DEVEREUX'S SHARED OBSESSION 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

CALEB'S POVThe leopard's hand slides off my back, and before I can draw a full breath, he grips my hip and hauls me sideways into his lap.My spine meets the hard wall of his chest, his thighs bracketing mine, and I'm spooned against him like something claimed.The sweat between us turns slick, frictionless. His cock... still half-hard, still wet with me, presses against the small of my back, and I shiver at the contact, the oversensitivity making my skin prickle like nerve endings stripped raw."We're not done yet," he murmured. Then his hand wraps around my cock.My hips jerk forward on their own, a broken sound catching in my wrecked throat. He's slow about it... deliberate, measured, his grip just tight enough to make my vision swim.Each stroke drags from root to tip with a laziness that borders on cruelty, his thumb swiping through the remnants of the cum on every upstroke.I'm still so sensitive from coming without permission that every pass of his palm sends white-hot sparks

LYSANDER'S POVThe morning sun cut harshly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the grand estate dining room, casting long, sharp shadows across the polished mahogany table. I swirled the dark, bitter coffee in my porcelain cup, barely tasting it.Across the table sat Victoria, our father’s glowing, overly fake fiancée, chattering endlessly about media publicity stunt. And right beside her, nursing a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice with all the practiced innocence of a choir boy, sat Caleb.He looked pristine. Too pristine.His hair was neatly parted, falling softly over his forehead, and he wore a high-collared white sweater that completely masked the bruises and teeth marks Evander and I had so thoroughly painted across his collarbones.But I could see the rigid, microscopic tension in his shoulders. I could smell the faint, sharp spike of his citrus-and-panic pheromones fighting against his desperate attempt to mask them.He was trying so painfully hard to act like nothin

CALEB'S POVThe bell above the café door chimed, a bright, cheerful sound that felt completely disconnected from the suffocating dread still clinging to my skin. I pushed past the glass, stepping into the warm, comforting scent of roasted coffee beans and baked pastry.Behind the counter, Louie was up to his elbows in a rush, shouting orders at the kitchen while furiously wiping down the espresso machine. He looked frantic, his apron stained with coffee rings, completely in his element."I'll be with you in a sec..!" Louie hollered without looking up. "Take a seat anywhere!""You always look a mess when you're busy, Lou," I said, my voice tight as I leaned against the counter.Louie’s head snapped up. The moment his eyes locked onto mine, the wet rag slipped from his hand, hitting the stainless-steel counter with a loud smack. He didn't even care. He bolted around the partition, charging straight at me like a linebacker, and threw his arms around my neck, crashing his weight into my c

CALEB'S POVThe glass doors of the precinct had barely stopped vibrating when the heavy, suffocating weight of my own stupidity came crashing down on my chest."Damn it! What have I done?"The question echoed in the empty chambers of my mind, loud and brutal.I stood frozen on that sterile linoleum floor, the lingering scent of disinfectant and stale coffee turning my stomach.Louie was gone. The only person in this godforsaken world who had stayed when my mother’s casket lowered into the frozen earth. The only one who sat with me in that suffocating, pitch-black apartment for three agonizing days after my father’s heart gave out, forcing water down my throat when I had completely given up on breathing.And how did I repay him? By letting a paranoid delusion.... spit from the venomous mouth of a caged monster, poison the only pure thing I had left. Kale wanted to break me, and in the end, I had used his weapon to destroy myself.I spent the entire afternoon pacing the cracked sidewalk

CALEB'S POVMy lungs screamed for oxygen, but the Devereux brothers didn’t care about trivial things like breathing. They cared about consumption.Evander’s mouth devoured the left corner of my lip with rough, bruising urgency, while Lysander practically swallowed my breath whole, his teeth grazing my lower lip until I tasted the sharp, metallic tang of my own blood.My hands came up instinctively, fists balled against their heavy, muscular chests, but I might as well have been pushing against granite monuments."Open for us, little alpha or should I say little fox," Lysander growled against my mouth, the command vibrating through his vocal cords and striking a raw, humiliating chord deep in my lower belly."No...mmf...ghh!" I tried to wrench my head back, but Evander’s iron grip locked onto my jawline, tilting my face at an impossible, submissive angle."Don't fight it," Evander hissed, his breath hot and heavy against my skin, reeking of cedar and absolute territorial fury. "You wan