บททั้งหมดของ Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 115

Cade PovCade was drowning in heat.Not the fever kind not yet.This was the good kind. The kind that made of Noah’s moans and snow melting on hot skin.He was back in the forest, right after he’d sucked Noah’s brains out against the tree. Noah’s legs were still shaking, cum dripping down his thighs.Cade spun him around, shoved him face-first into the snow, yanked his hips up.“Look at you,” Cade growled, voice rough. “Still open from last night. Still dripping for me.”Noah whined, pushing back. “Stop talking and fuck me.”Cade didn’t need to be told twice.One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt.Noah screamed into the snow, fingers clawing at it.Cade set a brutal pace, hips snapping, balls slapping against Noah’s ass with every stroke.Snow flew around them.Every time Cade pulled out, Noah’s hole clenched like it was trying to keep him inside.“Greedy little thing,” Cade rasped, leaning over him, chest to back. “You want my cock again?”“Yes, yes, fuck—” Noah sobbed. “Give

“Alpha, we’re home.”Silas didn’t answer right away.His arms were full of Noah (still unconscious, wrapped in Silas’s coat, head lolling against his bare chest).The kid weighed nothing, but the last six hours of carrying him through snow and ice had still burned Silas’s shoulders like fire.He stepped into the hidden camp and the whole pack went quiet.Torches flickered.Snow hissed on hot metal braziers.Every wolf stared at their scarred, shirtless Alpha carrying a naked, passed-out Whitlock omega like he was something precious.Silas’s second-in-command, Viktor (his beta, the one who’d been glued to his side for twelve years), stepped forward.“You carried him the whole way?” Viktor asked, voice tight.Silas didn’t look at him. “He collapsed. I wasn’t leaving him in the snow.”Viktor’s jaw flexed. “I could’ve taken a turn.”Silas finally met his eyes. “I said I had him.”Silence.Then Silas nodded toward the holding cabins. “Lock him up. Silver cuffs, soft ones. Blankets. Water.

“Shit—fuck—my legs—!”Cade hissed through clenched teeth as he swung his legs off the bed, the splints creaking like old wood. The pain shot up his spine like lightning, hot and sharp, making his vision blur for a second. He grabbed the nightstand to steady himself, knocking over a glass of water that shattered on the hardwood floor.The room reeked of dried blood and antiseptic. The pine walls made it worse, like winter was mocking him. His sheets were damp with sweat, sticking to his skin. He’d refused to let anyone change them for two days.He hadn’t let anyone in at all.Not his grandmother, crying outside the door.Not Aunt Denise, begging him to eat.Not the doctor, who’d yelled through the keyhole that the fever was getting worse.Cade didn’t care.All he could think about was Noah.Noah’s screams echoing in the trees.Noah’s blue eyes wide with terror as they dragged him away.Noah’s body going limp in Silas’s arms.His wolf was pacing inside him, growling low, but weak from