All Chapters of A Delicious Sinful Bite: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

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