Logan’s POV. My feet patter down the floorboards as I walk outside, closing my cufflinks. Lester isn’t where I left him. Hmm, he isn’t anywhere in the parlor too. Discarding the concern for my beta, I head outside. I have far more important things to bug myself with. My wolf gave me an ultimatum, find her or he goes into a comatose state. I can’t risk it for anything. The dark sky settles languidly over the dried earth and my moving feet stir wisps of dust as I amble to the garage. Surprisingly, standing before the rolling door of the garage is my beta, hands crossed over his groin. “Lester. What are you doing here?” I ask him with a slight huff of breath, aiming to get the key to my Audi from me. However, Lester skillfully avoids my reaching grips. “You look so good, alpha.” He says with humor, though his expression shows he meant every word he said. “Nice try. Can I have the keys now?” I attempt to grab it yet again but Lester draws back, saying.“Let me drive you there. With
The kinky room lays in a display of weird bondage sex images. My nerves are jumpy as I take in the models in bondage pants, chastity toys—especially the males, yokes, anal hooks, spreader bars, pussy clamps, bondage bed.I step closer, watching each of the pictures intently as my heart jack-knife against the wall of my chest. Grazing my fingertips at some of the pictures, I find out it’s somehow turning me on.Am I sort of insane? How can be so turned on seeing this?Granted, I’ve read several books on BDSM but I’ve never seen a picture or video on how it's being done.I swallow down the lump in my throat, unsure of what to expect from this one nightstand.I bring up the packet of condom and look sadly at it with a humming heart.That man out there looks like someone that can destroy me, can I really stand up to him?The flow of uncertainties through me nearly makes me gag out of fear. I pace to the window, watching the sprawling streets of Oakdale.I guess coming here tonight is a bi
Rain’s POV.I’m equal parts terrified and turned on by this man before me. For once in my life, I doubt someone’s true identity.Am I sure he is real? A human being?Am I sure those changes in his eye color are not real?I’m filled with uncertainties yet I’m spellbound by his gaze. He looks at me like a meal he wants to devour.My intuition never lied. The way he looked at me back at the stage it felt like he is the key to my destruction.It all feels like he can wreck me apart and put me back together. To think I love the idea of being ruined by him. Being ruined for other men.Professor Logan steps up to me, backing me up in the window pane. The buzzing and bustling of Oakdale people and town all tune out with him in my space. Larger than life. Dominating as a dictator.My nipples peaks with mind-blowing awareness, poking the fabric of the low cut trim dress I’m wearing.His Male and bergamot scent harasses my nostrils, sending tendrils of hunger through me. That hunger to lick up h
Rain’s POV.I soar high in bliss while I squirt all over the place with professor Logan’s fingers inside me.He draws out more orgasm from me with his hand. Sneaking this other hand through my naval, he finds my clit and runs his fingertips there with passion.“Yess, ohhhh, yes, daddy!” I shriek, my hair falling into my wet face.I hold the pane, digging my nails into the wood, uncaring about the stab of pains I feel.I’m only aware of the man behind me. In time, he withdraws his fingers from my hole.I hear him humming satisfactorily as he lick up his fingers. A look behind and I find out his eyes are sealed in pleasure.When he flutters them open, he offers me a smug smirk.“Fucking tasty.” He snaps, landing one last spank on my stinging butt-cheek. My body jerks forward, making my nipples graze the wooden window pane.Then I feel his gait budge slightly behind me before the head of his crown inject a dosage of pleasure through me when he slides it through my wet opening.“Fuckkkk.
Rain’s POV.The light, consistent knock on the door spurs me awake and I grunt, feeling the huge banging of my head.“Ouch!!” I grimace, my eyes narrowed as I rise from the bed.Who the hell is that? I stutter inwardly as the knock persists.“Ma'am, it’s already morning. The club managers are about to do a round check.” The person from the other sides says.I keep quiet, trying to figure out how ended up here. I feel so disoriented, like I had several shots of drink.“Seems she’s passed out. Guess we have to break the door down.” The person whispers under their breath and then I hear their fading footsteps in the hallway.I’m still sitting still, my mind whirling until everything about last night starts returning to my mind like a reel.The feeling of intimacy I felt from last night rushing through my veins.“Professor Logan.” I mutter.In desperation, I flit my eyes to the other side of the bed and I find it empty.“He's gone.” I realize, a lone tear dripping from my eyes.So he chos
Third Person POV.Sloppy sounds echoed in the mayor’s room, followed by the muffled moans of a slender woman with unruly raven hair. She was one of the mayor's pleasure girls.The man’s deep grunts flew into the air as the woman beneath him struggled to keep up with his deep thrusts. Her unruly hair tousling over the arm of the couch as the mayor narrowed deeper into her.Her eyes were shut in bliss, a complete contrast to her gaped mouth that spilled out her cries of untamed ecstasy.The town’s people thought of the four rulers as morally righteous men they could repose their trusts in, little did they know about the abounding secrets of these men.All the Four rulers wanted was for people to bow at their mercy. Just like the supernaturals, they loved power. Hence, their reason for becoming immortals.Who’d know these men had existed for two centuries in this town? No one knew the truth except them and their witch, Sinai.“Stop screeching like a banshee!” Mayor Hanks spluttered with
Logan’s POV. The first night with my mate had been amazing more than I’d imagined or heard. I couldn’t let her slip away from my personal space, nor was I able to keep my lips off of her. Sadly, Rain was not in the least aware of that moment of complete intimacy because she was sex-drunk. I watched her doze beautifully, my scent on her undoing me. My father had told me what rutting with a mate felt like back when he was alive. “Son, rutting is the best feeling in the world. It offers otherworldly satisfaction knowing that woman alone belonged to you and no one else.” “You wouldn’t want to keep your hands off of your mate because every time she’s within reach, you’d be reminded of how pleasant your scent is on her. How well her feminine parts take you.”“You'd be reminded she’s the only person in the world that can make you tick, that she’s your soul-bond. Rutting with mates lets you know there’s only one person holding the key to your heart and that’s your mate.” I spent the res
Rain’s POV..“Ahhh…” The moan escapes my mouth when Professor Logan’s tongue strokes my inner thigh.I’m so wet! I can’t believe it's possible for me to be this wet hours after he was lodged inside me. It’s so good! I cry out inside me, trying to keep myself from moaning out loud. “Hmmm…” He coos, his tongue laving the skin of my thighs. He has one of my legs hanging over his shoulder. His face buried so deep into my core. To think his seed still clings to my pussy. I didn’t think I’d see him here at all. Bumping into him in my father’s office brought my body alive. All the while my father was talking, I only thought of him. My cunt filled up with desire for Logan. I thought he'd be gone before I’m out but no. He had been waiting for me here secretly so he could eat me out. How naughty of him. I lower my head and watch the way his face is squeezed together in raw delight. His kisses are divine and arousing. “Ohhh…professor..hmmm.” I cry, placing a hand over my mouth to sile