Todos los capítulos de FATED TO MY ENEMY, BOUND BY SIN: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

“Fuck.”Asher’s growl vibrated against my lips, low and filthy, but I failed to say anything.I was still gasping, still trying to find air around the thick stretch of him buried so deep I could feel every brutal inch pulsing inside. My body fluttered helplessly around his cock, tender and overworked, every tiny shift of his hips sending aftershocks ripping through me.The slickness helped, but it didn’t stop the burn.He didn’t move yet. He just stayed locked there, hips flush to mine, letting me feel the full, obscene weight of him. His forehead stayed pressed to mine, sweat-slick skin sliding together and his breath punching out in ragged bursts against my mouth.Then slowly he rolled his hips.One long thrust in and punishing drag out that made me feel every thick inch of him pulling out only to slam back in. Each stroke punched the air from my lungs and every time the thick head dragged over that swollen place inside, until I shook, nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapping

I stayed under the hot spray of the shower until my fingertips pruned and the ache in my ass and between my legs dulled to a low, manageable throb. The water washed away layers of sweat, cum, and the lingering scent of Asher, though I could still catch faint traces of him on my skin no matter how hard I scrubbed. My body felt raw in places I didn’t know could feel raw, nipples stinging under the stream, inner thighs protesting every step, the stretch in my hole still throbbing but beneath the soreness was this strange, humming satisfaction I couldn’t quite hate. And that made me want to put my fist through the tile.I was straight. Always had been. The idea of another man’s hands on me, another man’s cock inside me, still turned my stomach. But the mate bond didn’t give a single fuck about what I wanted. It had sunk its claws in deep the second Asher claimed me, and every time he touched me it only got worse. Disgust and need twisted together until I couldn’t tell them apart.When I f

A branch snapped and I spun immediately.A man stood maybe ten feet away, half-shadowed by the low boughs. Shorter than Asher but broad through the shoulders, dressed in dark tactical gear that looked too clean for these woods. Short-cropped silver-streaked hair. Pale eyes that caught what little light filtered through the canopy and threw it back like ice.“Sorry for startling you.” He spoke first with his hands raised up in surrender. There was something about his voice that made my skin crawl worse than the chase had.I took a step back, bare feet sinking into snow. The oversized t-shirt hung loose on my lean frame. “Who are you?” I asked, watching him seriously.He tilted his head, studying me like I was something he’d been expecting to find.“You will know me so soon,” he responded.“Does Alpha Asher know that you’re here?” I demanded, voice steadier than I felt.“No.” The word came out smooth. “He doesn’t.” He added and my stomach dropped another inch. “Then who the hell are you

He didn’t slow down even after my plea. The heavy oak door to his suite banged open under his shoulder. He hauled me inside, kicked it shut behind us, and spun me until my back hit the smooth wood.His body caged mine instantly, knees bracketing my thin thighs, one forearm braced above my head, the other hand fisting the front of the borrowed t-shirt and yanking it up until cool air hit my bare stomach.“You think you can come back to me carrying another wolf’s scent and walk away untouched?” he growled against my ear. “You think I’ll let you keep secrets?”“I didn’t....” I started.He cut me off with his mouth.The kiss was punishing, teeth and tongue and raw hunger. He bit my lower lip hard enough to sting, then soothed the hurt with a slow lick that made my knees want to buckle even as my stomach turned. When he pulled back, his eyes were wild.“Say his name,” he demanded.“I won’t.”His hand slid between us, fingers curling possessively over the front of my thin pants, cupping my

DYLAN’S POVI woke up first, the soft gray light of early dawn barely touching the room. My body felt heavy and deliciously wrecked, every muscle sore, my hole throbbing with a deep, used ache that radiated up my spine and into my gut. Asher’s thick cock had spent hours stretching me open, filling me, claiming me until I couldn’t remember anything but his name. Cum still leaked slowly from my ass, sticky and warm, mixing with the leftover lube that made everything slick and filthy. My nipples were tender from his teeth, my throat raw from the sounds I had tried so hard not to make, and faint bite marks bloomed across my thin frame like dark claims.He was still buried deep inside me, even in sleep. His heavy weight pinned me to the mattress in the most perfect and most humiliating way, one thick arm locked around my waist, his large hand possessively gripping my ass. His chest rose and fell in slow, deep breaths, a low rumbling snore vibrating through him. His face was completely rela