All Chapters of Wild Nights With My Lycan Step-brother : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ember's POV I cursed, pleaded, but he only growled and lined himself up. His cock slammed into me in one brutal thrust that stole the breath from my lungs. I screamed, my back arching as he pinned me to the bed like prey. His hips pounded into me, each thrust raw and filthy, the bed creaking, the headboard slamming the wall with every movement.He didn’t give me time to breathe. He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and slammed into me from behind. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back until my throat arched. His teeth sank into my neck, hard enough to make blood run hot down my skin. I sobbed his name, clawing at the sheets, my body breaking under the relentless rhythm.The wood cracked beneath us. The bed gave a loud groan and split, collapsing under the force of his thrusts. He didn’t stop. He dragged me onto the floor, stone biting my knees, and fucked me harder against the cold ground. My body burned, bruises blooming, but the pain only made the pleasure s

Ember's POV Morning light crawled into the packhouse like a curse. My body ached everywhere, raw and sore from the night before, but I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head. His hands, his teeth, the way he used me until I broke and still wasn’t done. I should have hated him. I should have been afraid. Instead, I wanted more. My thighs rubbed together under the table during breakfast, the soreness between them only making the heat worse.Zane sat at Magnus’s right hand, still as stone, his face unreadable. To everyone else he was the Alpha’s perfect weapon, cold and loyal. But when his eyes cut to me across the hall, I felt it. Fire. My chest squeezed, my stomach flipped, and my wolf clawed inside me. He remembered every scream, every bruise. He wanted me again.I barely had time to set my empty cup down before he was moving. He brushed past me with a grip so fast and sharp I almost gasped, his hand clamping around my wrist, dragging me with him before anyone could notice. My heart h

Ember's POV My whole body screamed when I opened my eyes. Every muscle, every bruise, every bite throbbed like fire under my skin. The chains had left angry red marks circling my wrists. My thighs were raw from friction, my chest scraped from broken wood, and still, even through the pain, my pussy clenched at the memory of him knotting inside me. I should have been ruined, too sore to even think about moving. Instead, the first thing I felt was hunger.The room stank of sex and sweat, shattered bottles and blood. My lips were cracked, swollen, my throat still raw from gagging on his cock. And yet when I shifted, I felt the slick mess between my legs and my body shuddered in need. I hated myself for it, but the ache was unbearable.I expected guilt in his eyes. Regret. Maybe even disgust at what he had done. But when I turned my head, he was leaning against the door, arms folded, chest bare, his eyes blazing like a predator who hadn’t finished feeding.“Get up,” he growled, voice low

Ember's POV I woke up wrecked. My body ached in every place he had touched me, every place he had used me. My throat was raw, my lips bruised, my skin marked with teeth and claw. Between my thighs, I still felt him, his seed sliding slow and heavy from me. I tried to move, but every muscle screamed. Still, my body trembled for him.He stood at the door, already dressed, looking like nothing had happened. But his eyes betrayed him. Molten gold, still hungry, still burning. He wasn’t done. His voice was gravel and heat when he growled, “You thought I was finished? Get up. I’m not done claiming you.”My voice was hoarse, broken, but I forced a smirk, lifting my chin even though my legs shook. “Then ruin me until there’s nothing left.”He crossed the space in two strides, his hand fisting in my hair, dragging me to my feet. My knees buckled but he didn’t care. He hauled me across the room and slammed me forward onto the long table, scattering plates and cups. The crash echoed, but I bare

Ember's POV The feast was a storm of laughter and clinking goblets, nobles crowding the long tables, warriors bragging about battles and scars. I stood at Zane’s side, head bowed, dressed in the plain black of a servant. To anyone watching I was nothing more than his obedient maid, silent and unimportant, carrying trays, pouring wine, pretending my body wasn’t still sore from everything he had done to me. But under the table, hidden from every single pair of eyes, his hand slid between my thighs. My breath caught sharp in my throat as his fingers teased at the edge of my skirts, pushing higher, spreading heat where no one was supposed to see. I kept my gaze lowered, tried to hold steady, but my body betrayed me with a tremor I couldn’t hide.He leaned close, his lips brushing my ear as though whispering an order for more wine. “Stay still,” he murmured, his tone dark and taunting. “They’ll see how weak you are if you twitch.” His fingers stroked slow and deliberate, circling, dipping