Todos los capítulos de Darkest Cravings (90 Types Of Longing): Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

My queen was asleep when I left our chambers.I told myself I needed air. That the weight of the crown had made the walls feel suffocating, that the council's endless demands had left me restless. I had a kingdom full of excuses.But the truth was waiting for me in the eastern gardens.I wanted to see Seraphina.She stood beneath the silver willow, her hands clasped before her, her husband's cloak draped over her shoulders. The sight of it made something ugly twist inside my chest.She hadn't seen me yet.For a moment, I allowed myself to look.Her dark hair fell in loose waves down her back, and the moonlight caught the delicate curve of her cheek. She looked tired. The same expression she had whenever she misses my wolf's touch or whenever we were surrounded by our spouses. Whenever her husband rested a hand on her waist and she glanced across the room at me.Whenever my queen called me darling, and Seraphina lowered her eyes.We had perfected the art of pretending.We smiled at din

“If I say I want you,” I murmured against her ear, “you should be under me with my cock buried in that tight little pussy of yours.”I’d been chasing Glowie for months. Tonight she finally stopped pretending she didn’t want it too.I took her wrist gently and guided her back onto the bed. “My husband’s downstairs,” she whispered, voice shaky with nerves more than fear. “Gerald… we have to be quiet.”“I know.” I brushed my mouth over the soft skin of her belly.“So tender…” I moaned. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Just let me have you. I’ll make it so good you’ll forget everything else.”She let out a soft, needy sound and opened her thighs for me. “But… best friends aren’t supposed to know how each other taste,” she breathed, her voice hoarse.“Then it’s a good thing we’re not just friends anymore.”I settled between her legs, letting the hunger I’ve hidden for years take over.Her skin was so soft, like that of a baby. My hands moved with ease, settled on her waist, then shoved her

“Don’t you want my cucumber anymore, baby…” I whispered against her ear.“What cucumber?” She shoved me off her and tried to stand. I caught her wrist and pulled her straight back down onto the bed.I leaned in, brushing a soft kiss along the side of her neck. “What’s wrong, babe? Did I upset you?”Then I bit down gently. She gasped, a half scream and half moan. I smiled against her skin. “You like that? You clearly want me. So why are you fighting it?”She grabbed my face and forced me to look at her. “Of course I want you. But I’m tired of just your hard cock. I’ve told you what I actually want. Your tongue, but you keep refusing.”“Babe…”She looked away. “You think I’m dirty. I’m your girlfriend and you still won’t go down on me. Meanwhile your father cleans every plate his girlfriends put in front of him. Maybe I should just go meet him instead.”I pressed the obvious bulge in my shorts against her thigh, rocking once. “You sure you don’t want this?”She sighed and started to sl

My stepmother shifted in front of me inside the tent, her perfect, curly ass pressing harder against me. I couldn’t tell if she was still asleep or doing it on purpose the way she always did when she wanted to seduce me.We had come out for a picnic, but the wind had taken my dad’s tent, forcing them to squeeze into mine.I should have turned away and given her space. Instead I stayed right where I was. My cock was already getting hard.She looked sexy wearing my clothes.I slowly pulled my pants down to my thighs and freed my cock. I covered her mouth with one hand so she wouldn’t make a sound and wake my dad, who was sleeping at the other end of the tent.My cock moved on its own, teasing against her ass. My stepmother instantly bit down on my hand and turned to look at me. I bit my tongue, trying not to show how badly I wanted her, then glanced down at my hard cock. A small, dirty smile curved her lips.She pushed her ass closer against it and turned away again.A small smile reste

“Take it easy on me… brother… please…”Auro’s voice was a broken whisper under my skin as I sank into her, slowly and deep. The kind of pace that made her feel every inch while our parents snored on the other side of the thin wall.I lowered my head and dragged my tongue over her tight nipple, circling, then sucking just hard enough to make her jolt. Her back arched off the cushions.“You like calling me that, don’t you?” I murmured against her breast. “Brother.” My hips rolled again, grinding deep so the head of my cock pressed against the softest part of her. “Isn’t it time you stopped? Brothers aren’t supposed to know exactly how their sister’s cunt tastes.”She shivered. I wrapped a hand around her throat, not squeezing, just holding and fucked her in long, measured strokes. I wasn't rushing, just making her feel how full she was, how small she still felt around me even after all this time.Twenty-five times. That was the count since the night my mother married her father. The sam