Semua Bab Siren's Call: Lycan King Obssession : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Briar's POVKai froze in the doorway like he’d seen a ghost.Or something worse something he couldn’t name, something he didn’t want to name.I sat perfectly still, my spine straight, hands folded loosely in my lap. The lace of the lingerie clung to me like a second skin, black against my pale thighs, the curve of my breasts barely contained, nipples stiff and visible through the thin mesh. The room was dim, soft amber light spilling from the corner lamp, casting gold across my skin.He stared.No, devoured.Then he cleared his throat, sharp and low, trying to shake it off.“Briar,” he said. My name didn’t sound like a command this time. It sounded like a question. A plea.I blinked slowly. “Kai.”He took a step in, then another. He shrugged off his jacket and crossed the room in three long strides, dropping it over my shoulders, hiding my skin from sight.That’s when it hit.That deep curl in my belly. That delicious, electric hum in my blood.And he made the mistake of getting close

Damn.Kai looked at that pussy like it held the answers to every question he’d ever asked.I let my legs fall wider, the room soaked in heat, in breath, in hunger barely leashed. The lace clung to my folds, darkened and damp, a sinful little barrier teasing both him and me. I reached down with one hand—slow, deliberate—and gathered the ends of the lingerie. Just enough to let the fabric slide gently between my slick lips, nestling against my clit.The pressure made me moan. Loud and low, hips twitching, body betraying everything I swore I was going to resist.And I stared at him while I did it.Kai’s hand was already wrapped around his cock, stroking slow, like he was afraid to go too fast and miss something. His eyes didn’t leave mine—not for a breath, not for a blink. The tip of his cock was flushed dark, leaking pre-cum that dripped languidly along the shaft. I licked my lips and let him see it—how badly I wanted to taste him.Kylan and Kieran were still at my breasts, licking, suc

I whimpered. Couldn’t stop. My hands dug into the sheets, into thighs, into anything I could anchor myself to as they used me. No. Worshipped me.Kylan grabbed my hair, gently but firm, tilting my head to guide his thrusts, hips moving with a patience that felt cruel. He wanted to feel the slick slide of my tongue, the soft moans I let out when his tip kissed the back of my throat.I gagged—just once. He moaned. “Just like that, baby. Goddamn.”Behind me, Kai leaned down, lips brushing my spine as he pushed in again, slow and deep, grinding into the tight clutch of my ass until I screamed through the cock in my mouth.Kieran’s hands found my hips, holding me still as he pounded up harder now, faster, his breath ragged. His cock hit just right, that perfect spot deep inside me with every stroke.I started shaking.It was too much.Too perfect.The pressure in my belly was building, heat swirling low, my body coiled tight.Kylan pulled free from my mouth, a string of spit still connecti

I didn't want to freak out but I was freaking out. I had the eyes of a snake. No, a cat. Gosh, I didn't fucking care.I paced up and down with the mirror clenched so tight my fingers ached. My heart thundered against my ribs, each frantic beat reminding me how utterly screwed I was."Briar," Kieran said, gentle but guarded. He stood off to the side, arms folded tightly across his chest. Always the rational one, always controlled. He had thrown on a black shirt and jeans at some point, and right now, he seemed like the only solid thing in this room.Kai was standing near the window, still shirtless, arms tense at his sides, every muscle outlined with stress. He stared at me, expression unreadable, his jaw clenched tight enough to break teeth.And Kylan—god, Kylan just looked stunned. Bare-chested with messy hair, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung shorts. He hadn't spoken since handing me the mirror, just watched me with wide, uncertain eyes, as if waiting for me to shatter into p

I didn't know what to say. Or where to even start. Everything felt raw, like picking at wounds that hadn't fully healed yet. Lizabella stood across from me, her eyes blazing, confusion and anger flickering over her face like wildfire. Her fists were clenched at her sides, the way she always did when she was trying to hold back something big."Briar," she said, voice tight, wounded, "you owe me an explanation. I'm your best friend—at least I thought I was. How the hell can you keep secrets from me like this? After everything we've been through, after all these years?""Liz," I tried, my voice hoarse and tired. "It's not that simple.""Not that simple?" she echoed sharply, disbelief shaking her voice. She took a step closer, glaring at the three kings who stood silently behind me. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Ever since these—men—came into your life, you've been pulling away. Hiding things. You think I haven't noticed? And now Luna—my god, Briar, your own daughter. She's convulsing,