Gianna’s POVI freeze with my wrists held captive by his strong hands and under his penetrating and waiting eyes. His question, lingering in the air between us as his gaze reverberates down my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.Unfiltered fantasies that I buried in a dark corner after the first night he uttered it to me, rises to the forefront and assaults me once more. My traitorous pussy becomes slick when I imagine the nights I spent alone in my bed, touching myself to the thought of him calling me his whore.I shouldn’t want a man to call me that, right?It’s demeaning and humiliating.Then why does it arouse me so much? Yet I can’t deny the dirtiness, forbiddenness and tabooness behind it that thrills and pleases the inner dirty girl inside me.As if King can hear my inner battle and torment over my confusing feelings, his gaze softens and he bends. His breath flutters my hair as he whispers in my ear in that voice that could make even the nun want to be bad. “It’s jus
Gianna’s POVI squeal when he picks me up, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. Our skin connects, and my nipples rub against his hard pecs the light chest hair causing friction and I moan. My nails dig into his flexed forearm as he yanks my mouth to his, kissing away my protests until I melt in his embrace.His hand grips the back of my neck tightly so I can’t pull away when I run out of air as he tastes my lips and every corner of my mouth with his tongue.“You’re so goddamn sweet, Gianna.” He groans against my lips before diving in again. “I can’t decide if I love the taste of your kisses or your tight pussy more.” He bite on my neck as he said that. Cool air caresses my naked back but the heat from king’s skin keeps me warm and his kisses leave me drowning that I almost forget about the oblivious audience. Wrapped in his arms as i no longer seem to care. Only a single need remains on my mind.LPlease fuck me, King” I whisper, licking his bottom lip before I
King’s POVNever in the last months did I think I’ll have my beautiful Gianna in my arms again. Naked. Bent over. Begging for my cock in her tight ass. I keep her face tilted forward and trace the back of my knuckle down her spine to her red ass cheek. Her body trembles beneath mine and she shudders violently when I slide my finger between her cheeks to her tiny rosebud. Circling it slowly, I dip my digit lower to her dripping cunt and swirl it in her wetness before rubbing her asshole again. She’s clenched so tight that I’m afraid I’ll come as soon as I push inside.“Spread your ass cheeks,” I growl. “Show me where I’m going to put my cock in.”“Oh god.” She moaned so loudly my dick jumped at the sound. “God isn’t making you sin, Gianna.” I slap her pussy, making her moan. “I am. So it better be my name you scream from those lips.”“King!” She cries out when I pinch her clit. Once. Twice.Her moans turn ragged. I lean over her body and push my wet finger in her mouth, effectively
King’s POV I pull them out just as I feel her clench harder. No way is she coming on my hand. Bending her at the waist, I push my pants and boxers lower and take out my angry dick. The head red with an intense need to fuck like I’ve been wanting to do all night. It was torture knowing she was bare underneath her dress and I couldn’t fill her.I step between her thighs and spread them wider with my legs, her sexy toes glinting in the dark. She still has her hands keeping herself open even though I can sense her nervousness beneath her false bravado. The first time I was gentle, slow but I know she doesn’t want that now.Tonight, she wants to be owned. Our sighs of pleasure are mutual when I dip my cock between her wet folds, lubricating my shaft with her juices. The red crown presses against her clit and I slap it with my tip, making her moan loudly.“Fuck, Gianna. So wet.” I trace her up and down. “So soft.” I push just the head in her cunt. “And tight.”Her walls clench around me
Gianna’s POVI woke up to warmth. I don't want to leave because it’s so comfortable. Heat surrounded me, seeping into my bones and wrapping around my limbs like an unrelenting cage. My skin prickled, my body slowly pulling itself from the haze of sleep but something was off. A shiver ran down my spine. There it was again. The warmth. The heat. But this time, it wasn’t just around me it was on me. Soft. Lingering. Wet. And they are Lips. My breath hitched, my lashes fluttering, but I couldn’t move. My body refused to obey as I lay there, rigid, barely breathing. I felt them again brushing over my skin, slow and unhurried, tracing the mark he had left. King. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. Another kiss. This one firmer as if savoring and as if claiming. I couldn’t suppress the way my body reacted, how my stomach twisted into knots, how warmth pooled low in my belly. A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. And then he stopped. The warmth vanished. I b
Gianna’s POVI didn’t know how long I sat there, frozen in the wake of his words. His brothers. King was their brother and they have no freaking idea but how and when and what???The room was silent but my head was filled with noise. Thoughts crashing against each other, a storm of disbelief, fury, and something far worse something I refused to name. He hadn’t moved. He was watching me, waiting, gauging my reaction like he already knew what was coming. “You’re lying.” It wasn’t a question. It was a desperate plea. A muscle in his jaw twitched but his face remained unreadable. “I’m not.” I let out a shaky breath, trying to piece together the reality I had somehow missed. “That’s not…” I swallowed hard. “That’s not possible.” King tilted his head, his expression cold, indifferent but the tension in his shoulders told me otherwise. “It’s the truth.” “No.” My voice cracked. “No, if that were true, they would have known. I would have known.” His lips curled into something
Gianna’s POV“That tray is for Gianna.” The head of the maids called glaring at me from the door. I quickly went towards the tray that is filled with tall champagne glasses filled with amber liquid. I took deep breaths then started towards the door waiting for the head of the maids to move before I passed. “And I dare you to do anything stupid.” She gritted in my ear as I passed. I held the tray tightly as I walked further into the ballroom that is filled to the brim with men and women in all sorts of outfits. Some are funny while others are downright creepy. It is a masquerade ball and everyone is allowed to dress like humans do during Halloween. That was what the Alpha Kings requested for their annual celebration taking place in our pack this year. Every year, one pack is selected to throw an annual party for the Alpha Kings to appreciate their dedication and commitment to keeping the werewolf realm safe from other creatures. Since I was born, it has never happened. Not once.
Kane’s POVI groaned as my brothers tried their best to wake me up. I’m usually a heavy sleeper, and I just wanted to get a bit of rest before we arrived at the Silver Moon Pack, but it seemed like we were there already."You better get dressed if you want to be at the party," Keith said, staring down at me."Why don’t we just postpone it?" I groaned, sitting up and blinking away the remnants of sleep."Don’t answer him," Klaus grumbled, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his hair.Rolling my eyes, I got up to get ready as well. It was only a few hours before we’d be off to another pack. This life gets exhausting, but being an Alpha King has never been easy.Standing in front of the grand mirror in our private suite, my brothers and I adjusted the final touches of our matching tailored suits. With our identical features—dark hair styled perfectly, stormy gray eyes holding the same intensity, and smooth olive skin—we were the definition of power.Of course there is no other lik
Gianna’s POVI didn’t know how long I sat there, frozen in the wake of his words. His brothers. King was their brother and they have no freaking idea but how and when and what???The room was silent but my head was filled with noise. Thoughts crashing against each other, a storm of disbelief, fury, and something far worse something I refused to name. He hadn’t moved. He was watching me, waiting, gauging my reaction like he already knew what was coming. “You’re lying.” It wasn’t a question. It was a desperate plea. A muscle in his jaw twitched but his face remained unreadable. “I’m not.” I let out a shaky breath, trying to piece together the reality I had somehow missed. “That’s not…” I swallowed hard. “That’s not possible.” King tilted his head, his expression cold, indifferent but the tension in his shoulders told me otherwise. “It’s the truth.” “No.” My voice cracked. “No, if that were true, they would have known. I would have known.” His lips curled into something
Gianna’s POVI woke up to warmth. I don't want to leave because it’s so comfortable. Heat surrounded me, seeping into my bones and wrapping around my limbs like an unrelenting cage. My skin prickled, my body slowly pulling itself from the haze of sleep but something was off. A shiver ran down my spine. There it was again. The warmth. The heat. But this time, it wasn’t just around me it was on me. Soft. Lingering. Wet. And they are Lips. My breath hitched, my lashes fluttering, but I couldn’t move. My body refused to obey as I lay there, rigid, barely breathing. I felt them again brushing over my skin, slow and unhurried, tracing the mark he had left. King. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. Another kiss. This one firmer as if savoring and as if claiming. I couldn’t suppress the way my body reacted, how my stomach twisted into knots, how warmth pooled low in my belly. A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. And then he stopped. The warmth vanished. I b
King’s POV I pull them out just as I feel her clench harder. No way is she coming on my hand. Bending her at the waist, I push my pants and boxers lower and take out my angry dick. The head red with an intense need to fuck like I’ve been wanting to do all night. It was torture knowing she was bare underneath her dress and I couldn’t fill her.I step between her thighs and spread them wider with my legs, her sexy toes glinting in the dark. She still has her hands keeping herself open even though I can sense her nervousness beneath her false bravado. The first time I was gentle, slow but I know she doesn’t want that now.Tonight, she wants to be owned. Our sighs of pleasure are mutual when I dip my cock between her wet folds, lubricating my shaft with her juices. The red crown presses against her clit and I slap it with my tip, making her moan loudly.“Fuck, Gianna. So wet.” I trace her up and down. “So soft.” I push just the head in her cunt. “And tight.”Her walls clench around me
King’s POVNever in the last months did I think I’ll have my beautiful Gianna in my arms again. Naked. Bent over. Begging for my cock in her tight ass. I keep her face tilted forward and trace the back of my knuckle down her spine to her red ass cheek. Her body trembles beneath mine and she shudders violently when I slide my finger between her cheeks to her tiny rosebud. Circling it slowly, I dip my digit lower to her dripping cunt and swirl it in her wetness before rubbing her asshole again. She’s clenched so tight that I’m afraid I’ll come as soon as I push inside.“Spread your ass cheeks,” I growl. “Show me where I’m going to put my cock in.”“Oh god.” She moaned so loudly my dick jumped at the sound. “God isn’t making you sin, Gianna.” I slap her pussy, making her moan. “I am. So it better be my name you scream from those lips.”“King!” She cries out when I pinch her clit. Once. Twice.Her moans turn ragged. I lean over her body and push my wet finger in her mouth, effectively
Gianna’s POVI squeal when he picks me up, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. Our skin connects, and my nipples rub against his hard pecs the light chest hair causing friction and I moan. My nails dig into his flexed forearm as he yanks my mouth to his, kissing away my protests until I melt in his embrace.His hand grips the back of my neck tightly so I can’t pull away when I run out of air as he tastes my lips and every corner of my mouth with his tongue.“You’re so goddamn sweet, Gianna.” He groans against my lips before diving in again. “I can’t decide if I love the taste of your kisses or your tight pussy more.” He bite on my neck as he said that. Cool air caresses my naked back but the heat from king’s skin keeps me warm and his kisses leave me drowning that I almost forget about the oblivious audience. Wrapped in his arms as i no longer seem to care. Only a single need remains on my mind.LPlease fuck me, King” I whisper, licking his bottom lip before I
Gianna’s POVI freeze with my wrists held captive by his strong hands and under his penetrating and waiting eyes. His question, lingering in the air between us as his gaze reverberates down my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.Unfiltered fantasies that I buried in a dark corner after the first night he uttered it to me, rises to the forefront and assaults me once more. My traitorous pussy becomes slick when I imagine the nights I spent alone in my bed, touching myself to the thought of him calling me his whore.I shouldn’t want a man to call me that, right?It’s demeaning and humiliating.Then why does it arouse me so much? Yet I can’t deny the dirtiness, forbiddenness and tabooness behind it that thrills and pleases the inner dirty girl inside me.As if King can hear my inner battle and torment over my confusing feelings, his gaze softens and he bends. His breath flutters my hair as he whispers in my ear in that voice that could make even the nun want to be bad. “It’s jus
King’s POVI realized with deep regret that I couldn’t let her leave. Not like this. There is just something about Gianna that I cannot stay away from. Even knowing she was pregnant for some men out there. My mortal enemies. Not when she had just told me something that shattered every last piece of control I had left. Not when I had just learned that she had carried their children and another inside her and yet still stood before me, looking like she belonged to me. The moment she turned, I moved. My body acted before my mind could catch up before logic or reason could step in and tell me to let her go. My hand shout out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back so hard she gasped, stumbling into my chest. I felt the sharp inhale she took, felt the way her body tensed at the sudden proximity and at the force of my grip and for a second just a second uncertainty flashed in her eyes. With something I used to relish. Fear. But something else was there too. Something wild. Something
Gianna’s POVThe second Gianna’s hands pressed against my chest, something inside me stilled. I could feel the hesitation in her touch, the unsteady tremble of her fingers as if she was battling something deep within her. She wasn’t shoving me away like she should have like she would have if she truly wanted distance between us. No, she was pressing against me but she wasn’t pushing. I could still feel the heat of her, the way her body molded so perfectly against mine as if it had never been apart from me. It was a cruel reminder that no matter how much time had passed, no matter how much I wanted to convince myself otherwise she was still mine. And yet, she had gone back to them The realization burned in my chest like acid but I refused to dwell on it. Not when she was still right here. Not when I could see her and really see her for the first time in so long. She looked different. Healthier. Stronger. There was a glow to her skin that hadn’t been there before, a softness in
Gianna’s POVEach step felt like dragging a mountain behind me. The air was thick, pressing down on my shoulders and making my legs heavier than they had ever been. My heartbeat echoed in my ears filled with an unease i couldn’t shake. I was walking straight into the lion’s den, knowing full well that I might not make a difference. That my words might hold no weight. That I could be wasting my time and my breath and my energy. But i had to try. I had to try for my mates. For my children. For the kingdom that was now mine to protect. I needed to know that at the end of this, I had done everything I could to prevent whatever chaos King had planned. The forest around me was familiar in a way that made my chest ache. This was where I had trained and where I had bled and where I had broken and rebuilt myself. And as soon as I stepped closer to the clearing, his scent hit me like a wave. It wrapped around me through my lungs and sank into my bones. That deep and intoxicating scent of ea