All Chapters of Thirty Dark Nights.: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Grant stayed inside me.His breath was hot against the back of my neck. His cock was still thick, still twitching every few seconds like it hadn’t gotten the message that he’d already come twice. Come leaked down my thighs and soaked the comforter. The wet spot from earlier had grown. I could smell us. Sex and sweat and the faint leftover perfume from the funeral flowers in the hallway.He didn’t pull out.He reached for the phone again, thumb scrolling while his hips gave these tiny, lazy rolls that kept him seated all the way in me.“Uncle Ray,” he muttered. “Six-thirty. That’s four hours.”I made a sound that wasn’t a word.Grant’s hand left the phone and wrapped around my throat from behind. Not tight. Just there. Possessive.“You hear that? Four hours. I’m going to use every minute.”He finally pulled out. Slow. I felt empty and filthy at the same time. Come ran down my balls. He looked at it, then dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed them back into me.“Hold it.”I cl

Elsie. “Don’t move.” The words came out of the dark before I even saw him. I froze in the middle of the guest wing hallway with a glass of water in my hand and my sister’s borrowed robe hanging off one shoulder. Three in the morning. The whole pack house was supposed to be asleep. The mating weekend had already run two days long and I was only here because they needed the extra rooms. Ronan stepped out of the shadows like he had been waiting for me. I knew his face. Everyone in the territory knew his face. He was the Alpha who was supposed to walk my sister down the aisle in three days. Tall. Broad. Shirtless from a night run, sweat still shining on his chest, dark hair pushed back like he had been fighting something the whole way home. Then the pull hit. It was not gentle. It slammed into my ribs so hard the glass slipped and water splashed across the floorboards. Heat flooded my stomach. My wolf, the quiet one that never caused trouble, sat up and howled inside my skull. Ronan

Elsie “In here. Now.” Ronan’s hand closed around my wrist in the middle of the east corridor and he pulled me into the library before I could even look over my shoulder. The door clicked shut. He crowded me against the stacks, one palm over my mouth, the other already shoving my skirt up. My sister was two rooms over picking flowers. I could hear her through the open hall, laughing with the florist about white roses and dusk light. I had been standing there holding a stack of seating cards like a good little sister. Now my back was against leather spines and Ronan’s thigh was forcing mine apart. “You walked past me smelling like last night,” he said against my ear. “Still full of me and you thought I would let you keep walking.” He dragged my underwear to the side. Two fingers pushed into me without warning. I was already wet. I had been wet since I woke up leaking him onto the sheets. He curled those fingers and found the spot that made my knees give. “Quiet. She is right there

Elsie.“On your knees. Face the vent.” I was already there when he came through the connecting door. Night before the ceremony. My sister had spent the whole day finalizing the date, the dusk timing, the last seating cards. Ronan had stood beside her for most of it, smiling when the pack looked, his hand on the small of her back like a good intended mate. Then he had pulled me aside in the corridor and told the house I was moving into the adjoining suite permanently so I would be close to family. Now he shut the door, locked it, and pointed at the wall. I turned. I put my palms on the plaster under the vent. I heard her laugh on the other side, bright and easy, talking to her friends about tomorrow. About walking toward him. About the moment the bond would supposedly snap into place in front of everyone. Ronan stepped up behind me and shoved my sleep shirt up over my breasts. He dragged my underwear down to my knees and left them there. Then he notched himself against me and push

Ivy’s POV Roman’s bed still smelled like him and the cologne he wore to the funeral. He didn’t let me shower first. He put me on my back, pulled my knees to my chest, and pushed back into the mess they’d already made of me in the hallway. Slow this time. Like he was teaching the mattress my shape. Dean stood at the foot of the bed and watched, stroking himself until Roman pulled out and nodded. Then Dean took his place. Same angle. Same depth. Cole and Vance waited their turns like it was a schedule. When they were finished they didn’t send me to the guest room. Roman pulled the sheet over both of us and said, “Sleep.” His arm stayed across my waist the whole night. I woke up with his cock already hard against my ass and his fingers already inside me, checking. Breakfast was coffee and silence. No one mentioned hotels. That night it was Dean’s old room. Twin bed from when he was seventeen, posters still on the wall, baseball trophies on the shelf. He bent me over the edge o