Todos os capítulos de The Jilted Luna : Capítulo 451 - Capítulo 460

She never finished what she was about to say.Carlisle slammed into her again, a sharp, merciless thrust that stole the rest of her words. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the open space, his pace turning feral, hard, fast, relentless.Her breath hitched in ragged sobs of pleasure as her back arched and her nails dug into his shoulders. Her mind went blank, her body overwhelmed as if every thrust pushed her higher, closer, until she was right there, dangling at the edge of a cliff, unable to think, unable to breathe, only feel."Good girl," Carlisle growled, his voice dripping with approval as a wicked grin tugged at his lips. "Then let me reward you properly..."He didn’t slow down this time. His hips snapped forward, deep and deliberate, chasing their shared release as if he was sculpting it with every thrust. Watching Victoria come undone beneath him, her body pliant yet trembling, her earlier glare of frustration now melted into gasping need, it made something primal in him b

But Carlisle wasn’t done. As his hips ground against her, his thumb pushed past the resistance of her other hole, slipping inside just enough to make her cry out. The sudden double penetration tore through her senses as surprise and pleasure blurred until her whole body shook, both holes convulsing around him as a strangled scream escaped her lips."Fuck, baby—ease up," Carlisle groaned, his voice breaking into a low snarl as his hips jerked. "You trying to kill your husband?"He could barely breathe.The way her pussy clenched around him was brutal, almost punishing. It felt like she was trying to swallow him whole, milking him so tight he thought his cock might get crushed inside her.The mix of pain and pleasure hit him so hard it made his pulse stutter, his body trembling from how violently she gripped him.Victoria couldn’t even process Carlisle’s words; her mind was nothing but static, a haze of white noise and fire. She thought it would hurt, but instead, a wave of shocking ple

He could feel her body slowly giving in, melting under his touch, and that thought alone made his cock throb deep inside her.’God, she’s so tight...’ he thought, his lips curving into a grin against her ear. ’Her first time here... and it’s all mine.’Victoria let out a broken whimper, her voice trembling as Carlisle’s cock sank all the way inside her, filling her until she swore she could feel him in her gut. She had never even imaginedusing that other hole, had always thought it was filthy, forbidden, but Carlisle didn’t care. He never spared any part of her, claiming her like a beast who couldn’t get enough.The stretch burned at first, sharp and foreign, making her body tense and shake, but soon that pain began to blur into something else — something hotter, darker, needier. Her tight walls were molding around him, the sting slowly giving way to a pulse of raw pleasure that made her toes curl.Carlisle’s fingers never stopped their rhythm at her front, stroking her clit in slow,

He had come straight from slaughtering the enemies who had breached their defenses and invaded their territory, leaving destruction wherever he went. The attackers had even set fire to homes, hoping to burn down both the buildings and the people trapped inside, a cruel and hateful act that only deepened the fury burning in Maxwell’s eyes.Luckily, the pack members had already been sent to the packhouse, where the Beta ordered some of the best warriors to protect them. Thanks to Maxwell and the others’ timely intervention, the attackers never managed to reach the packhouse, but even so, most of the nearby houses were burned to the ground, along with part of the remaining supplies from the granary.But how did things turn out like this?During the Night of the Attack*"Protect Beta Sylas at all costs!" the warriors shouted as they closed ranks around him, forming a protective circle. But Sylas’s murderous gaze never wavered from Marcus.Marcus, however, only looked amused. To him, Sylas

Now, the only obstacles in Maxwell’s path were the endless waves of savage rogues pouring out of the forest, forcing him to slow down. If not for them, he would have reached Sylas long ago. Perhaps this was exactly why Chase hadn’t needed to act further; his part in Marcus’s plan was already done. Unlike the others bound to Marcus’s command, Chase wasn’t under his direct control. Once his task was complete, he saw no reason to obey Marcus’s every word. After all, Chase served the same master as Marcus — directly. That meant the only person who could give him orders was that master himself. As for Marcus, in Chase’s eyes, he was nothing more than a deranged stray dog who’d been kicked out of his own pack for defying his master’s commands and chasing after his own twisted ambitions. Besides, Chase didn’t really care whether the mission succeeded or failed. What mattered to him was simply doing as he was told, because if he didn’t, he’d suffer. Unlike the other men under Marcus’s comm