LOGINMy right leg was between hers, spreading her open, and my cock was still buried inside her. Hard, pulsing, but without urgency. The haste of the first rounds had dissipated, replaced by something deeper. Something more intimate. "Are you comfortable?" I murmured against the nape of her neck, my lips brushing the goosebumped, sweaty skin. "Very." She sighed, her hips moving slowly against me. "You're an excellent heater." "Is that my function now? Heater?" "Among other things." She rolled her hips, and I groaned against her neck. "That's one of them." I began to move. Just a slow, rhythmic, deep back-and-forth. My cock slid inside her with absurd ease; she was so wet, so full of fluids, that every entry was smooth as silk. Evelyn moaned softly, clingy, drawn-out sounds that vibrated against my chest. "Like this..." she murmured, eyes closed, lips parted. "So good... so slow..." "You like it like this?" I nipped the curve of her shoulder. "I love it." She clenched my c
Still panting, I pushed him aside, rolling with him on the bed without letting him slip out of me. My legs were still trembling, my pussy still pulsing with the remnants of the last orgasm, but I wanted more. Always more. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice hoarse, his violet eyes gleaming with curiosity and lust. "Taking control again." I turned over him, ending up on my back, still impaled on his cock. The movement wrenched a moan from both of us, a deep, drawn-out sound that vibrated in the air of the room. I felt every centimeter of him inside me, every vein, every pulse. He was so deep that my belly rippled with the invasion. "Fuck..." Mortyss groaned behind me, his hands immediately finding my ass. He gripped it hard, spreading it open, exposing everything. The view he had—my body turned away from him, impaled on his monstrous cock, my ass spread by his hands—must have been spectacular, because he let out an animalistic growl. "You're so beautiful like this. All
Evelyn was lying under me, her dark hair spread across the pillow. The t-shirt — my t-shirt, which she insisted on wearing to sleep — was already crumpled between my fingers, and I pulled it up slowly, revealing every inch of skin.The short pink silk shorts from a babydoll set she had bought with Jess at some store barely covered the curve of her ass, leaving most of the soft flesh exposed.“You’re wearing this to tease me,” I stated, my voice a growl.“I am.” She smiled, that provocative smile that drove me crazy. “Did it work?”“It always works.”I yanked the shorts off in one pull, and the thin lace panties were revealed. They were minimal, a thong that barely covered her tight little pussy. The fabric was already dark, soaked, and the scent of her desire flooded me like a drug.Burnt vanilla. Electricity. Evelyn.My cock throbbed inside my pants. The bulbous head leaked, staining the fabric, and I groaned even before touching her. I ran my thumb over the wet lace, pressing where
"That's a smile," Thorne observed, jaw tense. "What does the smile mean?""It means they are keys.""To what?""To places.""What places?""Places that aren't in the databases."Reyes and Thorne exchanged glances."What exactly are these places?" insisted Reyes."One is a library. Another, a wine cellar. The third, a garden. The fourth... well, the fourth is a surprise.""A library of what?" asked Thorne."Books.""What kind of books?""Books you would like to read. But you can't. Because they are in places you can't open. It's a vicious cycle, isn't it?"Thorne slammed his hand on the table. The sound echoed through the room."Mr. Mortyss, this is an official interview. I demand answers.""And I demand a lawyer." I crossed my arms. "But since we're in the Supernatural Department, where lawyers don't exist, we're at this impasse. I suggest we move on to the next question. Or we can continue this cycle of mutual frustration. The choice is yours."Thorne took a deep breath. Reyes was wr
The next morning brought the second round of interviews.But this time, there was a crucial difference."You will be interviewed separately," announced the agent who escorted us down the corridor. He was a young man with glasses, wearing an expression that tried to be stern but couldn't hide his nervousness. "Counselor Z is busy with the paperwork on your case. Other agents will conduct the interviews.""Separately?" I repeated, feeling my jaw tense. "Why?""To compare the statements. Standard procedure.""That's not necessary. We were both together. We know exactly what happened.""These are orders from above." He pointed to two doors at the end of the corridor. "Mr. Mortyss, door A. Miss Evelyn, door B."Evelyn touched my arm."It's okay," she murmured. "They're just questions. I'll cooperate.""I don't like this.""I know." She kissed my cheek. "But we don't have a choice. Let's cooperate and get out of here. Jess is waiting. Nox is waiting. The family is waiting.""Our family," I
“Some weeks ago.” Mortyss replied. “During a training session. Evelyn threw me against a tree.”“Were you training her?”“Yes.”“And you noticed that her power was amplified by your presence?”“I noticed that she was stronger when I was nearby. And that I was stronger when she was nearby. It is symbiosis.”“Symbiosis.” Z repeated, taking notes. “Interesting. Second question: have you ever used this combined power in combat?”“Yes.” I replied. “Against the Council hunters. In Jess’s apartment.”“Result?”“Seven hunters neutralized. Six dead. One fled.”“Kaela.” Z murmured. “She is the only survivor. She will answer for her crimes before the Department.” He made more notes. “Third question: what is the extent of your emotional bond?”“What do you mean?” I asked.“The Lilim-Incubus bond is traditionally parasitic. One feeds on the other, usually in an unequal way. But your bond seems to be… balanced. Is this intentional?”“No.” Mortyss replied. “It happened naturally.”“Naturally.” Z rep
The sound of wood being broken echoed like a gunshot through the silent house. Male voices, firm and authoritative, shouted orders my mind couldn’t process.A flashlight beam cut through the gloom of the bedroom, illuminating Dorian’s body on the floor, the gun still wrapped around his lifeless fin
The midday sun reflected off the windshields in the parking lot, creating a suffocating heat inside the car. I waited in the passenger seat, my mother had gone inside to buy “just a few things”—and it had already been twenty minutes.My phone vibrated once more. Dorian. The sixteenth unanswered cal
Morning arrived with the softness of a punch to the stomach. I woke in my office, where I had slept, or tried to sleep, after coming home the night before with Lara’s scent still imprinted on my skin. My phone vibrated incessantly on the desk, an irritating buzz that seemed to echo the tremor in my
The evening light filtered through the stained glass windows of the university library. I knew it was a mistake to be here after closing hours, alone with her. But my body no longer obeyed me — it responded to a deeper, more primal call.“Professor?” Lara’s voice echoed between the oak shelves, sof







