All Chapters of LINGERIE ONLY: Red Light District : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

VALERICA The King was a simple creature—when he couldn't understand a situation, he smothered it with force.He had noticed the change. He saw how Elara no longer flinched when I approached her. He saw the way we shared quiet glances across the dining hall. He couldn't name what was happening, but his paranoia was obvious even to the maids.His solution arrived in the form of his most trusted knight. He'd placed him in charge of us—to guard us as he'd say."Captain Cassian Thorne," I murmured, watching the man through the crack of my chamber door.The King had assigned his most loyal hound to stand guard inside the outer chamber of our shared wing. Cassian was to be our shadow, a constant reminder that the King’s "property" was always under watch. "He’s always there," Elara whispered one afternoon, her voice trembling as she sat at my vanity. "I feel his eyes on me every time I walk past the threshold. It’s like he’s waiting for us to slip up."“Let him watch if he wants to,” I wasn

JERIELThe clock on the wall ticked toward 3:30. I sat at my desk, organizing the lab kits for tomorrow’s sophomore class. I didn't expect Cassian to actually show up on time, so when the door swung open exactly on the minute, I didn't bother looking up."You’re early," I said, marking a box on my list. "I'm impressed."Cassian didn't say anything. He dropped his heavy gym bag onto the front workbench with a loud thud. I looked up then, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose. He was still in his basketball jersey, the dark fabric sleeveless and damp with sweat. He must have come straight from an early practice.The moment he stepped further into the room, the scent hit me. He was letting his pheromones out again and wasn't even trying to keep it in check. “Why do you keep bothering to let your pheromones out when you know it has no effect on me?” I glared at him. To us Betas, pheromones spelt like heavy perfumes, nothing more. “Exactly, so if it's not affecting you, why are you

CASSIANThe six weeks were supposed to be a victory lap. I was finally done with the lab, done with the scrubbing, and done with the annoying, four-eyed teacher who seemed to take pleasure in looking down on me. But sitting here in this high-end bar, surrounded by my teammates and the heavy, sweet scent of three different Omegas, I felt like I was losing my mind.I checked my phone for the tenth time in five minutes. Nothing."Cass, man, put the phone away," Miller said, leaning back with a drink in his hand. "You’re free. No more 'Mister Scott' and his chemistry kits. Drink up."I ignored him, my thumb hovering over Jeriel’s contact. I’d saved his number from the school directory under ‘Scott,’ but I’d changed it to ‘Teach’ halfway through the second week."The Omegas over there have been staring at you all night," another teammate whispered, nudging me. "The blonde one looks like she's willing to risk it all. Why don't you talk to her?"I looked over at the blonde. She was pretty, a

CASSIANThe second I stepped inside, the air changed. It wasn't the neutral, clean scent I had smelt yesterday. It was something else—something so sweet it made my teeth ache, and so hot it felt like stepping into a furnace. It was thick and heavy.My heart started to hammer against my ribs, but not with anger. It was a terrifying realization. I’d smelled this before, every Alpha knew this scent. It was the smell of an Omega in their first, unbridled heat."Jeriel?" I called again, my voice cracking.I heard a stumble from the kitchen area. A second later, Jeriel appeared, gripping the doorframe to keep himself upright. He looked terrible. His face was flushed a dark, feverish red, and his glasses were sitting crooked on his face. He was wearing an oversized t-shirt and boxers, his skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.In his hand, he was clutching a small plastic bag from the pharmacy, likely the medications for the so-called flu Miller mentioned.He looked at me, but his ambe

JERIELHe moved lower, his hands sliding into my boxers. I let out a sharp cry when his fingers wrapped around my dick. I was dripping, a slick, clear fluid coating his palm. I had never felt anything like this. It was a physical desperation that bypassed my brain entirely.Cassian stripped out of his own clothes, and when I saw him—fully hard and twice the size of anything I had imagined—my heart hammered against my ribs. He pushed my legs apart, settling his heavy weight between my thighs.He didn't go slow. He couldn't. The air in the room was so thick with our combined scents that it was like a drug. He guided himself to my hole, which was already swollen and weeping for him."Look at me, Jeriel," he commanded.I opened my eyes, my vision blurry with tears. He pushed inside, a slow, agonizingly deep thrust that felt like he was splitting me open and filling me up at the same time. I screamed, my fingers digging into his back, my back arching off the mattress."Too... it's too much