All Chapters of WHY CHOOSE?: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I made it back to the bedroom somehow, my legs shaking, my body aching. I needed to bathe again, needed to wash away the evidence of what Magnus had done. But when I opened the door, I found someone already there. Cassian stood by the window, a tray of food in his hands. We stared at each other for a long moment. I was naked except for the torn robe barely clinging to my shoulders. Covered in marks and bruises and cum. A complete mess. "You didn't eat breakfast," Cassian said finally, his voice gruff. "I... I wasn't hungry." "You need to eat." He set the tray down on the bedside table, not looking at me. "Can't have you fainting from hunger." There was something almost tender in his tone, buried beneath the roughness. I moved toward the bed slowly, every muscle protesting. Cassian's eyes tracked my movement, taking in the fresh hickeys on my neck, the handprint on my ass, the way I was limping. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking there. "Magnus?" he asked. I nodded, fe

This felt like Daemon. That calculated torture, that patient cruelty. And then a cock pressed against my lips again. But this one felt different. Thicker maybe? Or was I imagining it? I opened my mouth and took him in, trying to pay attention to every detail. The taste, the size, the way he moved. Whoever it was groaned as I sucked him, my tongue swirling around his length. His hands tangled in my hair, but there was none of that gentleness from before. Just rough possession, using my mouth for his pleasure. Not Cassian then. One of the others. The tongue on my pussy finally—finally—made contact with my clit. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, my hips bucking forward involuntarily. The tongue circled my clit with the same methodical precision it had used on my folds, building pleasure slowly, torturously. The hands on my breasts squeezed harder, fingers pinching my nipples until tears pricked behind the blindfold. Pain and pleasure mixed until I couldn't distinguish betwee

Chapter 16 Cassian's eyes widened slightly. "Your mother?" "She died when I was young. My family—my stepfamily—they stopped letting me visit her grave after a while. Said I didn't deserve to mourn her." The words hurt to say, opening old wounds I'd tried to keep buried. "I just... I need to see her. To tell her I'm sorry I haven't been there. To let her know I survived." Something shifted in Cassian's expression. The hardness melted away, replaced by something gentler. "Of course. I'll take you." "Really?" "Really." He brushed his thumb across my cheek, and I realized I was crying. "Tomorrow. I'll take you myself." The relief was overwhelming. I sagged forward, and Cassian caught me, pulling me against his chest. His arms came around me, holding me carefully, like I was something precious that might break. "Thank you," I whispered against his chest. "Don't thank me yet," he murmured into my hair. "My brothers aren't going to be happy about this." As if summoning them

CASSIAN But I wanted her closer. I leaned forward, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her up against my chest. My other hand came up to cup her breast, kneading the soft flesh while I fucked her from behind. "Oh..." She tilted her head back against my shoulder, giving me access to her neck. I kissed the claiming marks there, my brothers' marks and mine. Then I bit down gently on the junction of her neck and shoulder, making her whimper. "Fuck, mate. You feel so good," I growled against her skin. "So tight around my cock." My hand slid down from her breast to between her legs, finding her clit. I circled it in time with my thrusts, feeling her tighten around me. "Oh fuck... I'm gonna... I can't..." "Yes, you can." I thrust harder, my fingers moving faster on her clit. "Come on my cock. Let me feel it." Her second orgasm hit without warning. She screamed, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I almost came right then. But I held back, fucking her through it,

EMERALD; That was it. No dates, no flowery epitaph. Just those three words that somehow felt both too much and not enough. I sank to my knees in the grass, not caring about the damp seeping through my dress. Tears blurred my vision as I reached out to touch the cold stone. "Hi, Mama," I whispered, as low as I could. "I'm sorry it's been so long. They... they wouldn't let me come anymore. Said I didn't deserve to mourn you." This was how I always speak to her when I was still allowed to visit her. Even dead, I always felt like she was still a part of me, like she was right here with me in the flesh, and I spoke to her like she could hear me. I knew she could though. I believed she'd always heard me. Behind me, I heard Magnus shift uncomfortably, but he didn't say anything. "I'm married now," I continued, my voice breaking. I could feel the lump in my throat. This wasn't exactly the kind of news I'd wished to tell her, but she was my only confidant, and I didn't know if I'd h