Claimed by three Alphas
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️
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Chapter 4
Aurelius's knot held for long minutes.
It throbbed inside me with every heartbeat. Hot pulses of his release kept coming in slow waves. My belly felt tight and full, too full. Every small shift tugged at my rim. Sharp pleasure-pain sparked through me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I refused to beg.
Finally, the knot softened.
Aurelius pulled out with a wet sound. Slick and cum spilled from me. It ran down my crack and pooled on the leather beneath. I clenched on nothing again. Empty. Aching. My body hated the loss as much as it hated the fullness.
Aurelius stood. He wiped sweat from his brow and grinned down at me. "Good boy. Took me like you were made for it."
I glared. No words. My throat felt raw from holding back screams.
Thorne nodded toward Cassian. "Your turn."
Cassian rose from his place at my head. Slow. No rush. He moved like water. Quiet. Inevitable.
He circled the bench once. His amber eyes never left me, studying. Memorizing.
He stopped between my legs and looked down at my wrecked hole. Slick and cum glistened there. Open. Reddened. Still fluttering.
He did not speak.
He never did much.
Instead, he reached down. One finger traced my stretched rim, gentle. Almost careful. The touch made me shiver. My hole clenched around nothing. More slick leaked out.
Cassian's finger slipped inside. Easy. No resistance left after the first two. He crooked it. Pressed against that spot inside me, the one that made stars burst behind my eyes.
I gasped. My back arched. The straps held me down.
He added a second finger, scissoring them. Slow stretch. Opening me wider. Preparing.
His other hand rested on my thigh, thumb stroking the skin there. Soothing. Claiming.
Thorne and Aurelius watched, silent now, arms crossed. Waiting.
Cassian withdrew his fingers.
He unbuckled his belt. Leather whispered. Pants slid down.
His cock emerged. Long. Curved upward. Thick knot at the base, already swelling. Darker skin flushed. Veins prominent. It looked made to hit deep. To stay.
He lined up. The head nudged my entrance. Hot. Slick. Ready.
He pushed in.
Slow. Inch by inch. No rush. No violence. Just steady pressure, filling me deeper than the others. The curve dragged along my front wall, hitting that spot over and over.
I moaned. Could not stop it. Loud. Broken.
Cassian leaned forward. His long black hair fell around us like a curtain, blocking out the firelight. Only his amber eyes were visible, burning into mine.
He bottomed out. Hips flush. Knot bumping my rim but not forcing yet.
He stayed there. Still. Letting me feel every inch. Every throb.
Then he moved.
Slow rolls. Deep thrusts. Controlled. Precise. Each one aimed to rub that spot, to build the fire slow and steady.
My cock leaked steadily now. Untouched. Dripping onto my stomach.
My hole gripped him, trying to keep him inside.
Pleasure coiled tight. Too much. Not enough.
Cassian's hand slid to my throat again, thumb pressing my pulse. Felt it race.
His other hand wrapped around my cock, first touch there. Firm. Slow strokes matching his thrusts.
I cried out, body jerking against the straps.
He sped up just enough. Thrusts deeper. Knot swelling bigger. Bumping harder. Threatening.
I shook my head. Tears streamed. "No... too much..."
Cassian leaned closer. His breath ghosted my lips.
For the first time, he spoke. Voice low. Rough. Barely a whisper.
"Mine."
One final deep thrust.
His knot caught. Swelled. Locked.
Heat flooded me again. Thick ropes of release filled what space was left. My belly swelled slightly. Overfull. Owned.
Cassian stayed buried. Knot pulsing. Hand still stroking my cock in slow pulls.
I shattered.
Orgasm hit hard. White-hot. Vision blurred. Body convulsing. Cum shot across my chest in weak spurts. Hole clenching around his knot. Milking him.
He did not move. Just held me through it. Hand on my throat. Eyes locked on mine.
Silent. Possessive. Complete.
When my tremors faded, he lowered his head. Pressed his forehead to mine.
Still inside. Still locked. Still owning.
Thorne's voice cut through the haze. Low. Satisfied.
"All three of us now. You're marked. Claimed."
Aurelius chuckled. "Welcome to the triad, little omega."
Cassian said nothing more.
He just stayed. Deep. Locked.
Letting me feel it. Letting me know.
There was no escape.
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7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
7.9
Viewer Discretion Advised: This sultry collection plunges into raw, unbridled passion, shadowy romance, and the intoxicating grip of dominance, obsession, and carnal temptation. Crafted for mature audiences, it teases the edges of taboo entanglements, feverish ecstasy, and the razor-thin boundary between restraint and total, shuddering surrender.
In Dangerous Desires, immerse yourself in a realm where lust overrides reason and pulses thunder on the brink of ecstasy and devastation. Each tale strips bare a new facet of craving-where adversaries melt into entangled lovers, hidden truths threaten to shatter kingdoms of control, and erotic hunger flares in the most forbidden corners.
From dominant CEOs and eager assistants locked in charged, sweat-slicked power plays, to tycoons and subordinates blurring the lines of authority with breathless, illicit touches, every clash throbs with electric tension. Foes prowl like flame to tinder, sparking an unstoppable blaze of chemistry that demands skin-on-skin surrender.
Venturing deeper into the forbidden, twilight beckons with supernatural seduction-enigmatic lovers, eternal seducers, and ethereal entities lure mortals into bonds that tangle terror with throbbing arousal. In these realms, desire doesn't merely stir-it devours, leaving bodies quivering and souls utterly claimed.
Each story in this anthology throbs with peril, allure, and the exquisite rush of yielding to the forbidden ache-one that shouldn't ignite, but consumes without mercy.
7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer.
He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else.
When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg.
Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death.
As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career.
I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived.
I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self.
Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power.
I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage.
"I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig."
I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.
9.4
My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.
9.0
The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live.
It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders.
"Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now."
He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party.
When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests.
Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim.
Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat.
"I am freezing your trust fund. Get on your knees and apologize to Kelli right now, or you won't see another dime."
A massive, suffocating sense of absurdity washed over Aretha. She had spent six years lowering her head and begging for their approval, only to be treated like a disposable placeholder. Why should she spend her final days enduring this agonizing torture for people who didn't even care if she breathed?
Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm—ready to fight for her own life.
9.6
When a global anomaly awakens dormant powers within them, a neuroscientist, a physicist, and an artist discover they are connected by a force that defies time itself. Mert sees the memories of strangers. Elena witnesses the fabric of reality crack. Kai paints symbols from a past he never knew. Thrown together by fate, they are not alone. Across the globe, others are awakening too-gifted with extraordinary abilities. But they are not the only ones. A powerful cabal-a ruthless financier, a tech mogul, and a charismatic influencer-sees the anomaly not as a warning, but as a weapon. Their ambition shatters the timeline, scattering the group across history: from the smog-choked streets of Victorian London to a transhumanist future, and into a terrifying parallel present. Broken into three teams, the group must hunt their enemies through time itself. To survive, they must master their new powers and forge bonds of love and loyalty strong enough to bend the laws of physics. Their final battle will not be fought in any single era, but at the crossroads of all realities, where the key to existence-the very heart of time-is at stake.