getting away with it, holding her tight.But my cock had other ideas, hardening insistently against her thigh.She jerked away as if burned.Now.My arms locked around her, one hand splayed on her stomach, trapping her.I buried my face in her nec
Lilith’s POVThe pleasure was building to a peak, a deep, throbbing need coiling tight within me.Then he stopped.Just like that.His thick cock buried deep inside me, but utterly, infuriatingly still.A desperate, hollow ache seized me instantly.My nerves screamed in protest, every cell yearning for the lost rhythm."Mmmph…" I arched my back, trying to find some friction, some relief, but his powerful thighs held me pinned.My small movements were useless, a pathetic imitation of the wild, fulfilling pace he'd set just moments before.Helpless, I tilted my head back, my voice a shaky, pleading whisper."Move… please, Rylan. I need… it's so deep, so empty…"A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest. I knew he wanted this too.But he didn't give in. Instead, still buried to the hilt, he began to withdraw with an agonizing slowness, only to stop again when just half of his length remained.The thick, pulsing shaft dragged against my most sensitive inner walls, granting a fleeting, te
Rylan's POV"You're so fucking hot… I love it—"Even though I'd coaxed her into saying it, hearing those words spill from her slightly swollen lips sent a sharp clench through my chest.My wolf spirit rumbled in deep satisfaction, craving more of her praise.I didn't answer with words. I rewarded her obedience with action.My tongue captured hers, just as she'd tacitly asked for, just as I desperately craved.A dominant, claiming kiss, sucking and tangling with hers.Could she taste me? Would she like it?Driven by those questions, my kiss grew deeper, more demanding.In one fluid motion, I lifted her into my arms.Walking, I sank deeper into her heat with every step. Each movement created an electrifying friction where we were joined so tightly.Her arms locked around my neck, clinging to me, trusting me completely with her whole being.With every step and each deliberate thrust into her suspended body, she tensed, her inner walls clenching and fluttering wildly around me…Pleasure s