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Andre's POV The hospital's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry wasps. I'd been pacing the waiting room for three hours, knuckles raw, mind a hurricane of rage and self-loathing. The attack would be all over the supernatural community by morning. Alpha Andre Castellano, losing control, striking his mistress in front of the council. Lucas wouldn't even need to call for a vote now. "Mr. Castellano?" I looked up to see a doctor in scrubs, expression carefully neutral—the professional mask of someone delivering complicated news.

“Deeper. Harder. All of us.” We answered. The chamber walls shimmered as the four of us stepped fully into the physical plane once more. The air thickened instantly with shared arousal. Silas claimed Vespera first, lifting her and driving his massive cock into her soaked pussy in one commanding thrust. Draven moved behind her, slicking himself with her dripping arousal before pressing into her tight ass. She cried out, stretched gloriously between the two powerful alphas. Lorien fed her his cock, sliding deep into her throat while Sable straddled her face from above, grinding desperately.

I hated that the last words from Adrian that I remember were said in anger. A bitter laugh slipped through my lips, sounding almost hysterical. My future died that night. Alexei’s gaze, pale blue like mine, was heavy and dark, pinning me to the spot as my heart shuddered. “He wasn’t as good for you as we hoped,” he said in a cold voice, sending a shock wave through me. “Not anymore.” Our gazes met. My brows furrowed. Why would he say that? Shadows in his eyes danced and threatened. He held my stare, as if he waited. Waited for what though?

Pleasure scorching her skin with deep heat. Drystan fondled her ass, wiggling his face against her core while licking every juice. Her stomach tightened, pleasure curling into waves that formed orgasm. “Drystan…” Rosealba screamed. Breathless and uneven but he didn't stop. Her legs shook and she slumped, but he gripped her, pressing her into his face. Rosealba held onto his head, trying to pull him away. “Please,” Rosealba whispered, eyes rolling backward.

But then, she loved the fierce look in his eyes like he wanted to do everything, damning and sultry, to her. And so, the look in her eyes changed too and a light smirk formed on her lips while her eyes danced with lust and a dirty thought, "I didn't listen to you and came again. Are you gonna turn me over, pin me down this touch and fuck me till I learn my lesson?" "Fuck!" Alpha Elijah groaned. He didn't know she could talk dirty too. "I really want your cock to teach me a lesson," She said, slowly licking her lips. Elijah snapped. She literally watched his eyes flash a demonic shade of red, right before he reached in and tugged the shirt down her shoulders, forcing the buttons open with pur

She tasted like sin and trouble, and I was starving for more. I bit her lower lip, relishing the gasp that escaped her, and used the momentum to flip us over. In a heartbeat, she was pinned beneath me, her hair fanned out on the white pillows like a halo. “You started this,” I muttered against her lips, my hand sliding down to hike up her dress, desperate to feel skin. “Don’t you dare try to run now.” “I’m not running, Alpha Lucian” she whispered, I felt her hand slide up my shoulder, her fingers caressing the nape of my neck gently. I relaxed into the touch, my eyes all but locked in her silvery blue ones through the mask.

I need him everywhere. A raw growl rips from his throat as he forces me harder into the door and loses the will to fight. His lips devour mine—sucking, his teeth biting hard and his tongue exploring my mouth. I moan, running my hands down his abdomen to finally grasp his belt. His teeth sink into my bottom lip, his hand moving to my breast to squeeze it firmly. Aleister pulls away again, his breaths heavy and his eyes dark. “ you see me after a week and the first thought you get is to fuck me in your room just some distance away from your friends and family? ”

I really do not know how much it means to him, but I have also noticed how he spends most of his time caressing it. “I have nothing to do with demons,” he murmurs as he withdraws his hand from mine, once again, touching the ring. “My younger brother is. I only bear his name and title because he is very hideous.” “You bear his name?” The old man smiles and takes his eyes back to his fingers. “Yes. He is Xaulfur, the demon-obsessed. I’m Daymion, the Alpha.”

"The freak who was hunting your scent has completely vanished." Lestat lets out a long, heavy sigh, running his fingers through his dark hair with a look of pure irritation I can't even begin to understand. "Throwing your mouth at a strange Alpha in the middle of the street isn't the smartest survival move," he grunts, placing a heavy palm against my spine as he guides me down the main stone drag of the territory. His walk is completely off... his heavy boots dragging slightly against the dirt, like a warrior fighting off a heavy sleeping hex. Does he have weak knees from our kiss, too? My face burns hotter at the very thought.

Chapter 3: The Alpha's Possession** --- Damon's dark eyes fell on her, and he could feel her trembling beneath his gaze. His eyes never left her until she exited the courtyard. Damon’s smirk was replaced with a grim expression as he turned to his right-hand man, Alfred. "Take her body to my pets in the dungeon," Damon ordered, and Alfred quickly obliged. Alfred, who had served the Alpha as his Beta and right-hand man, wasted no time passing the instructions to the guards. Something told him his Alpha was in a bad mood, and irritating him further was not the wisest choice—unless he had plans of ending up six feet under.