All Chapters of Sinful Alphas: A Dark Romance Collection: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lucas’s POVI stirred from the haze of our latest coupling, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks of knotting inside her. The dining table creaked under our combined weight as I eased back, my cock slipping free from her ass with a wet sound that echoed in the charged silence. Cum trickled down her thighs in thick streams, the scent of it mingling with sweat and her arousal to fill the air. Nikki's breath came in ragged pants against the wood, her body trembling from the force of her climax. My wolf prowled just beneath the surface, satisfied yet hungry for more, the primal claim on this young woman burning hotter than any pack law.Her mother’s voice rang out from the foyer, light and unsuspecting. "Nikki? Lucas? I'm home early." The footsteps drew closer, each one a blade of risk slicing through the moment. I yanked up my pants, tucking my still-hard length away with a grimace, while Nikki scrambled for her discarded clothes. We moved in sync, a forbidden dance honed by hours

Nikki’s POV Two months of secret fucks had sharpened every sense. My body knew Lucas's footsteps, the low rumble of his wolf when he was about to knot me. We climbed the stairs fast, his hand on my ass, fingers slipping under the sundress to tease my wet slit. Cum from our living-room quickie still trickled down my thigh. I was half-drunk on the risk, on the way Mom and Justin had stared while Lucas pumped me full. We reached the master bedroom. Lucas kicked the door shut but left it cracked. He spun me around, mouth on my neck, teeth scraping the fresh bite mark. "Strip," he ordered. I peeled the dress off, nipples tight, pussy swollen and leaking. He shed his clothes too, thick cock already hard again, the knot at the base starting to swell at the base. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth, sucking hard, tongue swirling the head while I cupped his heavy balls. Saliva ran down my chin. He fucked my throat in short thrusts, growling praise. "Good girl. Take it deeper." T

Cassandra’s POVI clutched at James's broad shoulders as he carried me through the forest, my legs locked around his waist. The mate mark on my chest burned with every heartbeat, a constant reminder of how the ritual had twisted our fates together. My bare skin pressed against his, slick with sweat and the remnants of our earlier union, and I could feel his cock hardening again against my ass as he ran. The blood moon's red light filtered through the trees, but the howls of his pack chased us relentlessly.We reached the hidden cave, and he set me down on the mossy floor. My body ached in the best way—my pussy still throbbing from his thick shaft filling it before, my ass tender from the rough thrusts. But the magic wasn't sated yet. The curse lingered like a shadow, and our bond needed more fuel to break it completely. I looked up at him, my breasts heaving, nipples tight in the cool air."The bond demands more," I said, my voice husky. "We have to keep going, James. Channel the ener

Cassandra’a POV The horn's blast sliced through the night, sharp and wrong. I grabbed James's hand as he yanked me toward the trees, Dorian and Elias holding the line behind us. "Run," he growled, voice low and urgent. The air thickened with iron, smoke, and rot, something laughing in the shadows. We fled through the woods, wolves howling but not chasing—Dorian had bought us time. The secret watchtower rose ahead, a crumbling stone spire hidden by vines and old magic. James shoved the door open, pulling me inside and slamming it shut. The bond mark on my chest pulsed, matching his, sending waves of heat through my veins. I leaned against the wall, breathing hard, my dress torn from the run. My eyes locked on his. "James... that spell almost took everything." He stepped close, his body pressing me back. "Nothing takes you from me." His hands roamed, gripping my hips, then sliding up to cup my breasts through the fabric. He tore the dress open, exposing my skin to the cool air.

Cassandra’s POV The first gray light of dawn bled through the cracks in the watchtower stones, painting our tangled bodies in muted silver. My thighs ached, my pussy still clenching around phantom fullness, and James’s cum—so much of it—had dried in sticky trails across my belly, my ass, even smeared on my cheek from when he’d pulled out last and painted my face. The bond hummed low, satisfied but greedy, like a beast that had tasted blood and wanted more. But the horn hadn't blown again. Silence hung heavy over the forest, broken only by the crackle of dying embers from the hearth. Too quiet. Too wrong. James’s fingers still teased my dripping entrance—gently now, two thick digits sliding in and out as he propped himself on one elbow, watching me with those dark, hungry eyes. “We need to move,” he murmured, but his hand didn’t stop. If anything, he pushed deeper, curling to press against that spot that made my hips buck. I caught his wrist, gasping. “Then why aren’t you—” “