Laleh's POV. I came to the sound of Zander's voice in my ear and the feel of his hand around my throat while his brother fucked me. I could tell Tristan was pleased, making me actually come was a difficult task, yes, occasionally I faked an orgasm or two but more often than not he came before me and after that I just distracted him with dirty words and hand jobs till he came again. But this time the memory of his brother on me, the feel of his cock when I'd pressed against him, the gentle squeeze of his hand around my neck, had my body shuddering as I released, stars danced behind my eyes and the pressure in my spine finally reduced as I lay down spent and drowsy after coming that hard. Tristan slowly pulled out of me, not quite as big as his brother, but big enough that his strokes could actually help my fantasy of his brother play out. He pressed kisses to my collarbone and smiled into it, then rolled off me sighing in content and looking proud of himself for making me come. If o

Selena's POV. It's Friday again, which means I'm here, in front of the ornate, wooden double doors that lead to the Alpha's room. No, not Tristan. I'd soon as cut my own hair off than pay him a visit willingly. I'm talking about a man that had eyes like Zander's and Tristan's and face much older. Alpha Ezra. The ailing Alpha of the Poison Fang Pack. I push the door open and step in, after many years caring for the sick I've grown used to the smell of antiseptic, herbs and just that general scent that seems to hover around the sick. The room's barely lit, and very neat, the drapes are down but a small lantern is turned on by his bedside table, illuminating his weathered, lean face enough that I can tell his eyes are open. They're green eyes, like his son's but much duller. This illness has really taken a toll on him. I've seen Alpha Ezra as a child, he was tall, handsome in a silver fox kind of way, with broad shoulders and the brightest green eyes that always sparkled with kindne

Selena's POV. "Don't make promises you can't keep Selena," Zander mutters roughly as he pressed me against a wall the moment we step out of his father's room. I stare into his eyes, knees buckling at the scary level of intensity I meet in his eyes, the same green eyes that only a few minutes ago stared at me with intense amounts of of animosity. "I never planned on breaking my promise," I whisper back to him, feeling a rush of boldness. He steps even closer to me, pressing his firm body against mine and pushing me even further against the cool wood of the wall. I can feel every inch of him, hard and carved to perfection, and even the hard lenght of his cock against my stomach, his hands find my waist, and I watch his eyes shift for a minute from that cool green to a bright red. And while the clear evidence that he was losing control should scare me it didn't, nothing about Zander seemed to ever really scare me, not even when I was kneeling before me and he was threatening to tell

Laleh's POV. Growing up, other than my ability to master spells quicker than the average witch I was also known for my firey, unquenchable temper, that coupled with my ability to cast spells I was something else when I was angry. My anger was like a storm, I tossed things around broke things and severely injured people, I was never apologetic about it though, I was a reckless child and I felt my anger was valid. Then my family was killed brutally by the cursed Prince and I changed completely, I changed myself, my temperament and demeanor, and I learnt in order to fit in with the sly seductress role I was playing I had to curb my temper as well.My anger shifted from a firey storm to an icy blizzard, I didn't rage, I didn't throw things, I just sat down and stewed for hours in silence then I exacted my revenge, calmly and coldly. But not today, today I didn't stew, I didn't sit in one place and think, I didn't anger fuck Tristan or Karla, rather they both watched as I screamed and s

Zander's POV. This is Aziel's doing, and while I knew I was going to enjoy it I still needed to regain some semblance of control here. After everything that happened with Callum this morning not even Nazeera's soothing spells could calm him down, he's been howling in my ear, clawing at my barriers, insisting I either kill Callum or finally claim Selena. Neither I would do but the lack of sleep from the last few days got the better of me and he'd easily stolen control. And now here I was in Selena's room, her eyes wide and innocent peering up at me as I offered to teach her how to suck my cock. I was hard, way too fucking hard and aroused for someone who was in no way in control of what was about happen. Aziel had shut me out, and the last time that had happened it'd ended up with me waking up in a pool of my own mother's blood, and yet instead of panicking I could feel every nerve end of me jolt at the feel of her small hands on my groin.This was fucking torture. "Take it out," A