All Chapters of Tales of Desire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1️Reka’s POVThe thick door dug into my spine as Talim pinned me against it like prey. His hand was already under my skirt, two thick fingers shoved deep inside my dripping cunt before I could even gasp his name. I was soaked, had been soaked for days, my omega heat turning me into a shameless, needy mess. And he knew it. Goddess, he always knew.“Talim...” I whimpered, but covered my mouth with his other, those golden alpha eyes flashing with feral hunger.“Shut up and take it, little omega,” he growled against my ear, voice rough with rut. “Your Luna’s right fucking outside and I’m starving for this pussy. You’re going to cum all over my hand while she begs for my attention she’ll never get.”Vanessa’s voice floated through the door, sweet and oblivious. “Talim? Baby, the council’s waiting…”He answered her with a lazy, bored, “In a minute love, you can go ahead,” never slowing the sweet rhythm of his fingers. Three now, stretching me wide, curling hard against that spot th

Chapter 3Reka’s POVThe second Talim’s mouth crashed into mine, I knew I was damned.I had come here to end it, to burn him out of my blood one final time, but the moment his hands gripped my bare hips and dragged me against him, every promise I’d made to myself turned to smoke.He kissed me like a man possessed, tongue fucking my mouth the way I wanted him to fuck my body. I moaned into him, shameless, clawing at his open shirt until buttons scattered across the stone floor. My back hit the pile of furs we’d claimed as ours months ago, and he followed me down, heavy and hot and perfect.“Tell me to stop,” he growled against my throat, teeth scraping the skin he could never mark. “Say the word and I walk away right now.”I answered by spreading my legs and hooking them around his waist, grinding my soaked pussy against the bulge straining his trousers. “Don’t you dare.”That was all he needed.He ripped his belt open with one hand while the other shoved between my thighs, two thick f

Chapter 5Reka’s POV)The kiss went on for a long time, slow and deep, full of everything we had just done to each other. Talim stayed over me, his weight pressing me into the floor, and I could feel him softening inside me while his release leaked out warm and thick between my thighs. My legs were still hooked around his waist, my nails dug into the skin of his back, and the sharp scent of blood mixed with sweat and sex in the small room.Boots pounded in the corridor outside. Voices shouted. The elders were coming, and half the pack with them, drawn by the power that had poured out of me. But none of that mattered right then because something else was moving inside me, something older and fiercer than the afterglow.My wolf.She had woken fully during the Luna shift, but now she wanted more. She wanted her true shape. A cramp twisted through my belly and I gasped against Talim's mouth. He pulled back at once, worry in his eyes."Reka? Talk to me."Another cramp hit harder, like claw

Chapter 7[Father Elias’s POV]My cock is already half-hard the moment Mother Superior announces that Sister Maria and I will share late-night confessional duties in the old chapel. The words feel like divine punishment and reward at once, trapping me alone with the one woman whose every glance has been tormenting me since the day I arrived.The retreat days blur into prayer and discipline, but every time I see Maria across the cloister my shaft thickens against my will, straining behind the heavy cassock as I imagine all the filthy things I want to do to her. I catch her staring too, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and I know she is just as lost.Night falls heavy with the threat of rain. The chapel is nearly dark, only a handful of candles flickering against ancient stone. Penitents come and go until the storm breaks outside, thunder growling like judgment itself. Soon the last sister scurries away, leaving only the two of us.Maria kneels in the shadow of the confessional, habit alrea

[Father Elias POV] I see Novice Clara lingering after morning Mass, her wide blue eyes fixed on me like I am some holy relic she wants to touch. She is young, barely twenty, cheeks always flushed, and lately she finds every excuse to brush past me in the corridor, asking innocent questions about scripture while her gaze drops to my mouth. I answer politely, distantly, but the attention grates because the only woman I want watching me that way is Maria. Maria notices too. I catch her staring from across the chapel, jaw tight, fingers clenched around her breviary until the leather creaks. Later, in the herb garden, she corners me behind the lavender rows. “That little novice is panting after you,” she hisses, voice low and venomous. “She bats her lashes and you smile like a saint.” Jealousy looks fucking gorgeous on her. Her eyes flash, chest heaving under the habit, and all I want is to shove her against the shed and remind her who she belongs to. Instead I grip her wrist hard enough