Semua Bab Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire : Bab 91 - Bab 100

As moments passed, Khaled pulled out of me furiously. He slammed me down onto the mattress so hard the frame groaned. His weight pinned me, his hand already fisting my hair, forcing my head back so I had no choice but to bare my throat to him.“You think you can go to him, Heron?” His voice was pure gravel, low and dangerous. “I’ll ruin you before I ever let you go.”My chest heaved, words catching in my throat, but then heat pressed against my back, fingers sliding down my arms, lips dragging over my neck. The god. His laugh slid into my ear, cold and burning at the same time.“You’re mine too, little mortal,” he whispered. “And tonight, Khaled learns what it means to share.”Khaled’s snarl shook through me as he shoved my thighs open and thrust inside me in one brutal stroke. I cried out, fists twisting in the sheets, the stretch sharp and merciless. My body clenched around him, too raw, too much, but he didn’t slow, he never did.“Look

The guild doors creaked open and the noise inside hit me like the forge at full blast. Tankards slamming, boots dragging, voices barking. Adventurers all lined up, some proud in polished armor, some smelling worse than the stables. I stepped in, sword strapped across my back, the one I had spent weeks pounding, shaping, polishing until my arms shook. My sword. My first true piece I claimed as mine.Eyes followed me when I walked up to the counter. Probably because I still had that smith’s build, broad shoulders from swinging hammers, not swords. Sweat lines on my shirt, the smell of coal still hanging on me. The receptionist, a brunette with freckles and tits pressed up tight in her vest, looked me over slow. Her lips curved before she even said a word.“Name?” she asked, voice sweet.“Zenthos.” My throat was dry.“You’re here to register as an adventurer?” She had a faint smile, pen tapping against parchmen

The guild posted board was loud with scribbles and adventurers barking at one another about rewards, but my eyes locked on the lower-rank jobs. Goblins. Pathetic things. Barely counted as monsters. That’s about the level they’d trust a fresh recruit like me with.Fine. I wasn’t here to play hero anyway.I was here for the dungeon. The ores. The kind of veins that don’t show up near the surface, the ones buried under layers of filth and blood. Goblins just happened to be standing in the way.I had my blade with me, the same one I spent nights forging, hammering, grinding, stroking into perfection. Still smelled faintly of steel and sweat. My sweat. My hands wouldn’t stop brushing the hilt. It was like walking beside a lover, trying not to reach for them every second.The woods were quiet when I found the pack. Four goblins, dragging some half-rotted carcass, laughing like idiots. Ugly things. My heart didn’t race at the danger.

He was still feeding. I could feel it, every thrust, every ragged pull from me wasn’t just lust, it was hunger. Lachlan wasn’t fucking me for pleasure, he was draining me to keep his body whole, keeping himself alive by tearing me down.And fuck if it didn’t make me shake apart.My vision blurred, drool on my lips, my body wrung out like a wet rag, but my head still screamed mine, mine, mine.He thought he was some legend feeding on a commoner. Thought I’d just break and take it, be a sheath till he was satisfied.“Fuck you,” I spat, voice wrecked, hips still slamming against him, but the fire sparking back in my chest. “I ain’t nobody’s hole to use. You hear me?!”He grinned at me, cruel as a god. “You already are.”That laugh, that bastard laugh, snapped something in me.I shoved against him, twisted, clawed, bit, I didn’t care. The armor cut my hands open but I kept going until I flipped us, driving him down hard agai

The fight was clean. Too clean. Two bloodhounds down, their bodies steaming in the grass.I crouched to work, pulling a dagger from my belt and sawing at the jaw of the nearest one. Fangs gleamed under the gore, perfect for my next batch of shurikens.The sword at my side buzzed, irritation sharp as a hornet.Lachlan: “You’re using me to fetch dog teeth. Is that all I am to you?”I grunted, snapping a fang loose. “Relax. You’ll still be the star piece. This is side money. You don’t expect me to starve while swinging you around, do you?”Lachlan: “Side money.” The voice dripped venom. “I cut clean throats and you play butcher on corpses. Disgusting.”“Forging’s messy. Get used to it.” I shoved another tooth into the pouch.That’s when the blade burned. Not heat, something deeper, a hunger crawling from hilt into my palm. My muscles locked.Zenthos: “The hell-?!”Lachlan: “You think you’re the one using m