LOGINHAYESOne brutal, driving thrust that buried me to the hilt inside her soaking wet cunt. Her scream tore through the steamy grotto, echoing off the black stone walls as her inner walls clamped down around my cock like a vice. She was so tight—so fucking tight—her heat swallowing me whole, her slick coating every inch of my shaft."Fuck," I groaned, my head falling back as the sensation nearly split me in two. "You're so fucking tight, Luna. Your cunt is gripping me like it never wants to let go."Ciara's hands scrabbled against the cold stone, her nails scratching desperate lines into the dark surface. Her ass was pressed hard against my hips, my cock buried so deep inside her I could feel her cervix kissing the head with every pulse."Hayes—fuck—you're so big—" she choked out, her voice broken and raw.I didn't give her time to adjust. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was stretching her rim, then slammed forward again, driving deeper, harder. The wet slap of our bodies ec
HAYESThe second my bare chest slammed against her unshielded skin, any remaining sanity I had evaporated.My wolf was roaring behind my ribs, a savage, dominant beast clawing to get out, entirely drunk on the thick vanilla and heavy cream pouring off her cunt. Her scent was everywhere—flooding my nostrils, coating my tongue, making my cock ache and throb against the rough fabric of my trousers. My vision turned pitch-black, my pupils swallowing the gray completely as I locked her against the damp stone pillar.Ciara didn't say a word. Her mouth parted, a low, feral whimper slipping from her throat as she thrashed against me. Her thighs were already trembling, slick heat soaking through the thin lace of her panties, leaving a wet smear against my thigh.I didn't give her space to breathe. I caught her chin in a tight, white-knuckled grip, forcing her face up, and slammed my mouth down onto hers. It wasn't a civilized kiss. It was a bruising, desperate claim—all teeth and tongue and ra
CIARA"Let go of my hands, Hayes," I snapped, my voice shaking from the heat but my spine staying solid."Why?" Hayes growled, his black eyes staring straight into mine, his grip on my wrists tightening against the dark wood of the table. "So you can grab that silver dagger in your waistband? Or so you can pull me closer?""Try me and find out," I hissed, shoving my hips upward against his heavy frame.The movement sent a violent wave of vanilla scent straight into his face. Hayes’s nostrils flared, a low, animalistic rumble vibrating deep in his chest. He didn't drop my hands, but his face dipped down, his mouth brushing right against the hollow of my throat."Your wolf is begging for the mark, Ciara," he whispered, his fangs scraping the skin over my pulse point. "She’s been begging since I walked into the room.""She’s irritated because her mate is a hypocrite," I shot back, wincing as a sharp spike of heat pooled in my belly. "You spend three days looking right through me, letting
CIARAThe sound of his growl echoing from the mud was the best thing I had heard since arriving at the Blackthorn estate.For three days, he had tried to crush me under the weight of his silent, tyrannical ego, treating me like an inconvenient transaction he regretted making. Watching the supreme commander of the northern ridges slide down three soapy steps and land knee-deep in a ditch of wet rose dirt was worth every single second of his freezing breakfast glares."You're glowing, Luna," Killan remarked dryly as I passed him in the grand gallery. He was leaning against a stone pillar, a cup of black coffee in his hand, looking at me with immense suspicion. "Did you finally find a paragraph on potato yields that moved you to tears?""The agriculture text is standard, Killan," I replied, pausing for a fraction of a second, a bright, dangerous smile stretching across my face. "But the lower gardens are exceptionally beautiful today. The soil looks... incredibly rich. You should go he
CIARAThe sound of his growl echoing from the mud was the best thing I had heard since arriving at the Blackthorn estate.For three days, he had tried to crush me under the weight of his silent, tyrannical ego, treating me like an inconvenient transaction he regretted making. Watching the supreme commander of the northern ridges slide down three soapy steps and land knee-deep in a ditch of wet rose dirt was worth every single second of his freezing breakfast glares."You're glowing, Luna," Killan remarked dryly as I passed him in the grand gallery. He was leaning against a stone pillar, a cup of black coffee in his hand, looking at me with immense suspicion. "Did you finally find a paragraph on potato yields that moved you to tears?""The agriculture text is standard, Killan," I replied, pausing for a fraction of a second, a bright, dangerous smile stretching across my face. "But the lower gardens are exceptionally beautiful today. The soil looks... incredibly rich. You should go he
HAYESI am the Alpha of the Blackthorn pack. I have ripped the throats out of feral rogues with my bare teeth, survived a silver-threaded explosive blast that would have turned a lesser man into ash, and commanded three thousand loyal warriors who drop to their knees when my jaw so much as ticks.Yet, for the last forty-eight hours, I have been ducking behind a three-hundred-year-old velvet tapestry in my own western corridor like a pathetic, obsessed scout.All because my un-shifted omega wife refuses to look at me.Down the long expanse of the stone hallway, Ciara strode past the high arched windows, her sharp ice-blue silk skirts snapping around her ankles with every elegant, furious step. She didn’t look left. She didn’t look right. She carried a massive leather-bound historical text clutched to her chest like a weapon, her chin tilted up with so much stubborn, aristocratic pride it made my veins feel like they were full of boiling liquid fire.She smells like vanilla, my wolf rum
~HAYES~ Ciara nodded slowly, but I saw the defiance in her eyes. Most people lowered their heads when I threatened them. Most people trembled or obeyed or submitted because they literally had no choice. But not her.Even now, standing with her back pressed against the railing while my hand held h
~CIARA~The maid’s face drained of color so fast, it almost made me regret asking. Her lips parted slowly, but no words came out. She looked like my request had triggered a trauma she was yet to recover from. She pulled her hand away from mine. “I..I can’t.”I should have dropped it. She looked un
~CIARA~The ride to Alpha Graham’s house was quiet to the point of suffocation. He wasn’t saying anything, and my mind was stupidly replaying the moment he said ‘you belong to me now’ like I was just property to be owned. Fidgeting with my fingers, I stole a quick glance at him, and he seemed rath
My breath caught in my throat.Husband?The word shouldn’t have affected me, but it did anyway. I forced myself to look away from Alpha Graham, but it felt impossible. There was something about his eyes—the way they effortlessly held me in place, like I needed his permission to move my own body.“C







