All Chapters of Sodom Daddies: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lynn Louden watched the moonlift doors slide shut, the heavy iron panel trapping his scent inside the small box.He dropped his heavy pack tool chest onto the metal floor, his hands flying to his trousers to rip at the front fastenings. The mate bond heat was an absolute bitch. He had felt the burning pressure of his alpha seed swelling before, but this sudden ache for the omega upstairs was tearing his mind apart.When the moonlift finally slammed down into the lowest level of the Royal Woods Moon Residences, Lynn snatched up the heavy iron box and bolted down the dark corridor toward the Ironclaw Forge Chamber. He slammed the heavy oak door shut, throwing the iron bolt into place. He collapsed onto the rough wooden bench, his breathing ragged, and tore his trousers open to give his swelling shaft some room.His length pulsed with a violent heat. His alpha stones throbbed with a heavy ache, completely unaffected by the release he had forced out of his body the previous night. That om

Lynn Louden gasped as Buck Clattermoor thrust heavily into the core of his wetness. The mate bond surged, filling the entire Alpha's Rest Chamber with the thick, primal scent of musk and heat."You belong to this pack now," Buck growled, his hands anchoring tightly onto Lynn's hips.Lynn's inner wolf howled, his claws scraping lines against the heavy wooden headboard. "Do not stop, Alpha."Buck drove forward again, his thick shaft stretching Lynn completely as the heat of their breeding bond locked their bodies together. The raw friction made Lynn whimper, his head rolling back against the furs as Buck filled him completely. Every heavy push tore a desperate grunt from Buck's chest, his green eyes glowing with full predator dominance in the dim light."Look at me," Buck ordered, slamming his chest flat against Lynn's back.Lynn turned his head sharply, their lips crashing together in a wet, messy exchange that tasted of copper and rain. The sheer size of the omega's length was stretch

It was barely mid-morning in the Frostmere Wolf Den when the scent of pine and raw dominance pierced the heavy oak door. Sammy sat on the low bench in the Pack Hearth Chamber, swirling a cup of chicory and scrolling through the pack ledger on his communication mirror. Elspeth was out running borders with the beta females, leaving Sammy to relish the rare quiet before the autumn heat cycles began.The heavy iron knocker rattled against the timber, vibrating through Sammy's boots."Open up, Sammy," Alpha Keegan Rimehart growled through the wood, his voice thick and demanding. "We have unfinished business.""You have no business here, Alpha," Sammy said, throwing the heavy bolt back to face the man who had just discarded his mother.Keegan stood in the Frosthall Passage, his massive chest stretching the seams of his boiled leather vest, his dark eyes instantly locking onto Sammy's throat. The heavy, musky scent of a rutting Alpha rolled off him in suffocating waves, making Sammy's inner

"Then I want you to claim me right here on the stone floor," Sammy whispered, his omega wolf howling for submission."A flawless choice," Alpha Keegan Rimehart growled as he dropped to his knees. He slid his thick, calloused hands beneath Sammy's bare thighs, scooping him up effortlessly before laying him back against the Silver Pelt Rug Hall. With a heavy palm pinned on either side of Sammy's head, the massive Alpha hovered over him, his dark eyes ablaze with pure feral lust. "But first, the pack mark."He leaned down, his eyes narrowing as his lips brushed Sammy's with tight restraint. He opened his jaws, Sammy parted his own, and their hot, wet tongues collided in a messy, desperate rhythm.The Alpha kissed him with a terrifying sweetness."Mmm," Keegan groaned against his mouth, and Sammy wrapped his arms around the thick column of the Alpha's neck, savoring the raw power of their combined scents. The thick friction of Keegan's tongue sent a sharp, wet throb straight to Sammy's om

The trade tokens glowed bright purple within the dark stone corridor of the Mooncrest Alpha Residence. Calder Rimecroft caught the leather pouch with one massive hand, his dominant scent of crushed pine and raw musk flaring as he rolled the currency between his thick fingers."The tribute is fully accounted for," Calder said, his grey eyes locking onto the omega with dangerous intensity.Lynn Frostvale shifted against the iron doorframe, his lower belly tightening at the low vibration in the alpha's chest. "You handled the transport perfectly.""Keep the perimeter wards locked tightly tonight," Calder growled, his jaw tightening as he turned his massive shoulders toward the steep stone stairwell leading back to the valley. Brannoc Wolfridge already waited at the base of the mountain ridge, securing the heavy iron locks on the cargo wagon."I will," Lynn murmured, shutting the heavy oak door against the biting mountain wind.He moved through the stone hall, ripping open the hide bundle