Semua Bab LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : Bab 131 - Bab 140

LEXI "Yes—god—yes—" He worked me with his fingers, thumb circling my clit in exactly the right rhythm. Below us, music continued to play. People continued to laugh and talk, completely unaware of what was happening three floors above them. "I'm close," I gasped. "Not yet." He pulled his fingers out, and I heard the sound of his belt, his zipper. Then he was positioning himself at my entrance. "Last chance to stop," he said. "Don't you dare." He pushed inside in one hard thrust. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. He was thicker than usual—no, wait. Different angle. "Condom?" I managed. "Fuck—do you want me to—" "No. Don't stop." He kissed me hard to swallow my moans as he started moving. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, designed to make me feel every inch of him. This wasn't the slow build we'd had in the truck. This was desperate. Possessive. Claiming. "Mine," I gasped against his mouth. "What?" "You're mine. Say it." His pace increased. "Yours." "Say it

We pushed deeper into the crowd, trying to find a spot where we could breathe. Maya was already moving to the music, hips swaying, completely at ease. I tried to relax. Tried to let the music move through me instead of fighting it. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces. Saw plenty of academy students—people from my classes, training partners, random faces I'd seen around campus. No one was paying attention to me specifically. *You're being paranoid.* "I'm going to find the bathroom!" Maya shouted. "Be right back!" "Wait—" I reached for her but she was already gone, swallowed by the crowd. Shit. I stood there alone, clutching my drink, feeling suddenly exposed. *This is fine. You're fine. Just a normal college student at a normal party.* "Lexi!" I turned. Marcus was pushing through the crowd toward me, two other guys from Combat Training behind him. Tyler and... something starting with J. Jason? Justin? "H

The three guys froze. "Get. Away. From. Her." His voice didn't sound human. Didn't sound civilized. The one filming dropped his phone. "Professor Cross—we were just—" "She's drugged." Each word came out precise. Deadly. "I can smell it on her." Marcus—because of course it was Marcus, the cocky bastard who always pushed boundaries in training—tried to smile. Tried to play it off. "Hey, no, she's just drunk. We were helping—" "Helping." Damon took one step forward. All three of them scrambled backward. "That's what you call this. Helping." "We didn't—" Tyler started. "You have three seconds to get out of my sight." His hands were shaking. Not from fear. From the effort of not shifting. Not tearing them apart with claws and teeth. "Before I forget I'm not supposed to kill students." "You can't prove—" Marcus tried. "One." "This is—" "Two." They ran. Literally stumbled over each other trying to get to the door. Tyler fell, picked himself up, kept going. Damon slammed what r

"Nice, aren't they? I've been watching your place since I sent you that text last night. Waited all night for her to leave. Got some great shots." I grabbed her wrist, squeezing hard enough to make her wince. "You put her in danger just for this? Just to get fucking photos?" "I needed proof." She yanked her wrist free. "I needed something that would force you to make a choice. And it worked, didn't it? You came running. Played the hero. Took her back to your apartment instead of campus medical. Why would you do that, Professor Cross? Why would an innocent faculty advisor take a drugged student to his private residence?" Because I couldn't let anyone else see her like that. Couldn't let anyone else touch her. Because the thought of leaving her in some sterile medical facility while they ran tests made my wolf howl. Because she was mine to protect. But I couldn't say any of that. "I was concerned about her wellbeing—" "Bullshit." Cara stepped closer. "You're fucking her. Have bee

DAMON The fluorescent lights in the emergency room were too bright. Harsh white that made everything look washed out, sterile, wrong. I sat in a plastic chair that was bolted to the floor, elbows on my knees, head in my hands. The smell of antiseptic burned my nostrils. Somewhere down the hall, machines beeped. A baby cried. Phones rang at the nurses' station. Normal hospital sounds. Except nothing about this was normal. Maya sat beside me, quiet now after exhausting herself with tears. Her leg bounced constantly, nervous energy with nowhere to go. We'd been here two hours. Two hours of waiting while they pumped Lexi's stomach. While they ran tests. While doctors disappeared behind curtains and spoke in low voices that I couldn't quite hear. Two hours of my wolf clawing at my insides, demanding I get to her, protect her, make sure she was breathing. Two hours of knowing this was my fault. Finally, a doctor emerged. Young guy, couldn't be more than thirty, wearing scrubs decor