All Chapters of Caught In Between Lust And Desires Book 2: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

🖱️ Victor 🖱️I spent another hours trying to reach Jayden through the bond.Six whole hours.By the end of the first hour, I had already started questioning my life choices. By the end of the third, I had questioned the existence of the universe. By the end of the sixth, I was sitting on the floor with my back against the sofa, staring at the ceiling and wondering if I had somehow died again without noticing.“This is ridiculous,” I muttered.My monster didn’t answer.I opened one eye.“Did you fall asleep?”No.“Then why aren’t you helping?”I am helping.“You have been telling me to focus for six hours.”Because you keep losing focus.“I am trying to reach my mate through a bond that feels like it has been tied up, locked in a box and thrown into another dimension.”You are being dramatic.“I am a former vampire king and dragon prince. Drama is part of my heritage.”My monster went silent. I sat up and rubbed my face. The truth was, I had no idea what I was doing.The bond between

🖱️Jayden🖱️Sammy teeth went into the skin on my neck and my cock went fucking hard. I didn’t know when we got to the mirror, it was obvious he wanted me to look at who was about to give me pleasure.It was as if he was channeling all his jealousy into giving me pleasure… I never intended to make my sammy feel this way.“Bend over my love” he ordered in a sweet yet horny manner.I bent. He pulled my hips back until my ass was pressed right against his shorts. He was rock hard."Hubby..." I mumbled, voice coming out small.He breathed out heavy. "This is so fucked." His hand stayed put though. "I want you so bad beyond comprehension."That hit me. Sammy is clouded with jealousy mixed with pleasure. He spun me around quick and shoved me back against the mirror.The glass was cold on my skin. Sammy bent me in. One hand went straight down my boxer and grabbed my cock."Damn," he muttered, stroking slow. "You're already hard. Look at that." Jealousy was thick in his voice but he kept mo

🖱️ River 🖱️“So, baby, the Festival of Light this year.” I leaned against the doorframe of our study, watching my wife flip through yet another stack of documents like they’d personally wronged her. “I don’t get it. Why is it being held so fast?”Jane didn’t even look up.“Seriously? Wolf boy, you don’t know why your Supreme King wants the Festival of Light moved up?”“If I know, I wouldn’t ask, baby.”“If I know, I wouldn’t ask, baby,” she repeated back at me in a mocking singsong voice, not even bothering to look up from her papers.“You’re not cute when you act like that.“Did my husband just call me not cute?”She looked up then, feigning an expression of complete devastation, mouth falling open like I’d wounded her to her very soul. It lasted exactly two seconds before she was grinning, and I couldn’t help it I burst out laughing.Moon goddess, could I love this fairy any less?She was annoying. She was smug. She latched onto being right about things like a leech that had found

🖱️ Sammy 🖱️‘Who pissed off our mate?’My wolf’s voice cut through my concentration so sharply I nearly dropped the file I’d been reading. I sat up straighter at my desk, frowning at nothing in particular.“What?”‘The bond. Can’t you feel it?’I paused, actually paying attention this time instead of half-listening while I skimmed border patrol reports. There it was a low thrum running under my skin, faint but unmistakable, the particular frequency the bond only carried when Jayden’s temper had flared somewhere on the other side of the palaceNot fear that jagged panic that had become so familiar these last four months.Just irritation, simmering and contained, like a kettle that had been brought to a boil and then deliberately turned down before it could scream.Someone’s in trouble, my wolf said, sounding entirely too pleased about it.“Or something,” I muttered, already standing. “Could be paperwork.”‘It’s not paperwork. Paperwork doesn’t make the air taste like ozone.’I left t

🖱️ Victor 🖱️The train smelled like too many nervous men in one enclosed space.I'd found a seat near the window, mostly so I could pretend to be absorbed in the passing scenery instead of making eye contact with any of the other three hundred strangers currently sharing my name. It hadn't worked particularly well. Every few minutes, someone new leaned across the aisle to introduce themselves like we were all at some deeply misguided family reunion."Victor," said the man across from me, sticking out a hand. "You too, huh?""Apparently.""Wild, right? I run a bakery three towns over. Never won so much as a raffle in my life, and suddenly I've got a VIP ticket to some festival I've never heard of." He laughed, easy and unbothered, the laugh of a man who'd never once had to wonder if his own reflection belonged to him. "You know what it's even for?""Not really," I lied."Something about a festival of light. My wife thinks it's tied to some old legend. Vampire king, dragon prince, tra