All Chapters of Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Observing someone as self-contained as Cyrus talking is a bizarre experience. He’s beyond uncomfortable. Huge jaw clenched. He moves from one foot to the other.But I believe every word he’s saying. That edginess is pure discomfort, building towards the point of no return. When he took his top off and wrapped me in it, I felt my wolf rise powerfully. It’s not even the full moon until tomorrow, and all I wanted for a few hazy seconds was to open my legs wider on the ledge.Seeing his bare, mountainous chest and shoulders really didn't help. Especially as he's covered in eye-grabbing tattoos. Each scene is darker, more miserable than the last. Chains, bars, prison walls. Skulls and bones over his pecs, but they’re damaged, chunks missing. He is carpeted in despair. Pure curiosity sees my eyes drawn to his collarbones. He has the tell-tale scar that suggests a matebond. Maybe that's the part I'm meant to start hating him at.His hazel eyes keep flitting up to look at me. Not for long.

One blast of shotgun and my world went black. I didn’t need to be conscious to know that every second after leaving Hope in my room had seen my situation swing from bad to worse. I knew Ervin was on the precipice. That conversation through the racking, maybe I pushed him into this whole thing. Made him think he had to prove his rebel qualities.Clearing the corridor, it was hard to work out what the hell was happening. The shouts and cries over the wailing siren left my wolf on edge. I slinked carefully around the walls. Hope had laughed, repeatedly, at the whole Alpha ego thing, but it turns out, if I'm worrying about Hope, I become a bit of a scaredy-cat. Mainly because I knew she'd open the door eventually. She can only listen to someone else’s instructions for so long. Hope only sits still when she’s drawing. That's why when I heard a growl and gunfire, I knew I had to act. Because if someone had turned savage down here, then they could harm her. Now, in my excellently crafted

Her beautifully desperate pussy finally took every bit of me in. Holding me close we both bellowed with raw pleasure.I'm completely addicted to watching her orgasms. Feeling her breathing change, irises flare, her whole body clenching around me. Jagged nails down my flesh, merging pain into the pleasure of her touch.The unrelenting pressure of being seated so deeply inside saw me begin to tense up. There is only so much torment a man can stand no matter how sweet. With curses sputtering out, I begin to deliver on my roughly spoken promises.I groaned, eyes clamped shut, thighs quaking whilst I filled her. My hands were wrapped in her silvery locks. Seizing her, all inhibitions cast into the wind, I claimed her mouth with ever fiercer kisses. All the while, my body jolted and jerked, pumping into her with everything I had. Keeping her pressed against my chest I almost lifted off the fucking ground with the force of the sensations she ground out of me.I never stopped moving, every s

I’ve never been the kind of guy who is lost for words before. Talking myself into trouble has been more of a problem in the past. I was still reeling from Howen’s insane suicide note when Hope flew into the room. Well, someone who looked like a Hope from a different fucking planet. How can two weeks apart leave her so broken, reduced? The ghost of Hope flew into that room.Even her scent is weaker. Where are the freesias that could knock me off my feet?The sight of her made me seize from head to toe in the worst possible way. Her questions flew at me, her voice so manic and frantic I couldn’t even begin to process what a good answer would be. Stuck in here with Howen, it had been a silent, poised standoff. I’d basically read a letter and insulted him. Now I had a flailing, screaming, grabbing, crazy-eyed whirlwind and my new found ability to stay conscious was being severely tested.Of course I saw the scars on her arms straight away. Those silvery lines just echo pain. Because o

Waking up and finding Cyrus still there was almost a greater relief than realising I could fit his knot inside me. Last time, I woke up alone. This dawn feels like the start of something special. Tucked up warm surrounded by furs and pelts, we resembled a couple of hunter-gatherers. My fearsome caveman lies tamed, his huge chest and powerful legs filling the space around me. To my immediate regret, the marks I left on his body have already healed up. The depressing black and grey tattoos remain. My face is staring directly into an artistically shattered skull.Quick flashes of my actions and words came back, and I could feel my face lighting up like a flare.Oh Goddess, I really did mock Raze whilst showing off my pink ass and knot-crammed core? Never in a thousand years, not in all the romantic daydreams I had of falling in love, did that one fall into the playbook. But mixed in with the embarrassment was a strange pride. Raze entered that storage room with the sole intention of r