All Chapters of Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 5I couldn’t stop crying. The sobs welled up from my stomach, raw and heavy, and I buried my face in Aiden’s shirt,They were here this time this wasn’t a dream. His arms closed round me, impossibly warm against the cold feeling inside my chest. Each inhale felt terrible.Behind me, Lucian’s breath ghosted along my neck “I understand, baby,” he whispered, brushing my hair aside. “But you know he’s a wild thing. One day that wolf will lose control and tear you to pieces.” He was trying to make Aiden mad it was obvious with that smirk on his faceAiden growled eying lucian. “Shut your mouth, bloodsucker,” he snarled, fingers tightening around my waist. “You’re the one who has to fight the urge to drain her every time you come near her.”I shook my head I didn't want this right now. I wedged a palm against each of them. “Enough,” I croaked, “No fighting. Not tonight.” On the edge of my bed, I hugged them tightly like a three-way embrace, I inhaled slowly, steadying my voice. “I

Chapter 1I almost talked myself out of going.His address sat glowing on my phone screen like a warning, or a dare. The house itself didn’t help, one of those tall, glass-fronted places in the rich part of town. It was the kind of place where celebrities and people in politics lived. For a second, I stood there on the front step with my backpack slung over one shoulder and thought, What am I doing tutoring someone who could buy my entire neighbourhood with his gym-bag change?But the door swung open before I could escape.“Melissa?” Jordan leaned against the doorway like he’d been posing there all morning. He wore a Grey T-shirt. Sweatpants, and he was barefoot. He looked Casual in the way only someone who’d never worried about money a day in his life could be.“Yes. Hi.” I tightened my grip on my backpack. “I’m here for your session.”He stepped aside, and I walked in. His house smelled faintly of cedar and something warm, like fresh laundry. The entryway alone was bigger than my e

Chapter 3His free hand snaked around me, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight, demanding circles. “Come for me,” he ordered, his voice a dark. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock.”The command sent me over the edge. My body convulsed, my walls clenching around him as pleasure ripped through me, white-hot and relentless. I screamed his name, my fingers clawing at his thighs, my body shuddering with the force of my release.He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down. His thrusts remained brutal, his cock pounding into me as l rode out my orgasm, my breath coming in ragged gasps.“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice tight. “You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.”Then, without warning, he pulled out, his cock glistening with my wetness. He spun me around, pressing my back against the edge of the tub.“On your knees,” he commanded.l sank into the water, the bubbles lapping at my chest, my breasts floating on the surface. I looked up at him, my lips parted, my eyes dark.“Suck my cock,” he o

Chapter 5I freeze as Ava brings her thumb to her own mouth, her tongue darting out to taste. Her eyes darken. “And you’ve got cum on your lips, you slut.”I groan, my face burning as I wipe at my mouth with the back of my hand. “Oh my god, shut up, Ava!”Ava grabs my wrist, pulling me into a quick hug. “Relax, I’m not judging. I’m impressed.” She leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Does he fuck as good as he looks?”Before I can answer, a familiar hand clamps around my wrist. Jordan yanks me back against his chest, his other hand sliding possessively over my stomach. His voice is a low growl in my ear, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. “I fucking passed.”Ava’s eyebrows shoot up, her grin widening. “Well, well. Congratulations, teacher’s pet.”Jordan ignores her, his grip on me tightening as he pulls me toward an empty classroom down the hall. The door swings shut behind us with a final click, the sound echoing in the silence. I barely have time to proc

Chapter 7Ava leads the way, her hips swaying with confidence. I follow, my skirt still hiked up from the out last railing, my thighs still l sticky with my juices. Jordan walks behind us, his cock already half-hard again; it’s probably the memory of my tight cunt and Ava’s commands fueling his hunger. The principal’s office is straight ahead, its heavy oak door closed with the golden nameplate gleaming (Principal Whitmore). I smile, oh, this will be fun.Ava doesn’t knock. She turns the handle, pushing the door open slowly. The office is empty, the large mahogany desk in the middle of the space, the table empty except for a single framed photo of the principal and his wife. My breath hitches as Ava shuts the door behind us, Jordan exhales sharply, his fingers twitching at his sides, his cock straining against his zipper.“Fuck,” I whisper, my back pressing against the door as Ava steps closer, her fingers trailing up my thigh. “We’re really doing this here?”Ava’s lips curl into a