บททั้งหมดของ Burning MM Short Stories: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Rival Alphas.2 Two days later the neutral ground felt like a trap. The old cabin sat deep in the woods between both territories, used only when packs had to talk without spilling blood. Tonight it smelled like dust, old wood, and pure alpha rut. Jace had tried to stay away. He told himself the fight at the meeting hall was a one-time mistake. A heat-of-the-moment slip. But his body would not listen. Every night since then his sleep got wrecked by dreams of Kade’s thick cock stretching him open, the knot locking tight, hot cum flooding him until he could not move. His own rut had started slow. Just a low burn at first. Now it raged full force. His cock stayed hard for hours. His hole leaked slick constantly, soaking through his clothes. His scent had turned heavy and needy, screaming for the rival alpha even when he was alone. He hated it. He hated Kade more. But here he was, walking into the cabin anyway. Kade was already inside, leaning against the far wall. Shirt gone. Jeans o

Rival Alphas.4 The full moon hung huge and silver above the clearing where the two packs had gathered. Everyone felt the pull. Fur rippled under skin. Eyes glowed. Tempers sat on a knife edge. But tonight was not about war. Tonight the alphas had called both packs together for something no one expected. Jace stood on one side of the wide grassy space, heart pounding hard. His body burned with the strongest rut he had ever felt. His cock pressed thick and heavy against his pants. Slick already leaked down his thighs, soaking the fabric. He could smell Kade across the clearing, that wild alpha musk stronger than ever. Kade stepped forward into the moonlight, shirtless, muscles gleaming. His golden eyes locked on Jace and did not let go. The packs murmured. Betas shifted nervously. No one understood why the two rival alphas looked at each other with hunger instead of hate. Jace walked out to meet him in the middle. Their packs formed a loose circle around them, watching, waiting. “N

The Omega's Curse. Elias barely slept that first night. Every few hours the heat flared up again, dragging him awake with fresh fire in his veins. Voss never left the bed. The rogue alpha stayed buried inside him most of the time, knot locked or cock half-hard, ready for the next wave. By morning the motel room smelled like sex and slick and alpha cum. The sheets were ruined. Elias lay on his side, body limp and covered in dried cum and sweat. His hole felt puffy and sore, but still leaking. His belly looked softly rounded from all the loads Voss had pumped into him during the night. Voss woke up first. He rolled Elias onto his back and pushed his legs open without asking. “Morning, cursed boy. Heat still biting you?” Elias nodded, voice rough from moaning all night. “It is quieter now, but it is coming back. Stronger.” Voss smirked and slid two thick fingers into Elias’s hole, stirring the mess inside. “Good. Means you still need me.” He pulled his fingers out, shiny and wet, an

The Omega's Curse.(4) The drive to Voss’s cabin took three hours. Elias spent most of it half-asleep in the passenger seat, legs spread, one of Voss’s thick fingers lazily pumping in and out of his leaking hole to keep the heat from spiking too hard. Every few minutes Voss would pull over on a quiet stretch of road, yank Elias’s pants down, and fuck him quick and rough in the front seat until another load of cum swelled his belly even more. By the time they reached the remote wooden cabin deep in the pines, Elias’s hole felt permanently open and sloppy, dripping Voss’s seed down his thighs with every step. Voss carried him inside like he weighed nothing. The cabin was simple but solid. One big room with a massive bed covered in soft furs, a stone fireplace, and thick logs that blocked out the rest of the world. Voss laid Elias on the bed and stripped them both naked. “Last wave is coming,” Voss said, voice low and certain. “Tonight we break the curse for good. No more cheap motels.

Hunter's Prey. Damien woke up in a dark cave that smelled like earth, pine, and heavy alpha musk. His body felt heavy and warm. The thick knot that had locked inside him for hours was finally soft, but Luka’s cock was still buried deep, half-hard and keeping most of the cum trapped. Every small shift made more slick and seed leak out around the thick shaft. Luka’s big arm was wrapped around his waist, holding him close like he belonged there. The alpha’s breath was steady against the back of Damien’s neck, right over the fresh bite mark that still throbbed. Damien tried to pull away. His hunter instincts screamed to run, to grab a weapon, to end this. But the moment he moved, Luka’s cock twitched inside him and a fresh wave of pleasure rolled through his body. His own cock hardened against his stomach and more slick dripped out. “Stop fighting it,” Luka murmured, voice rough with sleep and hunger. “You are safe here. My den. No other wolves will touch you.” Damien’s voice came ou