One Thrust Man 소설 & 이야기

"Uhmm, because…" "Thorne is one of my old man's loyal employees. Be wary of him. If he finds anything suspicious between us, he'll report it to my father. And if you want to flirt, don't flirt with him." "Excuse me? Do you think I was flirting with your EGM? He was the one who suddenly appeared and pinned me against the shelf with your awards. If you hadn't arrived, I would have kneed him in his…thingy," Manuela retorted, causing Uno to sit at his desk.

The Silver Force wasn't just a mist here; it was a physical barrier, a cage of pure power that was melting the floorboards beneath the mercenaries' boots. But Thorne was there, standing behind the dome, holding a device that emitted a high-frequency whine. He was bleeding from a gash on his forehead, but his smile was manic. "You think you can hold me with these parlor tricks?" he spat at the children. "I helped build the Council. I know how to break a wolf’s spirit."

Claws extended from his fingers, black and razor-sharp, as his frame seemed to swell with unleashed power. "MOVE!" The command wasn't mere words; it was a seismic force, slamming into Thorne like a battering ram. The elder spun, face twisting in shock for the first time, but Kael was already upon him. One massive hand clamped around Thorne's throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground before hurling him across the corridor. Thorne's body collided with the opposite wall in a crunch of bone and stone, robes tearing as he slumped, blood trickling from his split lip.

I feel nothing for him except disgust. He launches at me but falls off the bed in the process. He grunts. Pathetic. I step over him and crouch by his head. "Oh how the mighty have fallen" I taunt. I feel no pull, Nothing. I move my top to the side. I have no makers mark. He looks confused. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" Thorne shouts trying to pull himself up. I grab him and throw him to the bed as if he weights nothing. Wow, I amaze myself. He sits himself up, looking so weak and frail.

I pushed back against him instinctively, meeting his thrusts, my body surrendering to the pounding. Curiosity and need made me tilt my head, trying to glance over my shoulder at Thorne. I wanted to see the raw power in his golden eyes, the way his muscles flexed as he claimed me. But as I turned, Alpha Thorne's fingers pried my ass cheeks even wider, exposing me completely, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin near my hole.

He braced one hand on my hip and pushed. I choked on a scream as his massive cock forced its way inside me — slow, burning stretch, inch after thick inch splitting me open. The feeling of being filled while still buried in Leo was insane. Every time Thorne thrust forward, he drove me deeper into Leo. We became a three-man chain, the transformer rattling with every brutal slam. “Fuck… Warden…” I wheezed, forehead pressed to Leo’s.

"What the f**k did you just say?" Abram’s voice wasn't human. It was a guttural, chest-deep roar that made the champagne flutes on the nearby trays vibrate. He cleared the distance in three strides. He didn't stop to talk. He didn't wait for Thorne to apologize. He grabbed the old man by the throat and slammed him backward. Thorne’s head hit the marble fountain with a sickening crack. Water sprayed everywhere, soaking Abram’s tuxedo and Thorne’s white suit.

It didn’t—but the air felt charged, expectant, strangely approving. I smiled slightly, closing my eyes. For better or worse, Castle Thorne was stuck with me—and it was going to learn very quickly that Delphine Ashwood wasn’t someone who backed down from a challenge.

His thrusts started deep and slow. My breath hitched every time he pulled back and slammed forward. My pussy clenched around him and my wetness dripped down my thighs. My nails scraped the floor as my body arched, begging, but he didn’t let me move. His hand held my throat and his other hand gripped my hip so tight I knew he’d leave a bruise. “You thought you could challenge me,” he murmured. “Slap me. Tempt me. And walk away in one piece?”