Bendy X Boris Lemon Novels & Stories

“I’m here to offer my congratulations, Mother, for becoming the next Alpha of Bloodfang,” Liam says with a bow to his mother in her room. The woman looks at him with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, but she looks pleased with herself, her chin held high. She crosses one leg over the other on the sofa she’s sitting on and picks up the glass of wine on the table in front of her.

I shivered like it was cold—but it wasn’t. It was him. It was too much. “Good girl,” he growled low in his throat. “On your hands, arch that back. Let me see what’s mine.” I obeyed without hesitation, lifting my hips, spreading my thighs, presenting myself for him—exactly how he’d want me to. He walked to the wall, fingers trailing over the implements hanging there like tools of worship. Alessandro selected a flogger—long leather tails, soft at the ends but punishing in motion. He tested the weight with a flick of his wrist, then turned to me with a look that made my core clench.

"Amelia, Alpha of the Moonfire Pack, and Leo, Alpha of the Sunstrike Pack, join hands and embrace the harmony between your packs." Amelia's heart soared with hope. Leo, her ally and friend, stepped forward, his eyes blazing with determination. Hand in hand, they stood before the Spirit, their connection radiating with the warmth of sunlight and the tranquility of the moon's gentle glow. Ancient magic washed over them, intertwining their essences and merging their powers. The air crackled with energy as the celestial light of the moon and the fiery energy of the sun blended, creating a dazzling display of harmonious power.

“What’s your name?” “It’s Alexei. What do you want in return?” I can hear my dad’s footsteps coming down the hall, and I start to back away. He reaches out, grabbing onto my wrist and holding me in place. Little shocks of pleasure rush all through my body at his touch, and not even the jingle of his handcuffs can put a damper on this rush of arousal. “Tell me,” he says, even though I know he can hear my dad getting closer too. “I want you to pop my cherry,” I whisper in a rush as he drops my hand, and right before I scurry away, I see his eyes widen in surprise and then darken with a pure, raw need that has me nearly orgasming on the spot.