All Chapters of Theirs To Possess And Ruin: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Vivienne’s POVThe limo was too big, too dark, and too quiet at first and then it wasn’t.We were already moving, tires eating up the mountain road, Blackwood territory shrinking in the rear tinted windows like a dream I was being ripped out of.The partition was up. The driver was a ghost. Just us five in the back, me in the center of the long bench seat, boxed in on both sides, Kane a furnace to my left, Asher and Ryker crowding in on the right, shoulders and thighs pressed in close, their heat high. Dante sitting opposite in the single seat, legs sprawled, hands clasped in front of his mouth like a judge about to pass sentence.“Why did you allow him to kiss you?” Dante’s voice was dark.Asher’s gaze was all fire, Kane’s jaw tight enough to break bone, Ryker’s eyes sharp and black and shining with something violent. They were a pack of wolves in suits, and I was the deer they’d decided to tear to pieces but this deer had teeth.“Oh, for the love of the goddess,” I groaned, throwing

VIVIENNE I stared at the outstretched hand in front of me, Kane’s, thick with veins and calluses, steady and waiting like he thought I was going to take it like some damsel who needed rescuing and slapped it away so hard the sound cracked through the night air.“Don’t touch me,” I snarled, voice still raw from screaming his name in the backseat less than an hour ago.I swung my legs out of the limo myself, bare thighs brushing cold leather one last time before my boots hit the gravel. The moment my weight settled, my knees buckled hard. The world tilted violently, body screaming, thighs trembling from overuse and aftershocks, head spinning from too much rage, too much pleasure, and too much everything.Strong arms caught me before I hit the ground.Not Kane’s but Asher’s.He scooped me up like I weighed nothing, one arm under my knees, the other banded across my back, pulling me flush against his chest. His scent hit me like a drug, cedar, gunmetal, and that dark, addictive edge of v

Vivienne’s POV“No, not sleeping in my room girls, get out,” I said, waving the twins toward the door with one hand while the other tugged the silk tie of my robe tighter around my waist. “I’m not that accommodating yet. Out, I say.”Maya and Mara froze mid-step, both turning those massive, glistening puppy eyes on me at the same time like synchronized weapons of mass manipulation.“But Viv…” Maya started, lower lip trembling just enough to be theatrical.“…pretty please?” Mara finished, clasping her hands under her chin, head tilted, lashes fluttering like they’d practiced this in a mirror. “Just one night? We promise we won’t talk too much. Or steal the blankets. Or ask a million questions about why you kissed Atlas or why Kane looked like he wanted to murder him or...”“Out.”I pointed at the door again, firmer this time, trying to channel the same cold authority I used to use on lieutenants who thought they could question my orders.It didn’t work.Maya pouted harder. “We brought

Vivienne’s POVI kissed him back fiercely, furious, and needy, biting his lip until I tasted blood, sucking his tongue like I could drink him down, grinding down on his thigh like I could come from friction alone.My hips rolled shamelessly, slick heat soaking through the thin lace of my panties, smearing across his jeans with every desperate drag. I moaned into his mouth loud, broken and, shameless and he swallowed every sound, growled low in his throat, hands clamping down on my hips to guide me harder, faster, forcing me to ride his thigh like it was the only thing keeping me sane.His thigh wedged higher between my legs, pressing up against my soaked core with relentless pressure, the rough denim scraping over my clit through the lace every time I ground down. I cried out high, and a desperate head falling back against the stone as sparks shot through my nerves.“Fuck… Red…” he growled against my mouth, voice wrecked and raw. “You’re dripping all over me. You’re fucking soaked.”

Kane’s POVImmediately I stepped out of the car, her scent hit me like a fist to the chest, it was thick, sweet, molten, and so fucking strong it nearly knocked me to my knees.“Red…” I mumbled, voice rough and wrecked, eyes snapping up to the others.Dante froze mid-step, nostrils flaring, pupils blowing wide in an instant. Ryker’s head jerked up, grin vanishing, replaced by something feral and dangerous as he inhaled deeply.Vivienne’s scent.And it was strong.It was not a trace or a whisper. It was a full-on assault, raw, desperate, dripping with heat and need and that unmistakable edge of a wolf in full-blown estrus.“Damn it!” I cussed, already moving, boots pounding gravel as I followed the scent like a bloodhound on a fresh trail. My heart slammed against my ribs, fear, rage, protectiveness, lust...all crashing together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Praying she was safe. Praying no unmated male had caught this scent before we did. Because