All Chapters of GOMORRAH DADDIES: Desire of Sin: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Keep your gaze locked right on me while I claim this massive, thick body, Mike," Lot Mcqueen commands, his sharp fangs scraping against Mike James's throat as he continues to drive his tongue deep inside the younger man's mouth."Do not stop, Don Lot, break me completely," Mike groans out, his large hands gripping the older vampire's shoulders, his nails digging into the skin as his heavy thighs twitch on the cold metal surface of the blood bank counter."Acknowledge how much you need your master to fill you up," Lot orders, his breath hot and ragged against Mike's lips as his large, scarred hands drag up Mike's thick torso, squeezing the heavy muscle of his chest."I need it, Daddy, I want your raw weight stretching me out," Mike barks, his voice trembling with an explicit, heavy heat that floods the entire room."You want the Syndicate boss to claim your inside completely?" Lot asks, his pitch-black eyes flaring with lethal dominance."Yes, fuck yes, slam your thick dick inside my

Thorne Caldermere strode past the iron gates of the Hollowmere Wolf Den, his inner wolf snarling at the heavy scent of unwashed shifters. If his mother and aunt had not begged him to let his lazy cousin Garren stay in the pack-owned den, he would have left the rogue out in the wilderness to starve."Alpha Thorne, your cousin is inside," Gatekeeper Fenric said, bowing his head quickly to avoid the dominant pressure radiating from the pack leader."If he has brought shame to the Caldermere territory again, I will exile him myself," Thorne growled, pushing past the gatekeeper and heading straight for the Moonlift Chamber.The stone platform shot upward, but the brief ride did nothing to cool the fiery rage simmering in Thorne's chest. Garren had been gifted the den two weeks ago to get his pack business back on track, yet three separate noise complaints had already reached the Alpha Council Office.Thorne stepped out onto the fifth floor, the faint sound of primitive drums guiding his he

Thorne Caldermere followed him into the sleeping quarters, his gaze fixed onto the small space where the Omega’s belongings were now kept. The heavy masculine scent of oakmoss and winter forest clung to the stone walls, an immediate confirmation that this was the Alpha’s personal sanctuary, yet the pack leader was turning it over to him entirely.Thorne seemed to be completely committed to the bond. Leo had assumed he would be placed in a lesser chamber down the hall, but the Alpha had brought him straight into his own bed.The thought should have sent his inner wolf clawing to flee the fortress, but his instincts remained utterly still. Having a high-ranking Alpha like Thorne want him, swear to protect him, and provide for him felt entirely like a dream. He could not help but wonder if the cruelty of the world was setting a trap for him.Perhaps the chaos at the Hollowmere Wolf Den had simply broken his judgment. He was clearly operating on raw instinct, but as Thorne stepped back in

The sheets felt tangled around Leo’s skin, smelling heavily of Thorne’s dark winter musk and the thick, sticky slick they had traded until the early hours. Every single time he tried to focus on the reality of his old life or the danger of his packless status, the Alpha would clamp his jaw onto his throat, forcing all thoughts away until there was only the raw heat of the mate bond.He had sent a message through a messenger bird to the Frostblossom Herb House last night, crafting a lie to Brynja Thornbrook that a silver-rot fever had taken his wolf and he could not tend the winter roots today. The deception felt like lead in his chest, but the bone-deep soreness stretching across his hips made it impossible to walk the lower paths. Thorne had claimed his body with such relentless, territorial weight that the Alpha remained dead to the world beside him, his massive bare chest rising and falling against the dark furs.Leo rolled onto his broad side, propping his elbow against the thick

Thorne arrived early at the stone steps of the Frostblossom Herb House, his inner beast clawing at his ribs to reclaim his Omega."I will fetch the boy myself," Thorne growled to Rorik as he threw open the heavy carriage door.The high-market paths were thick with lower-tier wolves, and Thorne forced his way through the scent lines toward the main counter. Brynja Thornbrook was occupied with an elder warrior, her nose twitching at the sudden arrival of the pack leader.Thorne scanned the drying racks for his silver-blonde mate, but the front chamber held no trace of Leo's heavy, sweet musk."Where is the Ashwynd boy?" Thorne demanded the moment the customer cleared the threshold."Leo left the tables hours ago, Alpha. His wolf was burning with a sudden sickness," Brynja reported, her brow furrowed in genuine concern."He was suffering?""The frost-fever must have taken his strength after the weekend. If your guards find his nest, tell the boy to keep to his furs until the next moon cy