Lahat ng Kabanata ng Deep Inside (Erotica short story collections): Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Lucius had never knotted anyone.Not once in his life.Not in his youth, not during his rise to power, not in the shadowy decades that followed. Even Alphas who ruled bloodied empires found themselves tethered by lust or longing but not him. Not until her. And now, he couldn’t get out of her.Literally.His knot was still locked tight inside Yari, her slick heat wrapped around him, pulsing with aftershocks from the climax he’d ripped from her body. Her sweat soaked his skin, her scent, wild, sweet, broken was on his mouth, in his lungs, laced into his very blood.Lucius had never lost control.Until she’d begged.Until she’d said please, trembling and tear-streaked, heat pouring from her like wildfire, hips writhing in desperate surrender.Now he stood with her pressed against the cold wall of his chamber, her limbs limp but her eyes still dazed, bruised from pleasure and exhaustion. His hands held her thighs up, but she wasn’t struggling. She clung to him, like her body knew what her

...She was still asleep.Ciro watched her from the chair in the corner of her room, naked but for the shadows crawling along his skin. Janine lay on her side, one leg half-tucked, the sheets barely clinging to the curve of her hip. Her lips were slightly parted, soft sounds escaping every now and then fragments of dreams he wanted to invade.His cock throbbed at the memory of how she’d cried his name.He hadn’t meant to come here. Not really. She had stared at him in the market like she saw too much and instead of killing the curiosity, he fed it. Let her stare. Let her want. He was never gentle with anything, not even himself, and certainly not with women who made his blood roar.But this wasn’t just lust. That was the problem.She smelled like crushed oranges and burning myrrh—magic and sweat and something too ancient to name. Her skin had tasted of salt and summer lightning. And when she moaned under him, when she whispered his name like a sin, he’d felt his tether snap.Ciro fl

Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance | Beast x Human | Explicitly SteamyTamlyn Grenoy: A mortal herbalist with a sharp wit and defiant spirit.Ruellan Doff: The cursed Beast King, part man, part wolf-bull hybrid, ruling the ancient wilds in solitude....Tamlyn Grenoy hadn’t meant to trespass.She was just after the fever-root, a stubborn plant that only grew under moonlight in the forbidden part of the Ardelth woods, where the trees curved like ribs around a broken god. She moved quickly, her satchel thumping softly against her hip, hands brushing aside low branches as her boots skidded on moss.And then she heard it.A low, guttural growl that seemed to roll up from the earth itself, like stone grinding against bone.Tamlyn turned.What stood before her was no man. No true beast, either. Towering well over seven feet, he had the broad, muscled chest of a man, but his shoulders were furred and horned. His eyes glowed a low, eerie gold under thick brows, and his lower jaw protruded slightl

Tamlyn didn’t remember falling asleep, only that Ruellan had curled his massive frame around her, shielding her from the cold stone with warmth and breath and the deep, unearthly thrum of his chest. His scent lingered on her skin dark pine, iron, sweat, and sex. She could still feel him between her thighs, the soreness blooming like some dark flower. She ached, and yet...She wanted more.She stirred beneath the furs in the cavern chamber, naked still. Light poured through cracks in the high ceiling, filtered through a veil of green leaves and mist. The forest breathed with them, and Tamlyn felt something humming in her bones, a bond that hadn’t been there before. A pull.Ruellan was not beside her.Instead, he stood a few paces away, bare from the waist up, speaking low in a strange language to the runes carved into the cave wall. His horns caught the light like obsidian, and his back rippled with muscle and scars, some deep and ancient, others fresher, clawed like he'd fought monste

The forest had changed.Where once the trees trembled at the sound of hooves and shadowed beasts, now they bowed low reverent and protective. The wind whispered not just of blood and teeth but of warmth, of bond, of a Queen who burned brighter than any moon.Tamlyn Grenoy once just a mortal herbalist, now Queen of the Wild stood barefoot at the edge of the glade, watching the mist curl over the ferns. Her hair was longer now, heavy and tangled with small braids woven by forest spirits. Her body was fuller, hips curvier, her breasts softer with the touch of time and love.Behind her, she felt his presence before she heard him. Ruellan moved like thunder made flesh. Always quiet, but impossible to ignore.Her Beast King.Her mate.“Should I be worried,” his voice rumbled low as he came up behind her, “that you’re out here looking like that, in nothing but one of my shirts?”She smiled. His shirt hung off her shoulder, far too large, and she wore nothing beneath. The morning air kissed h