LOGINKiera followed Alpha Ryker through the grand corridors of the palace. The floors were cold beneath her bare feet, and the golden chandeliers hanging above only made her feel smaller. She gripped the edges of her cloak tightly, her hands trembling. She didn’t know where he was taking her, but she knew better than to ask.
The palace felt alive with whispers, and shadows moving between the towering pillars. Outside, the sound of the wind howled against the stone walls, but inside, everything was quiet except for the echo of their footsteps. Soon, they reached a set of ornate doors carved with symbols she didn’t recognize. Two guards stood at attention, their armor gleaming under the torchlight. Ryke didn’t say a word; he simply pushed the doors open and stepped inside. Kiera hesitated for a moment before following him. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her. The room was massive, lit by golden lanterns, and filled with nobles dressed in fine silks and furs. The air was thick with the scent of wine and expensive perfumes. Tables piled with food and goblets of glowing red liquid lined the walls, but all attention was focused on the center of the room where Darius now stood. He pulled Kiera forward, his grip firm. The chatter died down instantly, and dozens of eyes turned to them. Kiera felt her heart race. She tried to keep her head down, but she could feel their gazes burning into her. Some looked curious, others amused, and a few held a glint of something darker. Ryker raised a hand, silencing the room completely. His voice rang out, sharp and commanding. “We don't need to be cautious when I am here, just do your thing and ignore me!” He said and everyone cheered up with smiles on their faces, then he suddenly faced Kiera coldly, held her hand, and dragged her coldly to the side of the hall where the light didn't reach, making her shiver as goosebumps filled her capes. They sat down as he focused on his cup of wine ignoring her like she didn't exist making Kiera wonder why she was even there. “Hello Alpha Ryker, I bet you are good!” The voice of a young man sounded in front of them making them look up. Kiera squinted her eyes to see the person but the darkness wouldn't allow her. But Ryker who is used to seeing in the dark can see the person. “Dean.” He said coldly, then he narrowed his eyes to see how The man called Dean kept looking at his woman, making his aura turn cold. “Yooh…Alpha! Is this your new toy? She is hot! Where did you get her?” Dean said as he looked at Kiera who shivered in disgust at his tone. Even if she couldn't see him, his lustful gaze that ran over her body just made her so uncomfortable, so she shifted to the other end of the couch but what she didn't know was that Ryker had misunderstood her move thinking she was trying to disassociate herself from him. His eyes turned cold, but then he faced the lustful Dean who still had his eyes on Kiera, then he raised his leg and kicked him in his stomach which caught everyone unexpectedly. “Hah!” The man's howl sounded painful as he hit the table filled with snacks. “You don't want your eyes anymore?! Scam!” The hall went quiet as everyone shivered in hearing their Alpha's angry voice. “Who the hell dared to get the Great Alpha Ryker angry? Is the person not afraid of death?!” Everyone thought in their heart but no one dared to say it loud. In no time the hall returned to being noisy but what they didn't see was the crazy session in the dark side of the hall. “Al-Alpha! You-” Kiera shivered feeling the dark aura of the man who held her arm and dragged her on top of his lap. He had her chin strongly making her wince in pain but he didn't reduce his strength, instead, he bent and bit her red lips until they drew out blood. “What? You enjoy others looking at you right?! Do you want to get away from me? In your dreams!” He said then held her neck and kissed her roughly. He bit her lips drawing blood abs when she whimpered in pain, he invaded her mouth with his tongue and swept around her mouth possessively as if reminding her She was his. Then he shifted her to the side while still holding her neck ignoring her cries of pain and her choking. His eyes were red with anger remembering how she had shifted away from him, then he used his other hand to release his trouser and brought out his dick, then he dragged her back and forced her head down to take him. Kiera felt horror when she felt his huge dick in her face. Her face grew pale knowing what he had asked her to do, but—They were in the public! She forced her head up with a teary face, her face looked pitiful as she pleaded, “No! Please, Master! Don't do this to me, we are outside. I can't, please —” Ryker looked at her pitiful but very beautiful face, her teary eyes pleaded with him, and her face was pale but red with embarrassment. His heart almost went soft from this, but then he remembered that face—that bloody face that will always hunt him. He wondered if that girl had also pleaded this way, he wondered if she had looked at them pitifully. They didn't pity her so why should he pity their daughter?! Why?! Thinking of how his heart almost went limp for the child of his enemy, his eyes grew red with anger, “Shut up! You slut!” He cursed then forced her head down and pinched her throat making her open up immediately then his dick slipped into her open mouth. “Arrggh! Fuck! Hmmm.” He moaned comfortably when he felt her warm breath on his big Rod. Giving up, she knew she could escape this but she decided to relieve him fast so all this could stop! Her tongue wrap around the tip of his dick, then she lick and used her teeth to graze it causing him to shiver in pleasure. Then she opened her mouth and took him all in, then tighten her mouth around his dick which made Ryker not able to control himself as he held her hair and slam into her mouth desperately and all the while not forgetting to hurt her with his words. He kept slamming in, and she took it all, sucked, and dipped her head even when her throat felt uncomfortable, she continued. Then she started feeling it too. Her nipples were erected but she knew she couldn't, especially here. Then when she felt he was almost there, she moved faster, then used her hand to play with his balls, tightening her hands and releasing it causing Ryker to groan in pleasure. Then with one last stroke, he slams into her, “Fuck! Arggh! Darn it!” He cursed as he held her head in place and released it all inside her mouth. “Swallow it all!” He commanded as he yanked her head up which she did immediately, then he left her on the couch and stood up, then left for the toilet. Kiera sat weakly on the couch, her mouth was open as she still couldn't close it now. Then a tear came out of her eyes, then she couldn't help it as she pinched her nipple. “Mmmhm~The parent-teacher night at Lincoln Elementary was winding down. Most moms and dads had already grabbed their coats and headed out into the chilly fall evening. Mia lingered in the hallway, pretending to check her phone while her heart hammered in her chest. She couldn’t stop staring at Mr Harlan. Jake Harlan, her six-year-old son’s third-grade teacher. He was thirty-nine, tall, with broad shoulders filling out his buttoned-down shirt perfectly. The sleeves were rolled up, showing off thick, tattooed forearms that made her thighs clench every time he gestured while talking. And that voice had been making her wet since the moment he said hello. Mia was only twenty-six, a single mom who’d had her son young. She knew she looked good, tight jeans hugging her curves, low-cut top showing just enough cleavage but tonight she felt like a teenager again, blushing every time Jake’s dark eyes met hers. Finally, the last parent left. Mia “accidentally” left her phone on the little table by t
By night 7, it was a full-blown routine. Blake would game online with his buddies until one a.m., shotgunning beers and trash-talking over headsets. He’d stumble to bed, out cold within minutes, door half-open, snoring like a freight train. Megan would curl up on the couch in tiny shorts and a tank top, “watching Netflix” with the volume low. Ethan would wait in his room, heart pounding, clock watching. At two a.m. sharp, he’d creep out.The living room became their playground.Blake had gone harder on the drinks today a new shooter game tournament with his online crew. He crashed even earlier, around one-thirty, mumbling about “one more round” before face-planting into his pillow.Megan was already on the couch when Ethan slipped out at two. She’d ditched the shorts entirely—just panties and Blake’s oversized hoodie zipped halfway, nothing underneath.“No words tonight,” she whispered as he approached, eyes dark with need. “Just fuck me.”Ethan nodded, pulling her up by the hand. T
The morning after was pure awkwardness. Ethan woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Blake banging cabinets in the kitchen. He shuffled out in sweats, avoiding eye contact.“Yo, you look like shit,” Blake laughed, pouring cereal. “Late night gaming?”Ethan mumbled something about insomnia and grabbed a mug. Megan was already at the table in Blake’s hoodie again, legs crossed, sipping orange juice like nothing had happened. She glanced up at Ethan, eyes sparkling with secret mischief.“Morning, roomie,” she said sweetly. “Sleep okay?”“Yeah,” he lied, voice rough. “Fine.”Blake didn’t notice the tension. He kissed Megan on the cheek, grabbed his backpack, and headed out for class. “See you losers later. Party round two tonight!”The door slammed. Silence.Megan stood, walking past Ethan to rinse her glass. She brushed against him deliberately.“Last night was fun,” she whispered, so low he barely heard. “Don’t be weird about it.”Then she was gone too, off to her own classes
Ethan jolted awake at 3:07 a.m., heart racing for no reason he could name. The off-campus apartment was dark and quiet, except it wasn’t. Soft, breathy moans drifted through his cracked bedroom door, mixed with the faint rustle of fabric. He rubbed his eyes, listening harder. The sounds were coming from the living room.He slipped out of bed in just his grey boxer briefs, padding barefoot down the short hallway. Blake’s door was half-open, loud snores rumbling out. His roommate had stumbled in drunk around midnight after a frat party, barely making it to his bed.Ethan peeked around the corner into the living room and froze.Megan, Blake’s girlfriend was on the couch, legs spread wide under the dim glow of the TV menu screen. The petite brunette wore one of Blake’s oversized hoodies and nothing else, the fabric pushed up to her waist. Her hand moved slowly between her thighs, fingers circling her clit. Her head was tipped back, eyes half-closed, lips parted in quiet moans.Ethan shoul
A few weeks later, it was just… normal. Taylor showed up at Greg’s house three, sometimes four times a week. Always with some flimsy excuse, “left my charger,” “need that book I lent Jake,” “just in the neighbourhood.” Greg never called her out. He just texted back Doors open and waited.Tonight was no different. It was a Thursday, just past nine. Jake was supposed to be at his buddy’s place playing poker, so the house was theirs.Taylor let herself in, kicked off her sneakers, and headed straight upstairs. Greg was already in Jake’s old bedroom, sitting on the edge of the twin bed in black sweats, no shirt, silver hair tousled like he’d been running his hands through it.“Hi, Daddy,” she said softly, shutting the door behind her.Greg’s eyes darkened instantly. “Lock it.”She clicked the lock, then peeled off her oversized hoodie, leaving her in just a tiny white crop top and pink cotton shorts.“Get over here,” he ordered, voice low and rough.She crossed the room fast, climbing i
The next evening, Taylor stared at her phone, biting her lip. Her body still ached deliciously from last night. She typed fast before she could overthink it.“Forgot some stuff, can I swing by?”Greg’s reply came almost instantly. “Door’s open.”She pulled up twenty minutes later, heart pounding harder than the wine buzz from yesterday. This time she wore a short denim skirt, a cropped hoodie, and cherry red lipstick on purpose. No accident.Greg was in the kitchen when she walked in, wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank that showed off his arms. He leaned against the counter, coffee mug in hand, eyes dark.“Stuff, huh?” he said, smirking. “What did you forget?”She shrugged, stepping close. “Earrings. Maybe a hoodie. Doesn’t matter.”He set the mug down. “Liar.”Taylor grinned, pressing against him. “Fine. I didn’t forget anything. I just wanted to see you again.”Greg’s hand slid to the back of her neck, gripping firmly. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl.”“I like dang







