LOGINEmery’s POVThe silk scarf loosened around my wrists as Marco’s fingers worked the knot open. The fabric whispered against my skin, leaving behind faint red lines that burned warmly. My arms felt heavy as they dropped to the sheets. My chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. My heavy breasts, still flushed and marked, tingled with every heartbeat. Between my spread thighs, my pussy throbbed — swollen, wet, leaking his earlier cum onto the bed, yet aching so deeply I wanted to sob.Marco’s dark eyes moved slowly over me. He leaned down. His lips brushed mine once, softly, then pressed harder. His tongue pushed inside, tasting me, claiming me. I moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating between us. My hands came up, fingers digging into his shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin and the hard muscle underneath.He broke the kiss and trailed his mouth down. Wet, open-mouthed kisses along my neck. He sucked at the spot where my pulse beat wildly. The pull of his lips sent a sharp
Emery’s POVI was tied. Completely naked. Arms stretched above my head, silk scarf binding my wrists to the headboard. My heavy breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath, nipples red and swollen from Marco’s mouth. My soft plush belly quivered. My thick thighs were spread wide, pussy lips puffy, glistening, dripping down onto the sheets. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable… and so fucking empty.Marco stood at the foot of the bed, slowly stripping off his shirt, revealing his hard, tattooed muscles. His eyes devoured every inch of my curvy body like a predator.“Look at you,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “Tied up and dripping for me. That pretty pussy is crying for my cock, isn’t it, sweetheart?”I whimpered, my hips twitching uselessly. “Marco… please. It aches so bad. I feel like I’m going to cry if you don’t fuck me. My pussy is so hot and empty… I need you inside me. Hard.” I was telling him the exact same thing I broke up with him for.He shoved his jeans down, and his ma
Emery’s POVThe mattress dipped heavily as Marco dropped me onto the bed. I bounced once, my thick thighs spreading slightly on the sheets, my tight black dress riding dangerously high. My heart hammered in my chest, a chaotic mix of fear, anger, and overwhelming arousal pulsing through every soft curve of my body. I was still buzzing from the bike ride — the powerful vibrations between my legs, the way my bare, soaked pussy had pressed against the leather. I was dripping. Aching. And now here he was, towering over me like a storm I couldn’t escape.“Marco…” I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to sit up. My heavy breasts heaved with every shaky breath, straining against the dress. “You can’t just drag me home like this. I’m not yours to—”He climbed onto the bed slowly, deliberately, his powerful body caging me in. His dark eyes locked onto mine, intense and burning with obsession. One large, rough hand cupped my flushed cheek, his thumb stroking my full lower lip.“Shhh, sweet
Emery POV.The morning light felt too bright, too exposing as I dragged myself out of bed. My body was a traitor. Every inch of my plus-size frame hummed with leftover frustration from last night — my heavy breasts felt swollen and sensitive, my soft belly tight with unmet need, and between my thick thighs… God, I was still so wet. I stood in front of the mirror completely naked, staring at myself. My nipples were stiff peaks, my pussy lips puffy and glistening. I looked like a girl who’d been edged for hours.I tried to ignore it. I showered quickly, but the water hitting my clit made me whimper. I soaped my heavy tits slowly, lifting them, feeling their weight, then slid my hands down over my plush belly to my mound. One finger brushed my clit and I almost buckled. “No,” I whispered to myself. “You’re not doing this again.” But Marco’s rough voice kept echoing in my head — the way he’d said I was his, the way his fingers had stretched me so perfectly.I dressed for work in a fitted
Marco’s POVThe night air was cool against my skin as I sat in the shadows just outside Emery’s bedroom window, my back pressed to the brick wall like I’d done so many nights before. My thick cock was already rock-hard, straining painfully against my jeans as I watched my sweet, curvy girl through the small gap in her curtains. God, she had no fucking idea how completely she owned me. How obsessed I was with every soft, jiggly inch of that perfect plus-size body.Emery. My innocent little submissive. Twenty-three years old and built like a fucking wet dream — heavy, full tits that bounced and swayed with every breath, that plush belly I wanted to kiss and grip while I fucked her senseless, her wide hips made for my hands, and those thick, delicious thighs I dreamed about burying my face between. I’d been watching her for months. Protecting her. Jerking my massive cock raw to the sight of her undressing, showering, sleeping. She broke up with me because I was “too intense,” too rough,
EMERY POV.The morning after Marco’s sudden appearance felt surreal, like a fever dream that left my body aching in the most confusing ways. I woke up with my thighs sticky, my heavy breasts tender, and a deep, throbbing pulse between my legs that refused to fade. My thick, plush body felt hypersensitive — every brush of the sheets against my nipples or the soft curve of my belly made me shiver. I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, replaying the way his rough fingers had stretched and claimed me so easily, the wet sounds, the way I’d squirted for him like my body had been waiting months to betray me.I forced myself out of bed, my full breasts swaying heavily as I stood. In the mirror I looked flushed, my wide hips and thick thighs still marked with faint redness from his grip. “He’s dangerous,” I whispered to myself, trying to sound firm. “You left for a reason, Emery.” But my pussy clenched at the memory anyway, a fresh wave of wetness making me press my thighs tog
DRACO'S POV.I stood there staring at Noel after I gave him the ultimatum, my chest tight with so much rage I could barely breathe properly. The words hung in the small room between us like something heavy and final. Pack your shit and leave, or I expose you. I meant every single word.He looked sm
NOEL'S POV.I stayed facing the wall for what felt like an endless stretch of time after the lights finally went out in the room. The darkness did not bring any kind of peace or calm to me. Instead it made everything sharper. I could hear every single sound Draco made on his side of the room while
DRACO'S POV I stood there after Coach called out the names and felt the anger hit me immediately. Noel Laurent. That new rookie with the long blonde hair. They were really pairing him with me as a roommate. I had been annoyed enough when they added him to the Black Wolves lineup, but now this? Sha
BLURB. Noel Laurent worked too hard to lose everything now. Ravenwood Elite Hockey Academy is built for alphas—violent games, brutal training, and a locker room full of predators who would tear him apart if they discovered what he really is. So Noel keeps his head down, keeps his long blonde hair







