All Chapters of LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS [FILTHY EROTICA COLLECTION]: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

WILLOWWhere am I?The thought drifted through the haze as my eyes fluttered open. The ceiling staring back at me was wrong, smooth, stark white, nothing like the familiar cracked plaster and exposed beams of my bedroom. I blinked hard, closed my eyes, then opened them again, letting the dim light settle.Still wrong.My gaze darted sideways. A sleek nightstand stood there—empty except for a single glass of water. No ring light. No soft lavender walls. The room was cold, the air conditioner humming quietly, even though I distinctly remembered turning it off before bed.My pulse kicked up.I tried to sit up—and froze.The biggest red flag slammed into me like ice water.My wrists were cuffed above my head, soft leather-lined metal biting just enough to remind me they weren’t going anywhere. I lifted my head, straining, and saw the cuffs locked to the headboard. My legs… oh God. A metal spreader bar kept my ankles forced wide apart, each secured to the bedposts with more cuffs. The lace

WILLOWHe cupped my pussy and I felt it jump and pulse under his palm like it had a mind of its own. Oh god, I was definitely losing my mind.The heat from his hand seeped through the soaked lace, making my clit throb harder, a fresh gush of wetness leaking out against his fingers. I hated how my body arched into it, how my hips rolled just a fraction, chasing the pressure like a slut in heat. His eyes darkened, the blue so intense it felt like drowning.“Already soaked for me,” he growled, voice low and filthy, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He rubbed slow, possessive circles over the lace, pressing the fabric into my swollen folds until it clung like a second skin. “Your greedy little cunt remembers me, Willow. Even if your pretty head doesn’t.”“I don’t, I don’t know you,” I whimpered, but the words sounded weak, breathless, my thighs trembling against the spreader bar that kept me spread wide and helpless.He hooked a finger under the thong and yanked it aside, expo

ALEX POVWe stepped into the beautifully designed hall of the pack house, and the world shifted.Crystal chandeliers cast golden light over swirling black and silver decorations. Long tables groaned under platters of roasted meats, spiced fruits, and glistening desserts. The air was thick with the mingled scents of dozens of wolves from three different packs, alpha musk, beta cedar, omega sweetness all layered with anticipation and the electric hum of mate bonds waiting to snap into place.The moment we crossed the threshold, heads turned.Whispers rippled through the crowd like wildfire.“Who is that?” “Gods, look at him, he’s stunning.” “The Vale omega? The one who can’t shift? But fuck, he's beautiful…”I kept my chin high, pretending I didn’t hear, but my cheeks burned. The deep plum suit hugged every inch of me, the jacket nipped in at my narrow waist, the open front showing a tempting sliver of smooth chest and the faint outline of my large, pink nipples against pale skin. T

The Lesbian Demon and the NunChapter 1: The Meeting with the DemonFor nine years I’ve kept my body sealed. No one’s hands but mine in those weak moments when I couldn’t sleep and my fingers slipped under the nightshift before guilt yanked them away. No mouth except the cold rim of the chalice at Communion. No real heat except the tiny flame of the candles I light and stare at until my eyes burn.That night the seal broke.Something pulled me out of my cell — soft, slow, like fingers dragging over silk or bare feet brushing stone. I told myself it was nothing. A sister getting water. A shutter in the wind. But it came again, clearer, from the chapel.I should have stayed in bed. Instead I grabbed my rosary like it could save me, lit a candle stub, and went barefoot down the freezing corridor.I pushed the chapel door open.Moonlight was everywhere — thick, silver, lying across the pews, pooling on the altar steps. And there she was.Lounging on the communion rail like it was a chai

The sacristy door stayed shut for the rest of Lauds, but I couldn’t leave.I stayed bent over the vestment chest long after Lilith withdrew, legs trembling, breath ragged, her heat still leaking warm and thick down the insides of my thighs. The chalices on the shelf above me gleamed like silent witnesses, gold and silver catching the candle flicker, reflecting my flushed face, my swollen mouth, my veil half-torn and crooked.I should have run. I should have fallen to my knees and begged God for forgiveness. Instead I stayed there, palms pressed to oak, ass still lifted, hole twitching with aftershocks, already aching to be filled again.The door never opened. No footsteps in the corridor. No horrified gasp from Mother Superior or from any of my sisters. Somehow, impossibly, no one had heard the wet slap of skin, the choked sobs, the demon’s low snarls. Or if they had… they pretended not to but I knew it was the former. Lilith’s laugh brushed the back of my neck again, soft, satis