Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection): Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

The forest did not sleep on full moon nights.It breathed. It watched. It waited.Tamsin ran with the wind in her lungs and the taste of pine on her tongue. Her wolf lived just under her skin, restless, pressing, begging to take over. But she stayed human for the hunt. The elders had asked for meat, and the little ones back home needed the bones for broth. Their pack was small and nearly broken. Every step counted.She knelt near the stream and touched the damp earth. Fresh prints. Heavy. Wrong shape for deer. Wrong pattern for boar. The realization slid cold through her.Enemy wolves had crossed here.Tamsin rose, listening hard. The trees held their breath. Far off, an owl called and cut the dark. She should have turned back. She told herself to turn back. Instead she crept downstream, quiet as a shadow, until the smell found her.Smoke. Male. Power.A hand closed around her wrist. Another caught her shoulder. She twisted, fast and furious, but the net came from above with the whisp

The moon sat high and heavy above the pines when Tamsin reached the main den hall. Wolves milled in the shadows, their voices low, their eyes flicking toward her mark and then away. No one blocked her path, but their presence pressed against her like a weight she could feel in her bones.Theron stood near the fire pit, bare-armed now, the muscle in his shoulders catching the firelight. Maddoc lounged on a carved bench as if the whole hall existed to keep him comfortable. Vale leaned against the far pillar, silver hair shining like frost under the moon’s glow from the skylight.“You came,” Theron said, his voice steady but deep enough to make her skin prickle.“You told me to,” she replied.“No,” Vale said, stepping closer. “We called you. The mark answered.”Tamsin’s pulse betrayed her by quickening. She forced her voice calm. “And if I ignored it?”Maddoc’s smile curved, slow and knowing. “It would have pulled harder. And you would have hated how much you wanted to give in.”Theron g

The rain started before she left the apartment, warm and heavy, drenching the city in a feverish haze. Ava did not take an umbrella. The water clung to her hair and slid beneath her collar. Her phone was in her hand the entire time, the single text glowing on the screen. Room 914. Bring nothing but yourself.Lucien had sent it without a greeting. No explanation, no time for her to think. The message had come at ten thirty on a Thursday night, when she had been sitting barefoot in her living room with a glass of wine. For two weeks she had thought of him only in flashes. The night at the gallery, the way his gaze had cut through the crowd until it landed on her. The slight curl of his mouth that had felt like a private invitation. They had spoken for less than five minutes, yet she had gone home replaying his voice until she could barely sleep.Now she was in the elevator of the Grand Lillian Hotel, the polished steel walls reflecting her from every side. She had chosen a black slip dr

He came back to her. He stood over her, and the pulse in her throat went wild. He did not touch her yet. He let the anticipation climb up her spine like heat climbing a chimney. When he finally bent, she could smell rain on his skin. His palm found the back of her neck. He held it there and waited. She let a sound out that was almost a plea, almost a curse. He answered with a low hum that vibrated through his chest.“Look at yourself,” he said.She looked. The woman in the glass had parted lips and eyes that did not know how to lie. He did not cover her with praise. He did not name her beauty. He named only what he wanted.“Stay still,” he said.He guided her through a slow, relentless study. He told her where to place her knees. He told her how to angle her shoulders. He told her where to rest her eyes. The instructions were spare and clear. When she moved as he asked, he rewarded her with touch. The touch was not frantic. It was precise. It tunneled straight into her and left her sh

He did. He set a rhythm that was sure and relentless, hips hitting the counter with a soft, dangerous thud. I met him, matched him, took him. The world narrowed to the glide and pull, the bite of marble under my skin, the way his eyes found mine and held. He bent to kiss me and I tasted rain and beer and a tremor of restraint. He was right on the edge of letting go.“Tell me what you want,” he said.“I want you to lose it.”That did something to him. He gripped my hips and drove deeper, the angle changing, the sensation going from thick heat to something sharp and incandescent. The sound I made was not polite. He caught it with his mouth and swallowed it like fuel. I came again, fast, faster than I meant to, a rough stuttering release that tore through me. He watched my face as it took me, and whatever he saw snapped his control. He buried himself to the hilt and spilled into the condom with a low, wrecked sound that made my name feel like a secret.We stayed like that, bodies locked,