MasukThere was a cloud of pleasure, desire, and aching excitement invading my mind. I couldn’t do anything except feel and receive everything Rayan gave me. He was buried deep inside me, and every command, every word from him sounded like an irrefutable order.Sweat ran down our bodies, coating us in traces of pleasure and desire. The night stretched on for a few more hours, Rayan pushed me to climax again and again, until I couldn’t think anymore, until everything became too much.I was on top of him, and Rayan stroked me in slow circles, right on the most sensitive and aching point of my body, while he thrust into me. Words no longer formed correctly on my tongue; moans and trembling were all he could pull from me.“Looks like you’re going to c*me again,” he whispered into my ear.I mumbled something, trying to argue and say it was already too much for me, but I couldn’t form even a single “no.” At least he really knew me and could read through the mess I had become.“I know it’s too muc
Violet.The hours piled up, passing over us like the waves of pleasure that dominated our minds. We had sex again and again. The room smelled of sex mixed with the night air drifting in through the open window.Rayan was hungry in a way I had only ever seen during the Wave. Maybe banishing his father had let the stress build up inside him. Or maybe my words had shaken him more than he let on.He seemed to be under the impression that if we had sex for long enough, my hatred for him would disappear. I didn’t oppose the idea, even though I knew it wouldn't have the effect he hoped for.Rayan stood in front of the window, bathed in moonlight, naked and holding a glass of wine as he looked out at the landscape. The wind made the curtains dance and I watched him, lying naked on the bed. My eyes drifted along his body, admiring the carved muscles and the imposing stature that made him so worthy of the alfa title.It wasn’t surprising that so many women once lined up to sleep with him, nor
Rayan.Violet’s scent filled my lungs, and the sound of her heavy breathing tangled with mine. I didn’t want to move off her. I didn’t want to lose the heat of her body, her perfume, the way her moans still echoed in my ears like an addictive whisper.She turned her face away, as if trying to compose herself, as if trying to remember she hated me. But her body told me something else. Her erratic breathing. Her legs still trembling. Her fingers still gripping the sheets like she was trying to hold on to her last bit of self-control.I slid my hand along her hip, up her torso, and straight to her face, turning it back toward me.“I’m not done with you,” I murmured, brushing my lips against hers. “Not even close. Not while you keep pretending you hate me.”She shivered, not from fear, never from fear. Violet never feared me. She felt many things for me, but fear wasn’t one of them. She shivered because of that stubborn mix of anger and desire I always pulled out of her.And I can’t even
Rayan.Violet’s moans were the only thing capable of drowning out the noise in my head. Feeling her melt around my fingers and writhe beneath my body calmed my mind and made me forget, even if only for a few moments, the chaos waiting for me outside that room.She closed her eyes, letting herself go and moaning with those beautiful sounds that only made me even more aroused. They made me want to devour her, break her, tame her until she begged for me. And I would do exactly that.“Look at me.” I said, gripping her neck and turning her face toward me. She opened her eyes with that need-filled gaze that always shattered me. The things I had done for that look, the things I’d do for her…Violet panted as she dug her nails into my arms, and by the Goddess, how I loved her nails. The burning, painful sensation of being marked by her, the way I could look at those marks later and remember what I’d done to her to provoke them.I kept my fingers moving in the perfect rhythm, sliding in and o
Everything that followed that night was soaked in an uncomfortable silence. No one wanted to comment on, or even appear interested in, what had just happened. It was like having dinner with a pink elephant wandering among us.Rayan went to the bedroom before I did, and I followed after a few moments spent talking with Nara. As soon as I walked in, I looked for him and saw the bathroom door open. I approached and saw him leaning over the counter, his gaze lost in the mirror.For a moment, even if brief, I placed myself in his position. To discover that your own father, someone for whom you had done horrible things, someone you admired, had murdered your mother. What would my reaction have been? Would I have done the same as him? Or worse? It wasn’t easy and, as his luna, I should console him.Not only that, I think that, even if I didn’t want to admit it, I wanted to console him.I approached, sliding my hands over his chest as I embraced him from behind and pressed my lips to his ski
I crossed the sea of people, heading toward the entrance. Guards, civilian members of the pack, everyone present seemed absorbed in hungry comments, desperate for an update. I stopped in front of the guards who were trying to calm the uproar of two older women calling for Roamur.“Where is Rayan?” I asked with authority. They quickly turned to me.“Lady Violet,” they replied, bowing. “The alpha is in a meeting in the council room.”“All right, thank you.” I declared, walking past them.“My lady, it would be best if the meeting weren’t interrupted,” one of them shouted after me, though he didn’t try to stop me. He couldn’t, afterall, touch the luna.So I paid no attention, and simply kept walking. The fortress felt empty on the inside, and I was struck by how quickly everything had unfolded. In the short interval I’d been gone, all of this had erupted. I felt a little confused about it. Rayan would have told me, wouldn’t he?I stopped at the corridor leading to the council room. Enteri







