Lahat ng Kabanata ng FERAL OBESSESION: Bound by the Lycan's curse: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Cole's lips parted, slowly taking the length into his mouth. Martin let out a low groan, feeling the silky warmth of Cole's tongue brushing his cock.Now that more like it.Cole moved his mouth, bobbing his head back and forth against the hard cock. The slow, deliberate slide of his tongue at the tip made Martin bite his lip.“Fuck yeah,” Martin groaned, gazing down at him, then threading his fingers into Cole's hair, guiding him with a steady firm grip.Cole moved, slowly increasing his pace, his tongue dancing along the sensitive tip. He shoved it deeper, letting it hit the back of his throat."Damn," a guttural groan escaped Martin's throat, pleasure building up within him.Martin wanted more. He wasn't seeing Cole, he seeing Ethan, just in between his legs and pleasuring him this way.Those addictive lips he had tasted back at the club, he imagined them around his hardness right now. He imagined Ethan's sexy gaze locked onto him.“Ethan,” he whispered his name before he could stop

Ethan's eyes widened like that of the moon, his heart skipping a beat at Lucian sudden attack on the officers.That was the last thing he had expected Lucian to fucking do.“Cat got your tongue? Do not test my patience here” Lucian warned the offices, his voice dangerously low "A little bit more of pressure and your heads are going to go ka boom!…”“Sir!” Ethan quickly interfered and Lucian slowly glanced at him over his shoulder. “You need to stop. Stop hurting them”Lucian raised a brow. “And what make you think I will listen to you,” he returned his gaze to the officer. “Tell them to confess instead.”Ethan looked at the officers. “They can't. You are pinning and hurting their head to the wall. Even if they speak you can't hear them.”Lucian clicked his tongue. His little mate was kind of right. Reluncantly, Lucian loosen his grip, both officers had their head bleeding a little, fear swirling in their gaze.They both gasped, stood on their feet and immediately made a great mistake.

"Please!” The man yelled, snapping Ethan out of his frozen state. The desperation in his voice was deep and clear, striking Ethan with a wave of shock.He even noticed the tears beginning to threaten their way out of the man's eyes.Ethan glanced at the other students, who were clearly amused by the show.“Just do it. Please, boy,” the cop’s voice lowered as he faced Ethan again. It seemed he truly meant it when he said his life depended on it.Ethan was torn between relief and unease. Lucian had forced these men to kneel before him, to beg for forgiveness. The idea of someone wielding that kind of power on his behalf was both intoxicating and terrifying.But should he hit the officer back?Would that make him just as cruel?He hesitated, staring at the man's bowed head. The crowd murmured, waiting for his reaction.Ethan sighed. “No,” he finally said. “I won’t do it.”The officer's head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise.Ethan exhaled sharply and stepped back. “You’ve already humil

The sound of running water, echoed of the room, hitting two bodies entwined beneath it, cascading down their skin.Ethan, pinned by Lucian to the wall, bit his own lip, to suppress his moan as Lucian's thick finger took his erected nipple, squeezing and sucking on them.Ethan’s legs were tightly wrapped around Lucian's firm torso, his arms clinging to Lucian's neck so he wouldn’t fall, though Lucian’s hands held his thighs firmly in place.They were still in their boxers, both wet and hot under the shower.Ethan squeezed his eyes shut. The more Lucian sucked and played with his nipples—using his hands, tongue, and even teeth—the harder it was to suppress his moans.He had no idea why he was holding them in. Perhaps he didn’t want to give Lucian the impression that he was truly overwhelmed by the sensation.Ethan didn't realize he was bruising his own lip. Oh, fucking mercy.How could it feel this good?Why did his body react so much, bûrning so much around this man?Lucian, engrossed

Eric’s feet tapped impatiently against the floor, his gaze fixed on the transparent glass that covered the café, overlooking the bustling street. His mind was restless as he glanced at his watch several times.“Where the hell is he?” Eric grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.He drew in a deep breath, but it did nothing to ease the unease settling inside him. The memory kept replaying in his mind, and the more it did, the tighter the knot in his stomach became.He was oblivious to the stares he was receiving from the other customers, especially the women—both young and old. Their whispers pierced the air.Eric was a fine man. He was in the modeling industry, and despite rarely shooting himself, he had won several awards, with nearly every entertainment agency wanting to sign him.Women were ready to throw themselves at him, and of course, he took some of them—mostly on full moons to satisfy his rut—but never… never had he had a girlfriend. And despite his aunt’s scoldings, he st