LOGINKROSS I sat on the edge of the chair, my laptop balanced on my knees, but I wasn't really working. Yes, the screen was open, the cursor blinking like it wanted me to focus, but my eyes refused.They kept drifting toward her. She lay on the bed, her body curled under the soft sheets, her hair spilling across the pillow like a dark river. She was beautiful, and she looked fragile, and my damn chest was aching because I wanted her. Again. Wanted her? That was saying it lightly. I needed her. The thought made me grit my teeth. I hated it. I hated myself for it. I never planned for any of this to happen. It just happened. And now, every inch of me burned with desire, my wolf felt restless with me, and yet I was supposed to be her protector.I didn't know when that duty fell on me, but it did eventually, and I wasn't supposed to be feeling this way. It wasn't good. I was supposed to be the one who kept
SADEWhen I opened my eyes, everything looked blurry at first, my eyes burning. I woke up with my body aching in ways that were familiar and yet so… different. But the thing is, when my muscles throbbed, every nerve in my body hummed with the memory of him.I gasped the moment I realized I wasn't alone, and for a long second, I couldn't remember where I was; my brain felt a bit hazy. The room still smelled of him… that warm but sharp scent… it was heavy enough to make my stomach tighten and my toes curl. I tried to sit up, and that was when the memories came flooding to me, and for some reason I couldn't understand, I felt hurt. Kross was there. He wasn't on top of me, he wasn't touching me. He was sitting on a couch, close to the bed, with his laptop on his lap. His eyes looked cold, but I guess he was busy attending to something. I could see how the muscle around his jaw flexed. The way he tilted his head felt like he was angry.
It was painful at first, as he pushed past the barriers, and it was even harder since I was so tense. “Relax,” he whispered into my ear. “In and out. Come on, love.”L-love? Did he just call me love?!He groaned all of a sudden, and I felt him shiver. “Why… Fuck, I said to relax, not tighten even more.”I buried my face deeper into his face. “S-sorry.”“It's okay, just try to relax. I don't want this to be painful for you.”I nodded, inhaling and exhaling, and slowly, my grip on his neck loosened. “Good,” he said softly, pushing an inch in, and I moaned, my hands moving to his back and scratching. “Just keep breathing.” He pushed into me until he was fully seated in me, slowly, gently, and I could feel everything. I moaned loudly even though he didn't move, my eyes shutting tight. It felt so good, just the feeling of him pulsing in me felt too good. Perhaps because it was my choice, not so
“K-Kross,” I moaned, unable to look away from his blue eyes. I was drowning in them. “Sir…” He groaned as he continued to move his tongue, his hands moving from my hips and grabbing my bottom, squeezing it tight, and I moaned softly. I could feel pressure building, growing higher and higher, and soon my legs were shaking, my claws were crawling out and digging into the desk, breaking the wood. A fire ignited in Kross’s eyes, and I felt it burn through me. The pressure broke, and my eyes widened. I cried out as my entire body shook, my eyes shutting tight and stars bursting behind my eyelids. “S-sir!” I screamed as I felt pleasure unlike any I've ever felt before, tore through me. It curled my toes, made my entire body burn hotter than it should, and I screamed until my voice grew hoarse. Kross didn't stop; he didn't pull his tongue away, and just continued. It was only when my breath was fast and short that he stopped, pulling his to
Mr. Varkas’s kiss was rougher than it had been before, and a little messy. He kissed without direction, simply moving his lips.I kissed him back just as messily, my fingers deep in his hair. He broke the kiss when we needed to catch our breath, tugging my shirt over my head, and I sat up to help him take it off. He threw the shirt to the side before he was on me, his hands moving and feeling my bare skin, his lips on my neck. I wanted to touch him, too. “Your shirt,” I breathed. He pulled back as he tugged his tie off roughly, not bothering to unbutton his shirt, and he just ripped it open, the buttons flying all over the place. But we both paid them no mind as we were back on each other. My hands roamed and touched everywhere I could, feeling his smooth skin and the muscles beneath. “I’ve never spent my rut with anyone before,” he rasped as he pushed me gently to lie back on the desk. “Never.”“I’ve heard the alph
SADEIf I were asked why I was so hurt, why it hurts so much that it feels like I couldn't breathe, I wouldn't be able to answer.But it hurts. It hurts so much. I was suddenly reminded of the kind of person I was: impure, used, a tool. That was all I was, and maybe that was why it hurt so much. What was I thinking? Wanting a man like this? What was I thinking? “What…” Mr. Varkas stuttered, looking like he didn't know what to do with himself. “What are you saying, Sade? You’re dirty? Who said that?”“It doesn't have to be said,” I said, wiping my face roughly with the back of my hand. “I know it. It’s a part of who I am, even though I had no say in that.” He stepped forward, reaching out. “Don't say–”“You don't have to try to make me feel better, Mr. Varkas,” I interrupted, shutting down my emotions and looking away from him. “I know it more than anyone else. What else do you call someone who countless people have touched, if not dirty?” Something like pain flashed in his eyes,







