Novels by 🌙✨ InkAfterMidnight

The money wasn't the point. I wasn't getting rich behind this counter. But I needed to earn something of my own not because Jace asked me to, not because he kept track, but because it mattered to me that I brought something to what we had. That I wasn't only receiving.And there was something else this place gave me that the mountain for all the peace it held simply couldn't: the world, in small, manageable pieces. Other voices. Other rhythms. My therapist said it was healthy. I was beginning to think she might be right.We'd both started therapy. Virtual sessions, which made it possible. For me, it wasn't unfamiliar. I'd been in and out of it before. For Jace, it was entirely new ground, and he moved across it the way he moved across anything unknown: slowly, watching for the wrong step. He didn't fully trust his therapist yet. Probably the most honest evidence of that was the session where she had carefully suggested that our need for each other, while real and deep, shouldn't be

"I failed her. I never gave her the love she was owed. "Stop." I kept my voice level. "You were a child. None of that weight belongs to you. She knew she was loved, and none of what happened was your fault."I said it twice, because once was not going to be enough.Then I climbed into his lap.His entire body let go.His arms closed around me with the grip of someone who had decided, very firmly, that letting go was not something he was willing to practice.People used to make fun of me for crying easily. Boys at school had a whole vocabulary for it. Somewhere along the way, the world had decided that a man with visible feelings was a man with a crack in him.I had always believed the opposite. I thought it took more to feel openly than to hold everything behind your teeth and pretend. And when my tears finally came, Jace came undone right alongside me grieving the boy he'd once been, mourning what had been taken before he even knew its name. But beneath all of it, pressed quietly be

The more the years passed, the deeper his hold on you became. Children are fragile that way their minds open, their trust given freely. I was terrified that pulling you away from him would only make you despise me. But somewhere along the way, the truth became impossible to ignore: getting you out was the only thing that truly mattered.You were worth so much more than the life we were living.That realization was what pushed me to start planning our escape. Deep down, though, I think I already knew it was too late to save myself. But not you, Jace. Please hear me when I say this: it is never too late for you.I found an attorney willing to help me find a way out. Over the years, Dave had quietly built up a fortune, money poured into his hands by people desperate to be called Enlightened. We had to vanish completely. If we didn't, he would never stop hunting us.All I have ever wanted is a better life for you. I want you to see the world beyond these walls, to feel things that are r

Jace POV"Mine."One word from his lips. My word, the one I had claimed so many times and now he was giving it back to me, and the weight of it was different coming from him. Heavier. Truer.He understood what was happening. Not just the physical act of being above me, but what it cost me to allow it. What I was laying down without saying a word.Everything. Willingly. For him.His gaze never left my face. Not once. And I kept mine on his, which was new to this steady, open looking, neither of us blinking away.I pressed my thumb into the bruise at his throat, the one my mouth had made, and he shuddered hard and bore down against me, and the sound that tore out of me had nothing civilized in it.His body was heat and pressure and everything I had ever wanted to lose inside. He moved, and I moved with him, and at some point the line between giving and taking dissolved entirely, became something else, became just us."Everything," he breathed. "Give it all to me."I dragged him down t

Jace POVI wanted him in front of me. Not from memory. From life.Painting Tim from memory had become as natural to me as breathing, but there was something entirely different about having him there real and warm and present, lying still for me because he chose to.We carried the supplies inside, shed the winter layers, and made our way to the bedroom.Sharing my art room with him had cost me something. Not in a bad way. In the way that all real things cost , giving someone a piece of yourself you've kept hidden for years pulls at something internal on the way out. But Tim was mine, and I wanted him to have all of me. Every part I had spent years protecting from the outside world."Take your clothes off," I told him. "Let me see what's

Spoon by spoon, quietly, without making it into anything bigger than it was, he fed me. And when the bowl was empty, I took the medication from his palm and the cup he held out, and I swallowed them both.He curled into my side. I held him with the arm that still had some strength in it."In foster care," I started slowly, "they put things in my food. The boys."Tim's face went soft and sad. "Jace""I know you wouldn't." I cut him off before he could say it, because I needed him to know I already knew. "Dave did it too, sometimes. Sedated us. Made us sick when it served him." I paused. "When he wanted me to be with Hillary when I couldn't he gave me something to make my body cooperate."The quiet that followed was

"Not so fast."Kai wished he could take it back the moment he said it.Too late.The door flew open and slammed against the wall.Marco stood in the frame, chest heaving, eyes wild. He didn't ask questions. He crossed the room, grabbed Emma by the collar, and dragged him backward like he weighed nothing."Get away from him."Emma stumbled, nearly hit the floor.Marco already had Kai by the wrist, pulling him upright, scanning him head to toe."Are you hurt? Did he do something?"Kai pulled his arm free. "Are you insane right now?"That made Marco pause.His grip loosened. His eyes narrowed. "You're... speaking clearly.""Yes.""You're not " He faltered. "Someone told me you got dragged up here drunk.""I walked up here on my own two feet."Dead silence.Emma stood a few feet away, shirt in hand, watching the two of them like he'd stumbled into a different conversation entirely. "Should I... come back?""We're not a thing," Kai said."Never," Marco said.Both at once.Emma looked betw

Emma's question barely registered.Kai was already moving, fingers locked around Emma's wrist, pulling him toward the stairs without a word.Room one. Voices inside. Room two. Same. Room three. Worse someone laughed right as Kai reached for the handle. He let go without knocking.The last door at the end of the hall swung open.Dark. Quiet. Good enough.He shoved Emma in first, stepped in after, and threw the door shut. The frame rattled."Somebody's impatient." Emma's grin was slow, unbothered.Kai dropped his jacket on the floor and said nothing. He knew himself well enough to know what happened when he started thinking he'd already talked himself out of this twice this week. Once over Alex. Once over that stranger whose face he still couldn't place. Two people who weren't his, had never been his, and still somehow took up more space in his head than anyone who was actually standing in front of him.Not tonight.He closed the distance between them and kissed Emma before the though

Kai went still.He turned the words over slowly.An alpha announcing his intentions. Asking, essentially, without asking. Giving Kai room to say no before anything started.Emma Rossi checked every box. Objectively. Silver hair, green eyes, the kind of easy confidence that didn't need to announce itself. Not overbearing. Not the type to corner someone. Good-looking enough that half the room had tracked him when he walked in.Everything Kai had told himself he wanted.So why did looking at him feeling like settling?He drank. Long and hard. Let it burn.Because you're an idiot, he told himself. Because you've been holding a door open for someone who lost your address years ago.He'd read every article. Searched every forum at 5am with the lights off like the answers were something to be ashamed of. They all said the same thing the first time leaves a mark. His first time as an omega had been confusion and heat and something he still didn't have a clean word for.His body had learned th

Present dayKai lasted thirty seconds inside before he wanted to leave.The bass rattled his chest. Fake fog covered the floor knee-deep, and the air was so thick with mixed scents it felt like trying to breathe through a wet cloth."This is terrible," he said.Marco walked ahead like he hadn't heard.Kai followed anyway, weaving through the crowd. Bodies everywhere. Drinks everywhere. Lights cutting across faces in colors that made everyone look slightly ill.He hadn't bothered with a costume. Black shirt, dark jeans. He'd figured that was enough effort for a party he hadn't wanted to attend.Moonbeam day.He despised Moonbeam day.Every year the whole campus lost its mind for a week house parties, street parties, people in costumes stumbling between addresses like it was a sport. Everyone treated it like a celebration.For Kai, it was a reminder.Four years ago, at a party exactly like this one, everything had gone wrong.His heat had come without warning. A masked alpha he still co

Flash backKai's arms wouldn't work.He pushed. He actually pushed hard. Nothing happened. The man behind him didn't even budge.The smell hit him next sharp, heavy, suffocating. It filled his lungs and scrambled his brain. He couldn't think straight. Couldn't focus on anything except the fact that he couldn't breathe right.His heart was losing it.Something's wrong.Kai had turned seventeen last month without performing. Most kids got their secondary gender at sixteen. Some waited longer. But not him. Not yet. His parents had started the whispers maybe he'd be a beta. Kai had hated that idea.Now he was bent over a bathroom sink with a masked stranger holding him down.The man shifted. Kai's stomach lurched."Stop," Kai managed. His voice came out broken. Desperate.He heard himself make a sound he didn't recognize.His whole body lit up on fire.What the hell His skin felt raw. Every nerve ending screamed. His throat was dry. Even breathing felt like drowning.Kai's fingers scr

Yeahh, girls, yeah! That’s right! Do it. Kiss, kiss again! Oh, great! Enjoy yourselves! Uuuuu, cool, babes! I love you! Yes, so nice! So fucking nice!Jenya, young Russian businessman, was sitting on the broad sofa, enjoying the sight. He was fond of these 3 babes, 3 contact sluts who appeared on his first call. He was very rich; he had 5 lover girls within the city and always offered a bounty to each of them. But anyway, he had some interesting feature that characterized him most, he loved and really enjoyed watching lesbo games, seeing 3 or more babes lick, suck and fuck one another with their tongues and dildos, fingers and lubs. That was fucking terrific! He loved to see them moan and cry, tremble and pulse…And now, 3 cute sexy hotties, graced with perfect bodies, were at his service doing whatever he wanted to see, 3 of them: a sultry blonde, suntanned brunette and puffy ginger were having fun in front of him, a blon

I was at work. My colleague Megan was sitting on a leather sofa in the middle of the room. We were talking about our boss who ordered us to compile the reports at this time of the day. It was 6 p.m. and tomorrow was Saturday…Megan was wearing a light blouse and close-fitting trousers with a low waist. Her belly button was exposed and even part of the pubis could be seen. And I was wearing a snowy white translucent blouse, a short skirt, flesh-colored stockings and shoes with long stiletto heels.We had an open bottle of champagne and candies on the table. After a hot discussion we suddenly became sad. Here Megan put her hand on my thigh as if occasionally. I felt such warmth of this touch… I looked into her eyes and felt I wanted to kiss her. Our faces were so close to each other. We kissed…The kiss was not a friendly one we exchange when meeting in the morning, it was passionate… Her tongue

Now I went up another couple of gears, faster and harder, the faceplate of the strap-on making repeated wet slapping sounds as it smacked against her sweaty skin, each impact accompanied by a grunting moan from Preshy.Her breathing became rapid, and she began to give a series of high-pitched cries. I shifted my right hand from her hip to grip her hair, yanking her head back and up, arching her back to get the maximum resistance to my thrusts.This also had the effect of pulling her tits up into easy reach, and my left hand exchanged its grip on her side for something softer and more enticing – squeezing Preshy’s left breast.‘Ride me! Ride me!!’ she screamed again, and then as her climax overwhelmed her, she shouted: ‘Fuck me – oooohh! Fuck me – aaarrgh! Oh!! Yes – I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna CUM!!’I sort of lost control as well, carried away in the raw se

Finally, Preshy announced her penultimate presentation, and I was almost speechless at the sight of her slim youthful body with its flowering bust exhibited in a peephole bra.This covered most of her breasts with fine decorated purple mesh, but left fully exposed an area of about one inch in diameter around the nipples, through which her cute little titties were poking out – and I noticed at once how pert and erect they were.As the outfits became skimpier and more overtly sexual, the whole show acted like an extended form of strip-tease – and it had just such a tantalising effect on my body.My tits were stiff and almost aching, as my slightest movement rubbed my sensitised nipples against the inside of my bra cups, my heart was beating faster and I felt a little sweaty, and my cunt was positively drooling – only the remnant of my sense of dignity prevented my mouth from doing the same.Preshy was a

When I say that I’m an expert in women’s underwear, I can almost hear the giggles of my girlfriends. But I really am – after taking degrees in textiles and fashion, and working my way upwards through the purchasing department of a well-known chain of stores.I went independent and launched my own specialist and high-class lingerie mail order business. It was just at the right time, when internet sales were really taking off, and I was relatively early in the field; my company is successful, with a name for quality and service, and a good niche in the market.Whilst most of our sales are from established lines and names, I am always keen to spot rising talent and that’s how I met Preshy).The firm is not so large that I can’t take the important decisions myself – most of my staff deal with the routine business of keeping enough supply of stock, fulfilling orders and replying to customer queries,

Preshy froze with her back to Marie then slowly lowered her head. She took a deep breath before turning around to face the music. “I haven’t talked to your husband for weeks. I’ve blocked his number from my phone because he kept calling.” There was a long pause as Marie digested the information, then Preshy asked “How did you find out?”Holding up the piece of mail Marie said “I went to the kitchen to get a drink and saw this. I recognized the name. It was smart of you to use your middle name with me.” She said with a smirk.Preshy took two steps toward the bed and Marie held up her hand “Stop!” she said “Don’t come near me. I just want to know why before I leave. You owe me that.”Nodding, Preshy said “You’re right, I owe you an explanation, and I’m going to give you one. I met you husband at a club were I work as a parttime.I was on