บททั้งหมดของ A Delicious Sinful Bite: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I obeyed the Alpha’s command when he told me to go to my room. Of course I did. He is the Alpha and no one disobeys his orders. Even though every screaming instinct inside me wanted to scream NO, to strip right there, right then, and beg both men to fuck my dripping pussy open until I couldn’t remember my own name.I came here to crash at Zuta’s place for the weekend. Just girl time, bad movies, maybe sneaking some of her dad’s expensive whiskey while she pretends not to notice. Relax. Unwind. Not this.Not waking up in the middle of the night drenched between my thighs, hips grinding mindlessly against the pillow I shoved between my legs sometime in my sleep. Not whimpering “Alpha… please…” like some desperate, broken thing. Not realizing—too late—that the scent pouring off me isn’t just arousal. My heat isn’t ordinary. It’s corrupt, it is full, vicious, clawing heat. And it smells like an invitation. Like mine.The door slams open so hard the frame cracks.Alpha Kade stands there,

FUCKED BY MY FATHER IN-LAW I’ve always loved these family camping trips, or at least that’s what I tell myself to survive them. The crisp night air in the woods, the crackle of the fire, the stars peeking through the canopy like distant promises, it’s supposed to be relaxing. But tonight, as I sit on a log surrounded by Fidelis’s family, the tension coils in my gut like a snake ready to strike. Fidelis, my husband of five years, lounges beside me, his arm slung casually over my shoulders. He’s not a bad man, not really—just average. Soft around the edges, quick to laugh, but even quicker in bed. The kind of guy who thinks missionary with the lights off is adventurous. We’ve been trying for kids for years, and every failed test strips away a little more of his patience, turning it into resentment he tries to hide but can’t.Across the fire sits my father in-law Victor, Fidelis’s father. God, where do I even start with him? At 52, he’s a force of nature—tall, broad-shouldered, with s

The words “Squirt for Daddy” push me over the edge. My body tenses, every muscle locking as the orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. I squirt—hard—hot liquid gushing over Victor’s face, soaking his beard and shirt. He doesn’t pull away; if anything, he presses closer, lapping it up greedily, tongue working overtime to catch every drop. His groans vibrate against my throbbing clit, prolonging the ecstasy until I’m shaking, barely able to stand.“Fuck, yes,” he mutters between licks, “taste so goddamn sweet. Give me all of it, Wendy.” My fingers tighten in his hair, pulling hard as I grind my pussy against his mouth, riding out the waves. Stars explode behind my closed eyes, and for a moment, the world narrows to just this: Victor on his knees, worshipping me like I’m a goddess, his strong hands bruising my thighs in the best way. No one’s ever made me come like this—raw, explosive, leaving me drenched and boneless.Victor’s face is drenched, my release glistening on his beard

I’m already shaking, bent over the arm of the couch with Jace buried balls deep in my pussy, Ryan’s thick cock stretching my throat, and Ethan slowly forcing his way into my ass. Every inch of me feels impossibly full, stuffed, split open, owned. The burn in my ass is sharp and perfect, turning into molten pleasure as Ethan sinks the last inch and stills, letting me feel the obscene pressure of two cocks rubbing against each other through that thin wall inside me.Mark’s voice cuts through the haze, rough and commanding from his chair.“Destroy her holes,” he growls, hand flying over his cock. “Ruin my wife. Stretch her until she can’t walk, fill her until she’s leaking for days. Make her scream around your dicks, fuck her unconscious if you have to. She wants it. She needs it.”Jace laughs darkly and starts moving, hard, punishing thrusts that slam my hips into the couch arm. Each drive shoves me forward onto Ryan’s cock, making me gag and drool, tears streaming down my cheeks. Et

My name is Cassie Reynolds, and I’ve always been the girl who gets it right, straight As since middle school, captain of the debate team, the one teachers pointed to when they wanted an example. But college hit different. Freshman year at Westbridge University felt like drowning in deadlines and debt. My parents back in Ohio were counting on that full-ride scholarship to stay intact; one slip below 3.5 and it was gone. I couldn’t let that happen.Professor Vaughn’s American Lit seminar was supposed to be my easy A. I’d read every book on the syllabus twice before the semester even started. But from the first lecture, it wasn’t the texts that hooked me, it was him.He was in his mid-forties, tall and broad-shouldered, with that salt-and-pepper hair that always looked slightly tousled like he’d run his hands through it too many times. His voice was low and measured, the kind that made even dry analysis of The Scarlet Letter sound intimate. He wore fitted button-downs that showed the fle