Flames of Obsession의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

Noah came back just after four in the afternoon.I heard his key in the lock and sat up on the top bunk so fast the frame creaked. He stepped inside carrying a paper bag from the convenience store down the street. His eyes were red-rimmed. His hair was a mess. He looked like he had walked around campus for hours without stopping.He shut the door quietly and set the bag on the desk. For a long moment he just stood there with his back to me, shoulders tight under his hoodie.“I got water,” he said finally. “And those protein bars you like.”I did not answer. The silence from last night still sat between us like a third person in the room.Noah turned around. His gaze landed on me and stayed there. He looked exhausted and something else I could not name yet.“I walked around the whole lake,” he said. “Twice. Kept trying to talk myself out of coming back here.”“You can still leave,” I said. My voice came out flatter than I meant it to.He shook his head once. “No. I can’t.”He pulled th

Marcus’s mouth crashed back onto mine before I could answer. The kiss was deeper this time. His tongue shoved past my teeth, claiming every inch of my mouth while his hands dropped to my jeans. He yanked the button open with one hard pull and shoved my soaked panties halfway down my thighs in a single rough motion.Cold air hit my bare ass and the dripping heat between my legs. I whimpered into his mouth.But he didn’t slow down. He lifted me just enough to shove the jeans the rest of the way off, then tore his own open. The heavy, flushed length of his cock sprang free, thick and already leaking against my stomach.“Fuck, look at you.” he growled against my lips voice broken. “So wet already. You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you? Even with her right there… even after what I just did.”I nodded frantically, grinding my bare pussy against the underside of his cock. The thick shaft slid between my folds, coating him in my slick. “Fuck, Marcus… don’t stop, I need it,” I whispered.But

I woke to the sound of steel on stone.For a moment I forgot where I was. The ceiling above me was black timber and old beams, not the low thatch of the safehouses my uncle had dragged me through for years. The air smelled of cold ash and salt. When I sat up, the heavy cloak someone had laid over me slid to my waist.Rowan stood near the narrow window, sharpening a short blade with slow, deliberate strokes. He had not yet noticed I was awake. The early light caught the scars across his knuckles and the tired line of his mouth. He looked like a man who had not slept properly in a very long time.“How long have you been standing there?” I asked.He did not startle. He only finished the stroke he was on and set the whetstone down.“Since before dawn. The bond makes sleep difficult when you are this close.” His voice was quiet, almost careful. “I brought water and bread. It is not much, but the stores here are thin.”A wooden tray sat on the low table beside the bed. I reached for the cup

Silas had barely finished speaking when the door opened.I did not need to look to know who it was. The bond told me first—two more threads pulling tight under my ribs, two more heartbeats syncing with the frantic rhythm of my own. The air in the room changed. It grew heavier, charged, thick with the same hunger that still pulsed between my legs where Silas had left me open and marked.Rowan stepped in first. Silent as ever. His eyes were darker than I had ever seen them, stripped of the careful gentleness he usually wore like armour. They dragged over my bare body with a hunger that looked almost painful—over the bruises already forming on my hips from Silas’s fingers, over the wet mess between my thighs, over the way my chest still rose and fell too fast. Something pained and reverent crossed his face at the same time.Dax followed right behind him. That sharp grin was already in place, but there was nothing playful left in it. Both of them were already hard. The evidence was clear

I hated the east wing the moment the door closed behind me.The rooms were large and cold and carefully emptied of anyone else’s scent. Fresh sheets. Clean surfaces. A bathroom that still smelled of bleach. It was the kind of space prepared for a guest who was not expected to stay long enough to matter. I set my suitcase down and locked the door, then stood in the middle of the floor listening to the silence of an Alpha’s house settle around me.My brother had looked smaller the last time I saw him. The treatments were working, but slowly, and slowly cost money I did not have. That was the only reason I had signed the contract. Two years of living under Ryder’s roof. Two years of sitting beside a man who looked at me like I was a temporary solution to a problem he refused to name. In exchange, the hospital would stop calling. My brother would keep breathing. That had to be enough.I unpacked without care. Clothes in the drawers. Toiletries in the bathroom. The single photograph I had