Been so long since I posted something. I'm actually too busy right now handling some projects on my day job that's why I haven't updated anything in so long. Again writing is just my hobby. Lots of people are asking on some updates about my previous works but sadly I haven't touched the drafts in months. Anyway, here's something from my stash, it's a slow burn and it's my take on the supernatural. I always write with a plot so you might get bored reading the opening, but hell it's sexy and filthy as fuck. Tell me what you think.
Peace, horny people. I'll be working on the updates on my free time or just drop it. 😘
Maybe I'll just write single chapters and no more series.
Jace's P.O.V.
The cab rolled to a slow stop in front of the old iron gate, tires crunching over gravel. I leaned against the window, staring at the mansion just beyond the trees. Dark roof, stone walls, windows that looked like they hadn’t blinked in a hundred years. The place felt dragged straight out of a gothic novel—towering, silent, hidden so deep in the woods it was like I’d been dropped into another century.
The driver cleared his throat as I pushed the door open.
“You sure about this place, kid?”
I hauled my duffel bag out. “Yeah. Why?”
He gave me a half-shrug, though his eyes never left the mansion.
“Heard things. Weird things. People say it’s cursed. The guy who lives here? Total mystery. There’s also lotta stories floatin’ around. Screams at night, strange noises. Growling. Lights at odd hours. It’s all hearsay, but... enough that folks don’t go near after dark.”
“People talk,” I muttered. “Doesn’t mean it’s true.”
He sighed like he wanted to say more but thought better of it. “Just be careful, kid.” Then he drove off, gravel spitting from the tires.
I stood there alone, staring at the car as it disappeared. Then I turned back to the gate—seven feet of black iron, vines twisting up the bars like the forest was trying to reclaim it. I hitched my bag over my shoulder and stepped forward. The gate wasn’t even locked. But the second I pushed it open and crossed through, the air felt heavier. Like I’d crossed into someplace I wasn’t supposed to be.
Why was I here again? Right. Not for a visit, not for vacation. This was my freakin punishment—my parents’ idea of discipline after I broke some asshole’s nose at one of their business parties.
It wasn’t even my fucking fault. The guy called me a faggot. And if you know me at all, you know I don’t let that shit slide. So yeah, I did a number on him and he ended up in the hospital, the deal my dad was trying to land fell apart, and now… I was here.
It was worth it at some point. But not until they called every relative they could think of, begging someone to take me for a month. Most made excuses. Some just said no. Their last resort? My dad’s younger brother.
Uncle Knox. Who I hadn’t seen in years.
The guy was basically an enigma. Twenty years younger than my dad, ex-military or something. Rumors followed him—keeps to himself, cold, indifferent. Some said he was dangerous, unstable. Maybe even violent. Hell, for all I knew, he could’ve been a serial killer and they just shipped me off into the woods to fend for myself.
I was still sizing up the place when the front door swung open.
And holy shit.
A guy stepped out. Way younger than I expected. And hot. Like, ridiculously hot.
He leaned against the doorframe like it was a photoshoot—tall, definitely taller than me, and I’m six feet easy. Broad shoulders, thick arms folded across his chest, the sleeves of his black t-shirt clinging like they were about to tear. His whole build looked carved out of stone—sharp jaw, messy dark hair pushed back, a shadow of stubble across his face. And those eyes—icy, clear blue, locked right on me.
This was my uncle? No way. I’d pictured some grumpy hermit who barely remembered how to shower. Not this intimidating, sculpted Adonis who looked like he could bench press me.
“Uncle Knox? Hi, I’m—”
“You’re late.” His voice cut through, low and rough like gravel.
I scrambled for an excuse. “Traffic was—”
“Save it. I don’t even know why I agreed to this. Your father begged, and now I’m stuck with babysitting a man-child for a month.” He pushed off the doorframe, eyes cutting through me. “You follow my rules, we’re fine. Break them, and you’ll wish you hadn’t.”
Fuckin great. Another asshole. He made a vein pop on my temple without trying too hard.
I followed him inside, jaw clenched. The door shut behind me with a heavy thud that felt final, like it wanted to stay shut.
The air smelled different in here. Wood and something deeper—leather maybe, musk. The kind of scent that clings to a guy’s skin after a workout, only cleaner, sharper. Strong. Almost addictive.
“Rules are simple,” Knox said, walking down the hallway without looking back. “You clean up the place. Stay out of the study, my room, and the basement. Don’t go wandering at night, especially during a full moon.”
I blinked, confused. Did I just sign up to be his maid? “Uh… why?”
He stopped and turned toward me. His eyes locked on mine, sharp as hell.
“Because I said so.”
There was weight in his words, like it wasn’t just a rule but a warning. I rolled my eyes internally but nodded. “Got it.”
He studied me a second longer, then turned and kept walking. The muscles in his back rippled under his shirt as he moved, veins along his forearms catching the light. The guy was jacked. I tried not to stare, but yeah, not easy. He was a dick but damn.
We went upstairs, the stairs creaking under his weight. He stopped at a door, pushed it open.
“This is your room.”
It was bigger than I expected—high ceiling, wide bed, heavy wooden furniture. A tall window looked out on nothing but endless forest and sky. No neighbors. No road. Just trees.
“Bathroom’s across the hall,” Knox said. “Don’t wander.”
“Thanks—”
But he was already gone, shutting the door. No smile, no welcome. Just that cold, distant energy like I was a job he didn’t ask for.
I stood there in the middle of the room with my bag still hanging off my shoulder. The silence pressed in again. Great. What a warm fucking welcome.
I flipped the door off before dropping my duffel on the bed. I don’t know what I’d expected—maybe awkward small talk, a gruff “good to see you again.” Anything but being treated like a stray dog that showed up uninvited.
The next few days, I tried getting used to the place. Knox barely spoke unless he had to—or to tell me what to do. First thing out of his mouth was to clean his dusty old house. I grumbled the whole time, but he just leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, watching like it was the most entertaining thing he’d seen all week. Smirking. I almost hurled the broom at his head just to wipe that smug look off his face.
He was definitely messing with me.
After I finished playing his maid, I went to the kitchen for some water. I’d barely taken a sip when he walked in fresh from the shower, a towel slung low around his hips. I nearly spat the whole glass across the counter. He didn’t even look at me, just went straight for the coffee like strolling in half-naked was normal. Soap and steam still clung to his skin, his hair dripping down his shoulders.
My throat locked up, the water going down the wrong way, and I had to cough it out while he poured his cup. Knox glanced over, smirk tugging at his mouth like he knew exactly why I was choking. Then he took a slow sip and left me standing there gripping my glass, ears burning.
Then, just as fast, he’d vanish behind one of those off-limits doors—his room, the study, or worse, the basement.
Sometimes he was gone for hours, the whole afternoon. Not a sound came out of those rooms. Once or twice I pressed my ear to the basement door, but it was dead silent. Almost too silent, like the quiet itself was wrong. I started wondering if he was hiding something down there. A body, maybe. Wouldn’t have shocked me.
And the locks? Not normal. The basement had a reinforced deadbolt, heavy enough to belong in a bunker. It looked like it could hold back a riot. No wonder the whole place gave off survivalist vibes. It wasn’t just weird. It screamed... paranoid.
When I got bored, I wandered the halls. The mansion was huge, but hollow. No family photos, no clutter. Just cold furniture and silence.
The library was dusty, untouched. Old books stacked high, but a few had clearly been read more than once. The titles stood out—History of the Great Lupine, Mystery of Ashton Creek, Mysterious Figures in the Forests of Normandy. Stuff about werewolves, the supernatural, even books on spells and witchcraft.
Did Knox actually believe this shit? I snorted. Hot guys had their quirks too, I guess. I should know.
I thought about trying to break into one of those locked rooms, but every door was bolted tight. Which, of course, made me even more curious.
Eventually I escaped into town just to clear my head. Closest place was twenty minutes out—some gas stations, a diner, a couple markets. The people were polite but stiff, especially when I mentioned where I was staying.
“The mansion in the woods?” the guy at the diner counter asked while sliding me a sandwich.
“Yeah.”
He glanced at another guy behind the counter before looking back at me. “Heard dark things about that place, kid. Even the forest around it is full of legends.”
“What kind of legends?” I asked, biting into the sandwich.
He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Guy next door? Swears he saw something in the trees one night. Said it was tall, fast, moved wrong. Had glowing golden eyes. He also said he heard growling, like something feral. Ashton Creek doesn’t have wolves so that was definitely weird. Then the following day, he found several animal carcasses scattered all over the forest. Mauled and ripped apart, definitely done by a huge beast.”
The second guy, set his elbows on the counter, whispering close.
“Old man Jerry, said he saw some big claw mark in the woods. He had been a hunter for years and he never saw something like that. It was bigger than a bear claw.”
“There were disappearances too,” the first guy added, more serious now. “A couple of teens went camping in those woods a few years ago. Search party found pieces of them. Like, literally—pieces. Torn up, scattered. Gutted. Sheriff chalked it up to an animal, but it didn’t look like any animal they’d seen.”
I swallowed hard. Not gonna lie, it unsettled me.
I paid, trying not to look rattled. They just laughed it off.
“Most of it’s probably bullshit,” first guy said. “Except the teens. That part’s real. But people around here tell stories like bedtime warnings. Keep the kids out of the woods.”
I left after that. I walked around town, asking around without sounding like I was digging too hard. Most people had some version of the same story as the cab driver. Strange noises. Screams in the woods. That house being cursed or haunted or... worse. They didn’t say it directly, but no one wanted to be near it. Not even in daylight.
When I got back to the mansion, Knox was gone. I thought about checking one of the locked doors, but, as usual, it was bolted shut.
He came back the next day though. I woke up to the sound of pigs squealing, sharp and high-pitched. I rushed to the window and caught him pulling up the tailgate of his truck. I didn’t see him dragging anything out, but I could’ve sworn there was something in there.
Later I asked him straight up. “Did you bring back a live pig or something?”
He didn’t even blink. Just looked at me and said, “You’re hearing things.” Then he walked off like that was the end of it.
So yeah. I stopped asking questions and started paying closer attention. He was sus as hell.
Now I wasn’t just gonna sit around and wait to become another body buried in the woods. If he was hiding something, I wanted to know before I ended up part of it.
By the end of the week, I had the house mapped out in my head. Every hallway, every creaky step, every weird draft. I even managed to make a copy of the basement key. Kinda proud of that one.
It happened one morning. Knox set his keys down on the counter to grab a drink. Fate twisted, because I was chewing gum. Any man with an average IQ and guts would’ve taken that shot and pressed the basement key into the gum. Even if it was nasty. So that’s what I did.
It was the oddest-looking one, so I was seventy percent sure. Clean imprint, good edges. Once he was gone into the off limit rooms again, I knew he’ll be there for hours, I took a cab into town and found some sketchy guy who could duplicate it. When I showed him the imprint, he looked at me like I’d handed him roadkill. Rude. But money talks.
So yeah, now I had a key to the basement. Military-grade or not, it should open it. Hopefully.
I kept circling the house, looking for more clues. The old hardwood groaned under my steps like it knew I was curious. Sometimes I’d walk by the study and wonder what was inside, but I never risked getting caught.
I still didn’t get the chance to use the basement key, though. Knox was always around. And I couldn’t shake the feeling I was being watched. Every time I looked over my shoulder, no one was there, but the hair on my arms stood up anyway.
Then I found some actual proof. Claw marks carved deep into the siding behind the house. Too big for a dog. Too high up for anything normal. Torn clothes scattered in the trash. And worst, a rag soaked in dried blood.
Not gonna lie, that one messed me up. After I saw it, I started packing, booked the earliest flight back home. Fuck the basement. Fuck the key. I needed to leave ASAP.
I just had to survive tonight. Tomorrow I’d be back in my warm, fluffy bed.
That evening Knox and I actually had dinner together, which was rare as hell. Almost unsettling. The table was quiet except for the scrape of forks. I chewed like my life depended on it.
At one point, he set his fork down and just looked at me.
“You’re not going out tonight,” he said. No room for debate.
My chest tightened. Did he find out about the flight? Or that I thought he was a killer? Shit. Was I gonna be fertilizer for the forest?
I forced a laugh, but my voice cracked. “O-okay?”
“Stay in your room. Lock the door.”
“…Why?”
He held my gaze, eyes sharp.
“Because I said so.”
Something about the way he said it made the air feel colder.
“And don’t go near the basement,” he added. “No matter what you hear.”
Then he stood up and walked away, just like that.
I bolted to my room, locking it tight. The dishes? Screw the dishes.
I shoved a chair under the doorknob and looked around for an escape route. Hours passed. Nothing happened. I tried to calm down, sat on the bed, stared at the ceiling. But the unease clung to me like smoke.
I checked my phone. No Wi-Fi. No signal. Just half-loaded photos and old group chats. I scrolled through texts from friends, even one from my mom on the day I got here, telling me to “be nice to your uncle.”
Be nice. Right. My uncle might already be planning where to bury me.
The isolation hit harder tonight. Not just alone in the mansion—cut off. Like whatever was out there, or down there, was waiting for nightfall.
The quiet was suffocating. The trees outside looked like they were pressing closer by the hour, shadows thick against the glass. Moonlight poured in bright, too bright. And of course, it was a full moon.
Just as I started to drift, I heard it.
A growl.
Low. Guttural. Not a dog. Not anything that belonged inside the house.
I shot upright, heart hammering. The room was normal, but I knew what I heard.
Another growl—deeper this time.
I slipped out of bed, bare feet cold on the floor, and crept into the hall. Every instinct screamed at me to stay put, but of course, I didn’t.
I slowly dragged the chair from the door and peeked out. The house felt heavier now, shadows thick, floorboards groaning louder.
The sound came again. Not upstairs. Downstairs.
I crept down the steps, holding my breath. Moved past the kitchen until I reached the hallway. The basement door waited at the end.
The growling was getting louder down here. I could feel it through the floorboards, this deep rumble that made the whole doorframe shake.
I pressed my ear against it. Chains clinked. Metal dragging across concrete. And a squeal—sharp, wet, panicked. A pig. Then silence.
My blood turned to ice.
“Uncle Knox?” I called, knocking once. “You down there?”
Nothing. The hell am I doing? I don’t even know.
Another growl—rougher this time, strained, like something in pain.
I tried the knob. It was locked of course.
My hands were shaking as I dug the copied key out of my pocket. Slipped it into the lock and turned. Click. But when I pushed on the door, it wouldn't budge.
“Fuck me,” I muttered. Double lock.
A scream suddenly boomed up from below. I knew it was uncle Knox’s. He sounded like he was in so much pain.
I banged harder. “Uncle Knox!”
No answer. Just more dragging chains, something heavy shifting.
I stepped back and threw my whole body at the door. First time, nothing. Second time, my shoulder felt like it was gonna pop out. Third time, the lock finally gave way and the door flew open.
The smell that hit me nearly knocked me on my ass.
It was like walking into a wall of hot, thick air—blood and sweat mixed with this wild, animal stench that made me want to puke. It was so putrid that I had to grab the doorframe to keep from stumbling backward.
The stone steps were ice cold under my bare feet as I crept down into the flickering darkness. The room was lit by a few flickering candles, just enough to make out the cage. Steel bars bent and twisted. Blood smeared across the floor. The pig—what was left of it—looked shredded, like something had torn into it with its teeth.
And in the middle of it all, Uncle Knox was on his knees.
Holy shit. His body was massive—bigger than I remembered. Shirt ripped open, soaked in sweat and blood, muscles bulging like his skin was barely holding them in. Chains hung from his wrists, his chest rising and falling fast. His head was bowed.
Then he looked up.
His eyes glowed gold. Inhuman.
“Jace,” he growled, voice thick, cracking—part human, part beast. “You shouldn’t be here.”
My breath caught. I took a step back.
"I heard screaming, thought you were hurt—" The words died in my throat. I couldn't look away from the way his muscles rippled when he breathed, the dangerous gleam in those inhuman eyes.
Knox rose to his feet in one fluid motion, and Christ, he was even bigger standing up. His whole body was trembling with barely contained power, veins bulging under sweat-slicked skin. My eyes dropped down—Jesus, he was huge everywhere. When he opened his mouth, I caught a flash of razor-sharp canines.
“Get upstairs,” he rasped. “Lock the door.”
I stumbled backward, my hand scraping against rough stone. The sharp sting made me hiss, and instantly his head snapped up. He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, and something predatory flickered across his face.
“Run.” A scary growl tore out of him, and the way he said it made me shoot up.
I bolted up, but I heard the chains snapped like paper.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuckkk—”
Pain lashed through my arm as something yanked me down. My knees hit the stairs hard. Before I could even try to crawl away, more than two hundred pounds of solid muscle crashed down on top of me.
“No—Uncle Knox—please don’t kill me—” I gasped, scrambling.
He caught my legs, dragging me back like I was nothing. My stomach hit the steps, teeth clacking from the impact. His whole body pressed over mine, hot and crushing. Sweat, musk, the metallic stink of blood.
“You bled,” he growled, more beast than man. “You fucking bled for me.”
The fuck? He was gone.
“Please, Uncle Knox. It’s me, Jace—"
Fabric tore—my shorts ripped clean off. My head spun. Bare from the waist down, I tried to cover myself, but then his face was right there, pressed to my ass, breath hot and uneven. His stubble scraped as he shoved his nose deep between my cheeks and dragged in a savage breath like he’d been starving.
“Smells so good,” he groaned, biting my ass cheek. “Sweet. Ripe. Ready for me.”
“Uncle Knox, wait—oh fuck—”
His tongue dragged hot and wet over me before I could finish. The first swipe made me jolt forward, shock running through me, but his hands locked on my ass, spreading me wide, pulling me back against his mouth. He licked again, sloppy and hungry, tongue pushing inside, growls rumbling deep in his chest and vibrating through my skin.
“Fuck—” My voice broke as his tongue drove deeper, messy and wet. His nails dug into me, holding me open, forcing me to take it while he devoured me like he couldn’t get enough.
“Moan for me,” he muttered against my hole, voice dark. “Let me hear it.”
I gasped. “Knox—oh fuck—”
He slapped my ass hard, “Louder.”
“Knox, please,” I screamed.
His hips ground into the floor, rutting like an animal, every lick more desperate, drool dripping down my thighs as he worked me open.
When he pulled back, I barely caught my breath before he shoved his pants down.
His cock swung free, heavy and thick, already glistening. The sight made my stomach drop. It looked monstrous. More than ten inches, easy, fat and veiny. Precum leaked in steady ropes down the swollen angry head, wetting the shaft, dripping like it was already begging to be inside me.
“U-Uncle Knox—it’s so big, it won’t—”
“Shut the fuck up,” he snarled, yanking me closer, nails digging into my hips.
The hot swollen head pressed against me, smearing his salty juice over my hole. The heat of it alone made me whimper. Then he pushed, making me gasp.
“Fuck!” My scream broke into the basement walls as the fat head forced past the first ring, splitting me open.
Knox’s mouth was at my ear, his growl hot on my skin. “So fucking tight.”
He rutted in deeper, forcing that thick cock inside. Inch by filthy inch. I could feel every vein pulsing from his delicious warm meat.
Tears burned down my face. My body shook from the stretch. He didn’t stop until the whole thing was inside.
“Fuck—It hurts. You’re gonna split me in half—”
“Take it, slut,” he snarled, his hips slamming into mine, balls slapping against me. “Take your alpha’s cock.”
The pace turned brutal, his growls ragged, chest rumbling like he couldn’t get enough. My own hips started pushing back, chasing it even through the burn, cock dripping onto the steps as he pounded me.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. It feels so good, Knox.” I fucked back onto him harder.
He grabbed the back of my neck, forcing me down, fucking me harder, beast-like, animalistic.
Every thrust hit my prostate dead-on, my brain going white, body shaking. My cock slapped against my stomach, leaking strings of precum.
“Don’t stop—fuck—Knox—”
“Listen to you,” he groaned, sweat dripping on me. “Moaning like a bitch in heat.”
His hips slammed harder, the sound wet and filthy, the basement echoing with his growls and my helpless moans. The stink of sweat, sex, blood and heat filled the air, thick and raw.
“Fuck—yes—I can’t—oh god—” My voice cracked, desperate, broken.
When his pace stuttered, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“I’m gonna—fuck. I’m gonna fucking come, Knox. Faster. Fuck me. Don’t stop.”
He snarled and fucked me like a battering ram, the sound was so loud and forceful.
My body gave out, orgasm tearing through me. Cum spurted across the floor, hot ropes painting the filthy stone. My hole clenched around him, milking him.
“Fuck—” I moaned, legs shaking.
He made a primal sound, teeth sinking into my shoulder. His thrusts turned desperate, sloppy, rutting deep as his cock throbbed hard inside me. Heat flooded me, thick cum pouring in, overwhelming, spilling down my thighs even as he kept slamming to the hilt, pumping me full of his semen.
I collapsed forward, shaking, hole clenching and twitching around him, not letting his cock slide out. He stayed buried deep, cock pulsing heavy, riding it out until his growls broke into harsh panting. Then finally he pulled out, and I shivered at the wet slide, cum leaking down my legs.
When I looked back, his eyes were wild, feral gold, chest heaving, sweat slick down his body.
“Uncl—”
Before I could finish, he flipped me with a snarl, hauling me up like I weighed nothing. My legs locked around his waist instinctively as his cock shoved back inside with one brutal thrust. His arms clamped under my thighs, holding me open, his teeth bared as he started walking up the stairs with me impaled on his cock, still fucking me deep with every step.
His skin was hot, slick with sweat, and so was mine. We stuck together, peeling apart like Velcro, the scent pouring off him—musk, blood, and something primal that clung to his skin.
At his door he didn’t bother with the knob, just kicked it open. Wood splintered everywhere.
I stared at the room. First time seeing it—and it was wrecked. Claw marks shredded wallpaper, furniture smashed, mattress ripped at the edges. Nothing like the neat freak I thought he was.
He tossed me on the bed, his cock slipping free, dragging against me on the way down. The loss made me shiver, then ache for more. My back hit the mattress hard, air knocked out of me. I barely caught a breath before he was on top, knees slamming into the bed, caging me in.
He was so hot, looking down at me like a predator. I swallowed hard and reached down to stroke his cock in between us.
The growl in his chest was low, guttural, vibrating through me. Then my damp shirt was gone, torn away like paper. His hands were everywhere—grabbing, tearing, pulling me apart. Naked in seconds, pinned flat under him.
I wasn’t small, but under him I felt it. He was huge—everywhere. Especially his cock, thick and leaking between my thighs, like what we’d already done wasn’t anywhere close to enough.
His lips pulled back in a snarl, chest heaving with ragged breaths. Nothing human in that look—just hunger, rage, lust.
He grabbed my hips and flipped me again, no words, just action. My knees dug into the bed, hands gripping the sheets, head spinning.
He lined up and slammed in. No warning. No teasing. Just one furious thrust that stole the air from my lungs. He mounted me like a dog.
“Fuck!” I choked, back arching.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t give me a chance to breathe. He just kept slamming into me, brutal, relentless, like he had to break me open again.
The headboard pounded against the wall loudly, sheets twisting under my fists. My legs trembled with every savage thrust.
He grunted with each movement, breath hot on my back, fingers digging into my waist like he’d tear me in half if I tried to crawl away.
“You smell like mine,” he growled, voice cracking deep.
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Just moan and take it, splitting open around him.
He dragged me back onto his cock again and again, groaning like he still couldn’t fuck me deep enough.
“You’re not leaving this bed,” he hissed against my neck, biting down hard, “not unless you’re dead, or I’m satisfied.”
I whimpered as his teeth sank into my shoulder. Not breaking skin, but enough to leave a mark.
“Uncle, please—” I didn’t even know what I was begging for.
He didn’t answer. Just pulled out and flipped me onto my back, ramming back inside with one slam that made my vision blur.
The room was hot, air thick with sweat and sex and him. My legs shook, body jerking with every thrust, head thrown back into the pillows.
Sweat dripped from him onto me. I licked my lips and tasted a salty drop as it fell from his forehead.
“Mm, fuck,” I moaned, licking it away. “So salty. Daddy.”
The words slipped out before I could stop them. I regretted them instantly. It was filthy, wrong, something I never thought I’d say—especially to him.
Knox growled louder, fucking me harder, like the word had flipped a switch. He leaned down, tongue dragging up my throat.
The same man who barely looked at me days ago was now fucking me into his bed, hips locked to mine, thrusting so deep I could hardly breathe. The sounds ripping from his chest makes my cock harder. They shook through me, shook the bed against the wall.
My legs rested on his massive shoulders. I was folded nearly in half as he drove into me, relentless.
My nails raked down his back to the small of it. He didn’t slow. If anything, he felt bigger, stretching me more.
“Shit—fuck… Knox—” My voice cracked.
But he didn’t stop. He was merciless. Breathing hard, rough hands gripping my hips like they were his to own, spreading me wider, slamming deeper. The headboard rattled like it might splinter apart.
I thought I was going to die from the force of it. Then I felt the swell at the base of his cock, stretching me more than I could take.
“I—fuck, stop! What’s happening? Motherfucker, it hurts—”
A tear slipped down from the pain. I squirmed, tried to push him off.
He growled, hand wrapping around my throat, holding me still.
I gasped, legs shaking. My body burned, heat pooling low in my spine, coiling too fast. “Pull out. What the hell—I’m gonna fucking split in two.”
Then his teeth crashed into my neck. And bit. Hard. Canines deep, skin breaking, blood warm as it spilled.
I screamed, clawing his back desperate. My whole body seized, pain and pleasure crashing together in white heat as his teeth locked on and his cock shoved in fully, cock swelling and locking us tight. He was inside me so deep I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—just pulsed around him, cumming hard, legs kicking weak as I spilled between us.
It was insane. Explosive. Mind-blowing.
Knox snarled against my neck, grinding in with brutal need, rutting through his release, locked tight. His hand still gripping my throat like steel, holding me crushed to him as he shook from the force of it all.
All I could do was whimper as his bite throbbed on my skin, blood warm, cock twitching inside me. He lapped at my neck, cleaning the wound.
I didn’t even know what the hell had just happened.
Then suddenly—he froze.
Those wild golden eyes dimmed, cooling into that flat glacier-blue stare. Like the beast had stepped back, leaving something colder behind. His grip on my throat eased.
He blinked slow, then looked down—between us, where we were still locked together.
“…Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
“You—you’re back,” I rasped.
He didn’t answer right away. Just stared at me a beat too long before his hand slid down to my waist.
“It’ll go down soon,” he said, voice low, flat.
I tried to shift, but the pressure was brutal, his cock still buried deep. I hissed through my teeth. “Ah—fuck—what the hell is that? It hurts. Why can’t I pull off?”
His hand tightened.
“Stop moving. It’s a knot,” he snapped.
The beast-edge was gone, but his voice was still sharp, commanding.
“A knot? Like… dogs?” I bit out. “Are you a fucking dog?”
That set him off.
“Stop calling me a dog,” he growled, the sound rumbling low, dangerous.
His thumb dragged slow over my hip, grounding me. His eyes flicked to my neck. “You’re bleeding.”
The bite throbbed, raw and stinging.
“No shit,” I panted. “I can feel it.”
His mouth twitched into the faintest curve. “Good.”
The word hit like a slap. My breath caught. “…What?”
My pulse spiked as I stared at him. His smirk carved deeper, dangerous.
“What the hell did you do to me?” My voice shook, low and rough. “What even are you?”
His gaze dipped to the mark on my neck, then down to where we were still connected, before locking on me again.
He leaned close, mouth brushing the side of my face, stubble scraping my cheek. His whisper burned my ear.
“You already know what I am. You saw it in the basement.”
He pulled back just enough to pin me with his eyes.
“Think. I’ve been trailing you. Leaving hints. You saw them.”
I swallowed hard.
“You’re a werewolf… and you’ve been stalking me?”
He chuckled. Low. Dark.
“That’s right. I knew every move you made. You think I didn’t notice the flight you booked to New York? The spare key you cut? Or the way you’ve been watching me since day one?”
My fingers curled into the sheets.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I breathed.
Knox’s stare iced over, then curved into a sharp smirk that made my skin crawl in the best way.
“Playing dumb? You think I didn’t catch the way you looked at me? Like you wanted me to bend you over and fuck you senseless? I could smell it. Every time. Your arousal. How much you wanted me.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. Shit. He had some kind of predator’s sixth sense.
His smile widened, eyes dragging down my body. “Your heart’s racing.”
I bit my lip hard.
“But don’t worry,” he muttered softer, almost to himself. “I felt it too. First time I saw you, I wanted to ruin you. Every time that ass bounced in front of me, I thought about bending you over. But I didn’t. Because I’m your uncle.”
His face twisted like he hated the word. “That’s why I kept my hands off.”
Then his eyes cut back to mine, sharp and dangerous.
“You shouldn’t have gone down to that basement, pretty boy.”
A shiver ripped through me.
“Now you don’t get to leave. You’re mated to me. Stuck with me. And I’m gonna use you every time I’m hungry.” His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Which is every day.”
I couldn’t even speak. Overwhelmed.
“I was only supposed to stay until the end of the month. Dad said—”
“Fuck your dad.” His grip crushed my waist. “The only way you’re leaving here is in a coffin. Or when I’m dead. And I don’t plan on dying.” His grin split sharp. “Aren’t I your daddy now?”
My face went pale. “That—that’s not what I—”
He cut me off, crushing his mouth to mine. A savage kiss. Hot and messy, tongue forcing past my lips, owning me. I moaned into him without meaning to, hands tangling in his hair. He gripped the back of my neck, holding me there, drowning me in spit and tongue until I was gasping when he finally pulled away. A string of saliva stretched between us.
“I’m your alpha, Jace. You listen to me and I’ll take care of you.”
He leaned down again, and we made out for few minutes until his knot finally began to shrink. The shift inside me sharp as he pulled free. I gasped at the sudden emptiness, cum spilling out of me, body twitching.
He watched it drip with dark eyes, his cock slick and heavy with everything we’d done. His eyes glittered as he shifted, moving up to straddle my face, pressing that monstrous weapon against my lips.
“Clean it,” he said. Not a request. “Clean Daddy’s cock so we can go another round.”
I hesitated a heartbeat. The smell was filthy, musky, wrong—but I opened my mouth anyway. Took him in, sucked slow, then deeper until I gagged around the stretch. His bitter cum coated my tongue, raw and masculine.
I pulled his cock off and smelled it like a fucking cinnamon stick before taking that thick meat back into my mouth.
Knox chuckled, wiping spit from the corner of my mouth with his thumb.
“That’s my good boy.” His voice dropped, calm as a death sentence. “Forget going home. You’re mine now. Forever.”
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