All Chapters of The Jilted Luna : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Sylas’s mouth parted in disbelief. "What the hell?!" he mouthed silently, left stunned and alone to fend for himself.But Victoria didn’t give him a moment to recover; her soft lips nibbled at his, her every touch expertly eroding the last of his restraint. No matter how strong his self-control had been... she was quickly unraveling it, piece by piece."Ugh..." Sylas let out a muffled groan as a surge of desire gripped him. He could feel the heat radiating through the thin fabric of her pants as she rolled her hips against the hard bulge straining in his own."Ha..." he exhaled shakily, turning his head to avoid Victoria’s kiss, not because he didn’t want her, but because something felt off. She didn’t seem entirely like herself.If he gave in and mated with her now, in this state, he feared she might later think he had taken advantage of her vulnerability, and he couldn’t bear the thought of her looking at him that way. He was doing everything he could to hold himself back, but his w

Sylas pulled his face away from Victoria’s soaked pussy, his breath ragged as he took in the sight of her writhing beneath him, completely undone by pleasure. "That’s it, Tori... does it feel good?" he asked hoarsely, his voice thick with desire and a hint of nervous anticipation, as if needing reassurance that he had pleased her, especially since this was his first time.Her love juice still clung to his lips and chin, glistening in the dim light. He licked his lips slowly, savoring her taste, as his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Then, with deliberate care, he withdrew his fingers from her folds, now glistening with her essence. The sight alone made his eyes darken, lust sharpening his expression as a low snarl rumbled in his throat."God, Tori... you taste incredible. I can’t get enough of you."Victoria’s already bleary eyes grew even more unfocused as she looked at Sylas, her lips parting in a soft pout. "Not enough... I want more," she whispered between gasps, her voice

They saw the same shock mirrored in each other’s gaze.The same tension.The same awareness.There was no need to speak now since the answer had become clear.Victoria.Whatever Sylas was doing with her behind those closed doors was so intense, so deeply tied to their bond, that it was affecting them too. And it didn’t take a genius to figure out just how intimate things had become.Both Maxwell and Carlisle could feel their desires rapidly intensifying, their breathing growing heavier, and their voices turning hoarse. The stirring inside them was undeniably strong and urgent, but still not overwhelming. That told them one thing: Sylas and Victoria hadn’t crossed the line into sex. Not yet.And yet, feeling this level of arousal without having marked her was something new, even for Carlisle, who had already mated with Victoria before. The sensation was maddening, the arousal coiling tighter in his core with every passing second. He could feel himself slipping, dangerously close to los

And the longer Carlisle and Maxwell stood inside the room, the more they felt it too.The air clung to their skin like humidity laced with something else, something heavier. It wasn’t just the scent of arousal. There was a pull in the room, a subtle haze that wrapped around their thoughts, nudging their desires to the surface and clouding their judgment.Neither of them felt the urge to lash out at Sylas. That wasn’t it.Instead, a gnawing unease was building inside them. A sense that something was wrong, deeply wrong. But they couldn’t see it, couldn’t name it. And the more time passed, the harder it was to hold onto clarity.Carlisle stepped forward, pulling Victoria into his arms. He knew, deep down, that she hadn’t forgiven him, not completely. No matter how much her body ached for the bond they shared, whether it was the mate bond’s pull clouding her thoughts or a momentary lapse in judgment, there was always a risk she’d snap back to reality the moment she realized it was him sh

So, of course, she was wary of mate bonds now. How could she not be? Tonight, as he stared into the eyes of the imposter wearing Victoria's face, a painful clarity settled in Carlisle's chest. He felt like he'd caught a glimpse of Victoria's true thoughts, her fear, her resistance, her unresolved pain, and it only made his blood boil. Because they had almost made a terrible mistake. If none of them had realized something was wrong… They might have followed that scent, that pull, that illusion, all the way to ruin. There was something unnatural about it, something too enticing, too perfect. It wrapped around their senses like a spell, clouding their judgment and dulling their instincts. And that's what made Carlisle clench his fists in fury. They were meant to protect Victoria, not be the ones to break her all over again. "Are you… a succubus?" Carlisle asked hesitantly, his voice low and wary. Everything that had happened so far, the overwhelming desire that bubbled i