All Chapters of The Den of Desires (Erotica Short Stories): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SERA“Fuck,” I choked out, my mouth falling open as he filled me to the hilt and stayed there.His arms caged me in, forearms braced on either side of my head, his chest hovering just above mine. He didn’t move. Not at first. He just looked at me, eyes dark and feral, like he was savoring the moment I unraveled underneath him.“Feel that?” he whispered hoarsely. “How fucking tight you get for me? How perfect you are around my cock?”“Knox…” I whimpered, clutching at his biceps. He pulled out almost all the way, painfully slow, then pushed back in just as slowly, grinding his hips against mine at the end, dragging a strangled moan from deep inside my throat.He was torturing me.He’d never taken me this slow before.Never been this precise.This devastating.Every inch of his thrust was a calculated burn, every drag a taunt, every snap of his hips a quiet, punishing worship.“Oh my God…” I gasped, legs locking around his waist, trying to pull him deeper, harder.But he didn’t let me

SERAI was gone.Gone to the heat, to the hands and mouth, and whispered filth between two men who knew exactly how to break me apart.Jared leaned in first, kissing me with a heat that melted through my bones. His lips were slow and steady, but his hand wasn’t. It slid up my side, under my breast, thumb grazing the underside like he owned it.Knox’s mouth was at my neck, but there was no gentleness there. He bit, sucked, and marked. Each drag of his teeth drew a sound from my throat I couldn’t control.Where Jared melted me, Knox branded me.I arched into them and moaned, shivering as their hands roamed, one palming my breast with an unholy grip while the other dragged his knuckles down between my thighs.“You feel what you do to us?” Knox murmured, dragging his palm down to my hip, then back up to cup my breast. His thumb brushed the tip, and I gasped.“She’s so responsive,” Jared whispered against my skin. “Like she was made for this.”My head fell back when their mouths met at my

Blurb.“I hate you so much. I want to choke you to death and kill you.” He growled, pounding into me. I moaned. Hard. “I just can't stop fucking you. Damnit, Camilla.” ~Beta Camilla Dowling has always hated her Alpha, Rhysand Cullen ever since he treated her like shit when they were little. She was so sure that she wouldn't have to put up with him anymore. But when Camilla lost her dad, she had to step up as the next Beta and work with her dangerously attractive Alpha who turned her on as much as he drove her crazy. Will this sexual tension between them become something more? Will Camilla allow herself to be ravaged by her Alpha?CHAPTER ONE: BACK TO HELLCAMILLAWould it be cowardice to turn back? To return to where it was safe and easy? Would it? To leave my father’s memory in his last moments to become my anchor, a soothing balm for the ache blossoming in my heart, every second I spent back here? Would it? Yes. Yes, it would. It was so easy, so simple, because

CAMILLA I was already halfway down the corridor by the time the adrenaline evened out.Of course he sent a guard to tell me to meet him at the council chambers. Of course he couldn’t come himself.Arrogant prick.Rhysand never gave anyone a moment to breathe. Not even me, not the Beta he practically dragged back into the fold. Especially not me.My boots hit the polished stone floor with sharp, echoing clicks, each step harder than the last. I wasn’t rushing, but I wasn’t strolling either. The kind of walk that dared someone to stop me.The halls were too quiet, too polished like everything in this damned place was built to control.I adjusted the blazer on my shoulders. The council chamber was just ahead, and my irritation heightened. I hated that he still had this effect on me.The heat crawling up the back of my neck. The simmering pulse between my legs that had no business being there. All from a summon.From him.I inhaled, slow and sharp.I was Beta now. Not his pawn, and defin

CAMILLA I twirled the last bit of wine in my glass, leaning back against the bar and letting my eyes scan the crowd. The room was buzzing with polished smiles and forced conversations, exactly the kind of gathering I usually enjoyed. But tonight, I felt… out of place.Hayden had been by my side earlier, keeping me company with his usual charm and snide commentary. That had lasted all of twenty minutes before he spotted the Omega prince from the southern provinces, the one he’d been very not-so-subtly sneaking around with. The second their eyes met, he gave me a sheepish grin and muttered a rushed, “You understand, right?”And of course, I did. Hayden deserved a little reckless joy.But now I was alone, and I hated the way my mind kept circling back to him… to Rhysand.Another sip of wine. Cool. Useless. It did nothing to drown the memory of his voice, low, rough, and made to be whispered in dark places. The way he’d looked at me like he wanted to ruin me.My skin still tingled, l