LOGINLilith's POV
Finally, dusk settled in. I had changed my clothes and was just picking up the cake box from the hallway table when a figure blocked my path.
"Where are you going this late?"
Kieran's voice cut through the quiet hallway.
It wasn't loud, but it froze me on the spot.
I was still clutching the box--the cake I'd baked this afternoon lay inside, now feeling like a searing hot coal, burning my fingertips.
He was supposed to be at the gala.
He'd said so himself this morning. Said he'd be back late.
Yet here he stood, still in the same suit from this morning, though his jacket was now draped casually over his arm.
His tie hung loose around his neck, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his throat and a glimpse of his collarbone.
He hooked a finger through that deep blue tie, letting it sway slightly. His eyes were dark, like the sea under a moonless sky.
"Kieran?" My voice felt tight.
Lilith's POVMy brain was mush. Blinking my eyes open in a daze, I couldn't make sense of Kieran's question at all.Can I what?But from above me came Dax's low, hoarse grunt of affirmation.I blinked again.Their individual scents—their alphas' pheromones—mixed with the searing heat radiating from our bodies, fogging my mind into a pliant haze.So... he hadn't been asking me that time, either.I had zero time to process what they were talking about before a scorching, solid chest pressed against my back—Kieran.The coarse hair on his chest scraped against my spine. His furnace-like body heat enveloped me.One large hand splayed against the small of my back as he bent his knees slightly. His other hand was wrapped around his own cock, which was terrifyingly thick and rigid.When the broad head nudged against me, my whole body jolted—I was already completely filled by Dax, stretched to the limit with not an inch to spare.How could there possibly be room for him?!"N-no... impossible..
Kieran's POVI stood behind Lilith, my palms heavy on her bare shoulders. The tremor beneath her skin traveled straight to my fingertips.I lowered my head, my gaze meeting no resistance as it crashed into the frantic scene below—Dax's cock, thick and terrifyingly hard, veins snaking along its length, pistoning ruthlessly between her thighs.With every deep thrust, the broad head brutally stretched her already soaked and glistening lips, dragging out more slick, shiny wetness.The mix of that sheen and the heat from her core was searing.My throat burned with a raw dryness, a restless energy rampaged through my veins, and the roots of my canines ached with the need to sink into something."Fuck!" I couldn't hold back anymore.My left hand slid of its own accord to the nape of her neck, fingers curling, feeling the frantic flutter of her pulse against my palm.My right hand was already wrapped around my own achingly hard cock, the head slick with precum. I used that wetness, dragging i
Dax's POVI didn't wait for Kieran to speak--his opinion didn't matter anyway.I sidestepped him, reached out, and my arm snaked around Lilith's waist.So damn slim.My palm almost covered her entire side. With a slight tug, she stumbled right into my chest.Kieran's fingers lingered on her wrist for a split second too long. I felt the tension in his knuckles. But finally, he let go.Good.The moment my palm pressed against her hip, heat seared right through the fabric to her skin.Her body temperature was cool, her delicate skin trembling faintly under my hand.My fingers tightened, feeling the soft curve of her waist yield between them, my thumb pressing and making slow circles against her side.Her breathing hitched noticeably, short, sharp puffs of air hitting my collarbone.I lifted my gaze, colliding with Kieran's dark stare.I deliberately slowed the motion of my hand on her waist, my thumb ci
Lilith's POVFinally, dusk settled in. I had changed my clothes and was just picking up the cake box from the hallway table when a figure blocked my path."Where are you going this late?"Kieran's voice cut through the quiet hallway.It wasn't loud, but it froze me on the spot.I was still clutching the box--the cake I'd baked this afternoon lay inside, now feeling like a searing hot coal, burning my fingertips.He was supposed to be at the gala.He'd said so himself this morning. Said he'd be back late.Yet here he stood, still in the same suit from this morning, though his jacket was now draped casually over his arm.His tie hung loose around his neck, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his throat and a glimpse of his collarbone.He hooked a finger through that deep blue tie, letting it sway slightly. His eyes were dark, like the sea under a moonless sky."Kieran?"My voice felt tight.
Lilith's POVTonight?The word hit my foggy brain like a bucket of ice water.What had I just done...?I had actually been grinding myself against his...cock.A tidal wave of shame crashed over me. My blood seemed to freeze solid for an instant before roaring back up to flood my face. I went rigid in his embrace, every muscle locking up, my fingers frozen.I wished I could vanish into thin air right then and there."S-sorry!" I stammered, flustered, as I wrenched myself from his arms. I stumbled back a step, nearly tripping over my own feet. The tie I'd been clutching was pulled from my grip.I looked down at it--the silk was a crumpled, wrinkled mess, creased in chaotic patterns like it had just survived a wrestling match."It's ruined..." I whispered, staring at the damning evidence. My cheeks were on fire, and I couldn't bring myself to look up.He, however, seemed utterly unfazed.A large, warm hand closed around my wrist, firm and unyielding.He guided my hand back to the tie. Hi
Lilith's POVI took a deep breath and forced myself to stand in front of him.The difference in our height instantly felt overwhelming. I had to tilt my head back just to see the buttons on his shirt.My fingers were trembling. The first button took me twice as long as usual to thread through the tiny hole.One... two...My gaze kept slipping, uncontrollably tracing the exposed skin before me.His chest was broad, every muscle defined, the lines tapering down into the waistband of his trousers, hinting at sharp v-lines.It was a body shaped by relentless training and lupine genetics--every inch primed for explosive, feral power.His skin had a cool, pale tone, but the feel of it under my knuckles was... searing.I tried to anchor my attention on the buttons, but the tremor in my hands betrayed me.On the third button, my fingertip accidentally brushed the hard plane of his lower abdomen.A sharp, electric jolt shot up my finger and straight to my core.I froze for half a second. Heat







