Todos los capítulos de Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

The friction between the three of us escalated into an absolute storm of raw heat and dark obsession.​With Daniel’s rock-solid cock pressing hard against my abdomen and Lucien’s heavy, unrelenting thrusts slamming into me from behind, every sensation was magnified ten-fold. The bed frame groaned under our combined weight as Lucien increased his pace, his broad hands digging into my hips to hold me pinned right where he wanted me.​"Say it, Amber," Lucien growled softly into the crook of my neck, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly command that sent chills racing over my wet skin. "Tell Daniel who owns this body."​My hands clutched frantically at Daniel’s shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscles as a breathless moan was forced from my lips with every heavy impact of Lucien's hips against mine. I looked down into Daniel's dark, blown-out eyes—he was staring up at me with an unhinged, intoxicated grin, his hands sliding down to my waist to pull my lower body flush against

"Then get off your ass and get dressed," Lucien ordered, throwing a fresh pair of trousers at Daniel's chest before turning back to me. His hand slid up my nape, pulling me in for a quick kiss that left no room for doubt about where his mind was still drifting. "We have doors to secure, rations to double-check, and make sure the commanders have their people settled in before sunset."​"And Celestine?" I murmured against his lips, my hands resting lightly against his bare chest.​"Let her sweat," Lucien purred, pulling back with a dark, satisfied glint in his storm-cloud eyes. "She's going to spend all day wondering when the blade is going to drop. By the time dinner starts, she'll be prime for the picking."​Daniel let out a dramatic sigh as he swung his legs out of bed, running a hand through his unkempt hair. "Well, if we're playing political hosts on the literal eve of the end of the world, I better go make sure the intake runs smoothly at the gates. Everyone's bound to be jumpy t

"How the hell did this happen?!" Lucien roared, his thunderous voice echoing off the high stone walls of the hall, cutting through the terrified murmurs of the crowd like a war horn.​The maintenance crew scrambled forward in a panic, dropping straight onto their knees before him, their hands trembling violently.​"We don't know, Boss!" the head technician stammered, his face pale with sheer terror. "We made sure to check everything before the feast! The chains were reinforced, the bolts were secure—we checked it all, Boss, we swear—"​"You don't know?!" Lucien raged, his grip on my waist tightening as his chest heaved with lethal fury. His eyes burned with an unhinged, violent rage. "A second later and Amber would've been crushed by that thing! She could have been killed! And you stand there and tell me you ‘don't know’?!"​Beside us, Daniel’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He didn't say a word, but his hand moved to the holster at his waist, his gaze already scanning the upper rafters w

The tension that had suffocated the hall all evening melted completely into the roar of music, clinking glasses, and heavy laughter. By midnight, half the commanders were singing off-key, the families were settled comfortably into the subterranean living quarters, and the three of us were completely, hopelessly wasted.​The crisp night air hit my face the moment we stepped onto the high balcony. The grand hall below was still buzzing, but up here, it was quiet.​The sky above us was like a canvas dusted with stars, completely oblivious to the fact that it would turn to ash tomorrow.​I leaned against the stone railing, clutching a glass of amber liquor, my cheeks flushed hot from the alcohol. Beside me, Daniel rested his forearms on the ledge, his dark suit jacket tossed somewhere back in the room, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top to reveal his throat. Lucien stood on my other side, towering, solid, and completely unmoving, his heavy arm draped lazily over the stone behind my

The hangover hit before I even opened my eyes.​My head throbbed and my entire body felt as if it had been hit by a truck. Every muscle, every joint was completely spent—the lethal combination of aged whiskey, non-stop adrenaline, and a night of absolute, fucking chaos.We had gone round upon round. They both took turns, taking their sweet time with me, exploring every inch of my body. It felt so good every single time that I didn't stop them. The fuck was great, the adrenaline was addictive and I'm thinking it was all thanks to the alcohol because right now, with a clear head, I'm starting to rethink the whole seven round logic.​When I finally managed to open my eyes, the faint, unnatural violet glow of dawn was filtering through the terrace curtains.​I couldn't move. My throat was sand dry—must've moaned my voice away ​Lucien had his arm wrapped around my waist, his massive frame anchoring my back flush against his chest, his deep, steady breathing vibrating through the mattress