All Chapters of The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Serah Warmth.Wet.Slow.That was the first thing that dragged me from sleep — a soft, insistent tongue tracing the seam of my folds like it had all night to learn every inch. No hurry. No roughness. Just long, deliberate drags from entrance to clit, flat and heavy, coating me in saliva and my own lingering slick from hours earlier.A low sound escaped my throat before I was fully conscious — half-moan, half sigh. My thighs parted wider on instinct, hips tilting up toward the source. The mouth hummed approval against me, the vibration sinking deep into my core like a tuning fork struck low and slow.I cracked my eyes open.Dim red light. Leather beneath my back. Couch still warm from our bodies.Kai.Face buried between my legs, dark hair falling forward, long lashes brushing my inner thighs every time he blinked. His hands were gentle but firm — thumbs spreading me open wider, holding me exposed while his tongue worked.He didn’t look up. Didn’t stop.Just licked again — slower this

Valentino Drakvolk My fists clenched tight on my lap, knuckles whitening as the air in the room thickened with raw tension. The three of us sat there—me, Vincenzo, and the impulsive Lorenzo—each of us riding the edge of the mate bond like it was a goddamn whip cracking against our skin. Fuck, Valerie was at it again, our sweet little mate plunging her fingers deep into her own pussy, chasing that high without us. But through the bond, I could feel every twist and thrust, her mind painting vivid pictures of our cocks slamming into her, stretching her wide and raw.My dick hardened in seconds, straining against the zipper of my pants, throbbing with the echo of her slick heat. Only Vincenzo looked unfazed, the bastard—lounging back in his chair like a king on his throne. He tipped the last of his whisky down his throat, the glass clinking as he set it aside, then pulled out a cigarette and struck a match. The flame lit his sharp features, smoke curling up as he inhaled deep, exhaling s

Valeria Mary StormValentino let out a low, satisfied rumble. His knot pulsed again inside me, another thick spurt of cum making me whimper and clench around him.“She’s still knotted full of me,” he said, one big hand sliding down to spread my ass cheeks wider, showing Lorenzo the way my stretched pussy gripped Valentino’s base, the creamy mess leaking out. “But her ass… that’s still empty. And dripping for you.”My breath hitched. Fresh heat exploded low in my belly at the words.Lorenzo’s gaze dropped to where slick and Valentino’s cum trickled down my crack, coating my tight hole in glossy shine.“Please,” he whispered, softer this time—almost reverent. “Let me have her ass. I’ll go slow. I’ll worship it. Thank her with every inch.”Vincenzo considered him for a long, agonizing moment—then smiled, slow and wicked.“Fine,” he said. “But you don’t come until we say. And you thank her—out loud—every single time you thrust.”Lorenzo’s entire body shuddered with relief.“Thank you,” he

SerahI was already fifteen minutes late—because nothing says “professional” like getting stuck in gridlock behind a pack convoy hauling ritual supplies—and if I didn’t seal this deal today, my career at Crescent Holdings would be as dead as a rogue caught in silver chains. Promotion? Forget it. I’d be demoted to fetching coffee for betas who couldn’t smell a good opportunity if it bit them in the ass.My stiletto heel caught in a crack on the winding estate drive, snapping clean off like fate’s cruel joke. I stumbled forward, grabbing a low wrought-iron fence for balance, the sharp edge biting into my palm. Pain flared, but it was nothing compared to the knot of anxiety twisting in my gut—or the unwelcome heat pooling between my thighs every time my mind wandered back to that night.“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck,” I muttered, yanking the broken shoe off and shoving it into my bag. Limping in one heel and one bare foot? Humiliating. But I couldn’t stop now. The air was thick with the estate’s

Valeria Mary StormThe closeness of Valentino was doing something dangerous to me.Every time he leaned in to adjust a strap or brush a stray lock of hair from my shoulder, the heat of his body pressed against mine sent a slow, wicked pulse straight between my thighs. I shifted my weight, trying to ignore it, trying to pretend I wasn’t already slick and aching just from the way his silver eyes tracked every movement I made.Was I really this easy? Was I a hidden slut all along, waiting for the right monsters to unlock me?“How about this one, princess?” Valentino asked, voice low and velvet-smooth. He held up a short, glittering gown—deep sapphire silk with a thigh-high slit that promised sin and a backless design crisscrossed with delicate beading that caught the lamplight like stars.I nodded, throat tight, and spun slowly for him. The fabric whispered against my bare legs, cool and teasing.“Perfect,” he murmured. “Come here.”He patted his thigh once—casual, commanding.I exhaled