House of Lust & Moonlight (Erotic collection)

Chapter 1

Seducing the Alpha

Azalea~

His cock drove into me so deep I forgot my own name.

The hotel room was dark, spinning, my head heavy like it was filled with thick fog. But his body felt familiar. Heavy. Demanding. It had to be Timothy, my mate. My husband of four miserable years. The one who barely touched me anymore. Tonight he was different; stronger, hungrier, like he actually wanted me.

I moaned loudly as he thrust into me again, stretching my pussy wide around his thick length.

Every brutal thrust sent sparks shooting up my spine. I was so wet, waterier than I'd ever been with him, my slick coating his balls as they slapped against me. My back arched off the mattress, nails digging into his bare, perfect, muscular back flame as I pulled him closer.

"Timothy..." I gasped, voice trembling with need.

His teeth grazed my neck as he growled, the pressure sharp enough to leave a mark. With a sudden surge, his hips drove forward, the force of his rhythm sending the headboard thundering against the wall. The room was filled with the sensual sound of his cock, burying itself deep within my drenched heat.

Every thrust reached that hidden, aching spot inside me, making my toes curl as I felt the full breadth of him.

It was too good. Too intense. My walls clamped around him greedily, fluttering as pleasure built fast. I came hard, crying out, my pussy vibrating around his cock while my whole body stiffened.

He didn't slow down. He kept fucking me through it, deeper than before, until I felt him swell inside me. Massive, impossibly bigger than his usual size as he locked us together.

His knot-I screamed as it stretched me open, the pressure almost painful but so fucking good I saw stars.

Another orgasm ripped through me, stronger than the first, leaving me trembling and sobbing beneath him. I held on to him like he was the only thing keeping me from falling apart.

I had never felt this full. This ruined. This wanted.

And I still thought it was my husband.

~~~~~

Morning descended into me like rain.

Bright lights flashed behind my eyelids. Voices. Too many voices. My head pounded like a marathon was being carried out. My body ached, raw between my legs, sticky with dried cum, covered in a scent that wasn't quite right.

I forced my eyes open.

The Presidential Suite was full of people.

Reporters with cameras, pack members, my parents standing near the door with cold, disappointed faces. Timothy, my husband. And Christy, my best friend, standing right beside him, her hand resting possessively on his arm.

Roman Thorin lay beside me. Naked. The Alpha. My husband's best friend. The man I had always disliked.

Camera flashes flared again.

I jerked upright, clutching the sheet to my bare breasts, heart beating against my ribcage. Panic creeped up my throat.

"What... what is this?" My voice came out hoarse.

Roman sat up slowly, his powerful body tense, eyes blazing with fury as he took in the crowd. Then his gaze landed on me and turned to ice.

"How the hell did you end up in my bed, Azalea?" His voice was like a storm, destructive, dripping with disgust. "A married woman throwing herself at me like some cheap, desperate slut," he finished with more disgust written across his features.

His words sliced into me sharper than any knife. Cheap. Desperate. The way he looked at me made my stomach twist.

I couldn't speak. My mind was still foggy. The only clear memories were flashes of last night, that thick, huge cock stretching me, the knot locking us together, the way I had come so hard I cried. The way my body had betrayed me completely for a man I hated.

Timothy stepped forward, his face twisted in perfect rage. "I knew it. You've been nothing but a whore behind my back."

"Timothy, please... I don't remember what happened, I swear to you-" My voice shook, tears already burning my eyes.

"Save your fucking lies." He stared at me with pure contempt. "I, Timothy Hale, reject you, Azalea Lune, as my mate."

The bond snapped as I stiffened. He didn't even wait to hear my truth. He said the rejected word.

Pain broke out in my chest like someone had reached in and ripped my heart out with bare hands. I gasped, doubling over, clutching at my ribs as the connection tore away. It felt like dying. Like every memory, every shared moment, every hope I had held on to for four years was being shredded inside me.

Timothy grabbed Christy's hand and pulled her close, smiling coldly. "Christy will be my woman from now on. The divorce papers will be ready soon." And with that, they turned and walked out.

I stumbled after them into the hallway, the sheet barely wrapped around my naked body, tears streaming down my face. "Timothy, wait! Please, let me explain! I don't know how this happened-"

He didn't even look back. Just kept walking with Christy's hand in his.

My parents stood there like strangers. My mother's lips curled in disgust. "You're worthless now. You were only useful while you were married to him and he funded our lives. Don't come home until you fix this and get back with your husband. If he'll even take you back after this shame."

The hallway spun. Cameras followed me, flashing nonstop. I was naked under the sheet, marked with another man's bites and cum, while the entire Nightshade Pack watched my complete destruction.

Roman's voice thundered from the suite behind me. "Everyone get the fuck out of my room. Including her."

Security grabbed my arms. I barely managed to snatch my torn dress from the floor before they dragged me out like garbage.

I locked myself in a bathroom down the hall, sliding down the cold wall until my ass hit the floor.

Everything was gone.

Four years of marriage. The endless miscarriages. The nights I spent crying alone because Timothy barely looked at me anymore. The way I had tried so hard to be the perfect mate. All of it... gone.

And Christy. My best friend. Smiling while holding my husband's hand like she'd been waiting for this. What was going on?

I pressed my forehead against my knees, body still aching from Roman's cock. The memories kept flashing - the way he had fucked me, the way my pussy had clenched and gushed around him. The way I had come harder than I ever had in my life.

I hated how much I had liked it.

I hated him.

This had to be his doing. Two days ago in the office I had challenged him in front of everyone, by calling him out for being a cruel bastard to the staff. He must have wanted revenge. To break me publicly. To humiliate me so thoroughly that I would never recover.

Fine.

I lifted my head slowly, staring at my reflection in the mirror across the small bathroom. My neck was covered in his bite marks. My thighs bruised from his grip. I looked thoroughly fucked. Ruined.

Something dark and vicious bloomed in my chest, sharp and cold as my face contorted into a smirk.

If Roman Thorin thought he could ruin me and walk away...

I was going to seduce him. Make him crave me. Make him fall so deep he couldn't function without me. Then I would destroy him the same way he had destroyed me.

He didn't know it yet, but his world was about to collapse too.

With a trembling hand, I wiped the tears from my cheeks. Stood up on shaky legs, and stared at the stranger in the mirror. The new me glared back at me.

My smirk widened.

The game had just begun.

Roman~

The heavy door to my penthouse at the top of Thorin Tower slammed shut with a sound that echoed through the empty space like a gunshot.

I didn't turn on the lights. I didn't need them.

The storm outside provided enough through the windows. Flashes of lightning illuminated the black forest and the deep ravine far below, where everything weak eventually fell and disappeared.

I stood there, still in the same clothes from the hotel, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. Blood trickled down, warm and sticky, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was her, Azalea.

Her scent still clung to my skin. Sweet. Furious. Addictive. Mixed with the unmistakable smell of sex and my own release.

I could still taste her on my tongue. The salt of her sweat, the way her pussy had flooded my mouth when I'd eaten her like a starving man before driving my cock into her.

Fuck.

I walked to the window and pressed my forehead against the cold glass, staring out into the darkness that mirrored the rot inside my chest.

Four years. Four goddamn years I had carried this curse in silence. Watching her from the shadows at every pack event.

Watching her smile at Timothy like he was worthy of her. Watching him touch what should have been mine while I stood there like a loyal Alpha, jaw locked, pretending the sight didn't tear me apart.

Last night, that control had shattered completely.

Even drugged, she had been perfect. The way her legs had wrapped around me, heels digging into my ass as she pulled me deeper. The shattered moans that escaped her throat when my knot began to swell, stretching her pussy hard. The way she had clenched and gushed around me, coming so hard her entire body shook while she cried out - thinking it was him.

I hated that part the most.

My cock hardened again at the memory, pressing painfully against my pants. I growled low in my throat, hating my own body for its weakness.

I had wanted her for so long that having her, even like that, felt like both salvation and damnation. Her walls had gripped me like they never wanted to let go. Hot. Wet. Greedy. Milking every drop from me as my knot locked us together for what felt like hours.

I slammed my fist into the windowsill. The wood splintered under the force.

She believed I had orchestrated it. I had seen it burning in her eyes this morning when the cameras flashed and the world watched her humiliation. That mix of devastation and pure hatred.

She thought I had done it to punish her for standing up to me in the office two days ago. For calling me cruel. For looking me dead in the eyes and telling me I was nothing but a cold, arrogant bastard hiding behind money and power.

Part of me wished I had planned it. At least then I could claim her properly. At least then I wouldn't feel like the worst kind of monster.

I returned to my desk. Poured myself a large glass of whiskey and downed half of it in one go, the burn doing nothing to dull the ache in my chest.

Timothy's face kept flashing through my mind.

The way he had stood there with Christy, holding her hand like he had rehearsed the moment a thousand times.

The reporters arriving too fast. The way he had rejected Azalea without a single second of hesitation or pain. Without even giving her a second chance.

Everything was too clean. Too convenient.

That bastard and Azalea's so-called best friend had set us both up. I believed. They had drugged her. Drugged me. Used the one night I lost control to destroy her reputation and free him to be with Christy. And they had succeeded.

Rage vibrated the blood in my veins and settled deep in my bones.

Timothy had been my Beta. My best friend since we were pups. I had trusted him with everything. Even when he had invited me to Azalea's birthday last night. I didn't fucking turn it down even while I hated public gatherings.

And he had betrayed not just me, but the woman I had secretly wanted for years.

Christy would suffer too. I would make sure of it. Their pain would be worse than mine and Azalea's. I would break them so hard that their bones would scream from crushing.

But Azalea...

She would be different now.

I knew her fire. She wouldn't break quietly. She wouldn't disappear into the shadows and lick her wounds. That look she gave me before security dragged her away - it wasn't just hate.

It was vengeance taking root. She would come for me. She would try to seduce me. Use that beautiful body and that sharp tongue as weapons to make me fall, then shatter me. She had no fucking idea how much I could predict her every move.

A dark, possessive smile tugged at my lips despite everything.

Let her try. Let her come for me.

I wanted her close. Closer than she had ever been. Close enough that I could finally stop pretending. Close enough to taste her again while she still hated me. Close enough to watch her crack and realize she belonged to me.

I finished the whiskey and set the glass down, staring at my reflection in the window. The Alpha. The billionaire. The man who could have any woman in Shadowveil with a single look. Yet the only one I had ever truly wanted had been forbidden.

Until now.

Her bond with my beta was gone. She was free.

And I was done holding back.

The storm outside raged harder, lightning illuminating the endless black forest.

Somewhere out there, Azalea was hurting. Planning. Burning with the need to destroy me. I am certain.

Good.

Come for me, little Beta.

Seduce me. Hate me. Try to ruin me.

I'll be waiting.

And when you finally get close enough... I won't let you go again.

Azalea~

I woke up with my cheek stuck to the cold leather of the small couch in the secretary's antechamber, the torn dress from last night still damp and clinging to my skin like a punishment I couldn't escape.

My body hurt in ways I didn't want to name.

A deep, throbbing ache pulsed between my legs with every small movement, a filthy reminder of how Roman had stretched me open, how my pussy had clenched and gushed around his knot while I thought it was Timothy.

Shame burned hot in my stomach. I pressed my thighs together, hating the fresh slickness that answered the memory.

The penthouse floor of Thorin Tower was still quiet, wrapped in that heavy pre-dawn silence. I had slipped past security last night because I had nowhere else to go. My parents had thrown me away. Timothy had rejected me and walked off with my best friend. The home we shared was no longer mine. So I had hidden here like a broken animal, curled up in the one place no one would dare enter without the Alpha's permission.

I stayed hidden until I heard the first murmurs of staff arriving on the lower levels. Only when the floor grew quiet again did I creep out to my desk outside his office. My hair was a tangled disaster. The dress was wrinkled, torn at the shoulder, and still carried the unmistakable scent of sex and him.

I looked exactly like what everyone was calling me now - a cheap, ruined whore who had thrown herself at the Alpha.

The elevator pinged.

My heart hammered in my chest.

Roman stepped out, looking every inch the untouchable billionaire Alpha. Crisp black suit. Sharp jaw. Cold, commanding presence that made the air feel heavier. His eyes landed on me and dragged slowly down my body, over my messy hair, the torn fabric barely covering me, the visible bite marks on my neck, the way I was still trembling from the cold and everything else.

I swallowed hard, shifting on one foot as heat flooded my core. My pussy throbbed traitorously, a rush of wetness slicking my thighs. I hated my body for reacting to him like this. Hated him more for making it happen.

He said nothing at first.

Just reached into his wallet, pulled out a golden credit card, and flicked it onto the floor right at my feet.

"Get yourself some decent clothes," he said, voice icy and laced with disgust. The annoying, rude Roman. A fucking bastard.

"You look like a cheap whore who spent the night getting fucked and thrown away," he added. "Fix it before you embarrass me and this company any further."

The words landed like punches to the gut. Humiliation burned through my chest, hot and vicious. My hands shook as I bent down and picked up the card from the floor. I wanted to throw it back in his face. I wanted to scream at him. But I had nothing. No money. No clothes. No home. No pride left to protect.

I hated myself for bending.

I hated him even more.

Roman walked past me without another word and disappeared into his office, shutting the door with a click.

I sat there for as long as I could remember, breathing through the rage and shame twisting inside me. Then I grabbed my phone and left, keeping my head high as I walked through the main office area.

Every eye turned to me. Whispers and laughter followed like a toxin in the air.

"That's her... the one who got caught naked with the Alpha..."

"Timothy rejected her so fast, poor thing."

"Look at her. Still smells like him."

A group of women giggled behind their hands. One of them didn't even bother hiding it. My face burned, but I didn't flinch. Didn't slow down. They were not worth it.

I kept walking until I reached the elevator, then stepped out into the cold mountain air and caught a cab to the nearest luxury store in Shadowveil.

I bought clothes that would be weapons.

Tight black blouses that clung to my breasts and showed just enough cleavage to torment. Pencil skirts that hugged my ass and thighs like a second skin. Heels high enough to make my legs look endless and dangerous.

I changed in the fitting room, then forced myself to eat a proper meal; eggs, toast, coffee, because my stomach had been empty since the nightmare began. I needed strength. I needed fuel if I was going to survive this war I was starting.

By the time I returned to Thorin Tower, I looked like a different woman. Professional on the surface. Dangerous underneath.

I didn't knock on his office door.

I pushed it open, ready to start my game, ready to see if I could crack that ice.

And froze in the doorway.

Roman had a woman bent over his massive black desk. Her skirt was shoved up around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He was fucking her hard from behind, deep, punishing thrusts that made her moan and grip the edge of the desk desperately.

His powerful hips slammed against her ass again and again, the wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filling the quiet office. One of his hands fisted her hair, yanking her head back. The other gripped her hip so tightly his fingers dug into her flesh.

His head lifted. His dark eyes met mine.

He didn't stop.

He kept fucking her, harder now, his gaze burning into me the entire time. Like he wanted me to watch every brutal inch. Like he wanted me to feel it. His jaw was tight, muscles flexing with every thrust, but his eyes never left mine.

My pussy clenched without warning. A rush of heat and jealousy crashed through me so strong my knees almost gave out. My nipples tightened painfully against the new blouse. Fresh wetness soaked my thighs.

I remembered exactly how Roman felt on that bed. How his long, massive cock stretched me. That brutal rhythm, the way his knot had swelled and locked us together until I broke.

I stood there trembling, chest tight, unable to look away.

He was doing this on purpose.

And the worst part was how badly my body wanted to be the one bent over that desk instead.