Semua Bab YES! DADDIES: AN EROTIC COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES: Bab 41 - Bab 50

NAYANA. One week in, and I was already addicted.Dimitri fed from me every night, sometimes twice. Each time was more intense than the last—his hands on my body, his mouth on my throat, my blood on his tongue while I came apart beneath him. He made me come every single time, coaxing orgasms from me with skilled fingers or his mouth between my legs while he drank from my inner thigh.That had been a revelation. Dimitri biting my thigh, his tongue against me, drinking my blood while he ate me out. I’d come so hard I’d nearly blacked out.But he never fucked me. Never took it beyond orgasms and feeding. And it was driving me insane.“You’re restless tonight,” Dimitri observed. We were in his library, me curled up on the couch with a book I wasn’t reading, him at his desk working on something I didn’t understand.“I’m fine.”“Liar.” He set down his pen, those silver eyes pinning me in place. “I can hear your heartbeat. Smell your arousal. You’ve been wet all evening, haven’t you?”M

OLIVIA. I’ve known Talin and Douglas since college. Ten years of friendship, countless inside jokes, that comfortable intimacy that comes from knowing someone through hangovers, breakups, career changes, and every messy moment in between.We were having our monthly game night… pizza, beer, and increasingly ridiculous truth or dare. It was tradition at this point, something we’d been doing since our early twenties. Now we were all almost thirty, supposedly mature adults, but give us enough alcohol and we regressed instantly.“Truth or dare, Liv?” Douglas asked, his dark eyes glinting with mischief.“Dare. Obviously.” I never picked truth. Where was the fun in that?Talin laughed from his spot on the couch, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair. “You’re going to regret that.” Douglas and Talin exchanged a look, that silent communication they’d perfected over years of friendship. They were a unit, those two. Best friends since high school, the kind of bond that made me sligh

OLIVIA. Talis pulled out carefully, and they repositioned me.Douglas laid back on the bed, rolling on a condom, and they guided me to straddle him. I sank down onto his thick cock slowly, both of us groaning as he stretched me open.“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Douglas groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “So tight and wet. Lean forward, baby. Rest on my chest.”I did, and felt Talis behind me, his lubed fingers returning to my ass, working me open again. Three fingers this time, stretching me, preparing me.“You’re doing so good,” Talis murmured, kissing my shoulder blade. “So beautiful. We’re going to make you feel incredible.”When Talis finally removed his fingers, I felt the blunt head of his cock—wrapped in a condom and slick with lube—pressing against my ass. He pushed in slowly, carefully, giving me time to adjust to each inch.The stretch was intense. I was so full, both of them inside me, and it was almost too much. But then Talis was fully seated, and we all froze, panting.

Their dwelling was carved into a massive tree, the interior glowing with the same luminous essence as the forest. It was beautiful and alien and I barely registered any of it because Kael and Draven were stripping my clothes off. “You need to bathe,” Draven said, his hands careful as he peeled my filthy flight suit down my arms. “And eat. The bond won’t complete properly if you’re not healthy.” I should have been embarrassed, standing naked in front of two strangers. But the way they looked at me—with hunger and reverence and desperate need—made me feel powerful instead. “Beautiful,” Kael breathed, his eyes tracking over my bare skin. His markings were pulsing faster now, brighter. “So small. So soft. How are we going to fit inside you?” “Fit what?” I asked, then my eyes dropped to their groins. Oh. Oh fuck. They were both aroused, their cocks visible through the thin fabric they wore. And they were… different. Each of them had two cocks, positioned side by side, both t

NIKOLAISeventeen hours into surgery and that voice cuts through the speakers like a scalpel.“Your suturing technique is sloppy, Volkov. That transplant won’t last the week.”I don’t look up. Can’t afford to. But my jaw clenches hard enough to crack molars.Dr. Alexei Morozov. World class Neurosurgeon. Moscow medical royalty. The only other surgeon in this hospital who might—might—be as good as I am.Also the only person standing between me and Chief of Surgery.“If you’re not operating, Morozov, you’re wasting oxygen in my gallery.”“Teaching hospital. I’m educating our residents on what happens when arrogance exceeds ability.”One of my residents shifts nervously. I tie off the suture with perfect precision—because it is perfect, fuck him very much.“Educate them somewhere else. Or better yet, go cherry-pick another easy case for your statistics.”“Easy case?” His laugh is sharp. “I just spent nine hours removing a glioblastoma from the motor cortex. Zero deficits. But please,