"Are you still going to the den?" Naelira asked, brows raised in suspicion, as the doors of the Aetherwing hissed open.
She watched as instead of heading toward his penthouse suite at Lightning Peak, Tuf lazily pressed the button leading to the deeper levels, towards his underground dungeon Hades.
"I had a long day," he said with a wicked grin, waggling his brows. "I deserve a break."
Naelira sighed and shook her head. She knew what kind of 'break' Tuf usually indulged in, and frankly, she didn't want to know the details.
But this time… Tuf didn't head for his pleasure suite, the velvet-drenched chamber that had witnessed too many moans and whispered lies to count.
No.
He went deeper.
Far beneath the surface, down past the silenced chambers, beyond the blood-echoed walls of the training cells, he descended to the Monster Den. A restricted zone. A place only a handful were allowed to access.
And deeper still, hidden within its cold stone veins, was a single, sealed door, leading to a private room that even Naelira was forbidden from entering.
A room with a one-way mirror.
A room that overlooked the monster pits.
A room that concealed more than secrets.
When Tuf unlocked the door and stepped inside, he saw her immediately.
She stood silently before the vast glass wall, looking down at the chaos below, the violent roars, the clash of beast and chain. But her gaze… it was distant. She wasn't seeing the monsters.
She was somewhere else.
She wore one of his black shirts. Oversized on her tall frame, it still hung loose around her thighs, exposing the curve of her hip, the long stretch of legs that always drove him mad.
Her raven hair fell like silk down her back, brushing the curve of her waist.
Tuf didn't speak. He moved to the darkwood bar along the far side of the room, pouring himself a glass of rum with casual grace, but his eyes never left her.
He had fucked countless women.
Touched, tasted, conquered.
But no one had ever made him feel the way she did.
Not even Naelira. Not even close.
With slow, measured steps, Tuf approached her, his presence magnetic, heat trailing behind him like shadowfire.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his large hands settling against her narrow waist. His lips found the side of her neck, pressing a kiss there, a kiss she wordlessly offered him, tilting her head just enough to give him access.
He inhaled her scent, darkness and moonlight. Then without warning, his fangs bared, and he sank them deep into her throat.
"Hhhnn!" Luna gasped, her composure breaking as his venom surged into her bloodstream. Her hands clenched against the glass.
It wasn't just ecstasy. It was intoxication. Tuf's venom was unlike any other, designed not just to kill, but to unravel. And only she could survive it.
He drank just enough, just enough to taste her fire and fury, then pulled back with a low growl of satisfaction, licking the bite slowly as her breathing hitched.
Still holding her with one arm, he brought the rum to his lips, drank it, and then gently tilted her face toward his, capturing her mouth and sharing the rum in a kiss that burned hotter than flame.
The empty glass floated silently back to the desk.
Their kiss deepened, grew hungrily impatient, and Luna moaned softly as one of Tuf's hands moved up, fingers teasing her breast through the thin fabric. He pinched her nipple, earning another sharp intake of breath from her.
His other hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the hem of the shirt, fingers sliding between her thighs. She was already wet for him.
He turned her swiftly, pressing her back against the cold glass wall, his lips devouring hers again. Their bodies melded, breath ragged and fast.
The monsters below screamed and fought, unseen. But inside this room, the real storm was just beginning.
They broke apart just enough to look at each other.
Tuf's obsidian eyes glinted with desire, primal and wild.
Luna's eyes, those strange, ethereal black-and-gold irises, burned with barely restrained hunger.
They stared at each other, no words, only the feverish heat that coiled like smoke between their bodies.
A dangerous, undeniable truth pulsed in the space they shared.
Whatever this was…
Whatever twisted line they kept crossing…
They could never stop.
Tuf's gaze remained locked on Luna's as he slowly raised the finger he'd just pulled from her slick warmth. Without breaking eye contact, he slid it into his mouth, tongue swirling, savoring her essence like sin itself.
"Still the sweetest thing I've ever tasted," he murmured.
Luna's eyes darkened with desire.
And without a word, she leapt into his arms. He caught her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as she crashed her mouth against his.
This time, she took the lead, her kiss wild and commanding, tongue dancing with his, her hands tangled in his hair. She bit down on his lower lip, drawing a low, primal growl from his chest that vibrated through both of them.
Still holding her, Tuf moved across the room, stepping away from the glass and toward the shadow-drenched bed. He laid them down, her body sprawled beneath his. Her thighs clung tighter around him, feeling the hard bulge pressing against her through his pants.
He was already painfully hard.
And the way she moved beneath him, slow, teasing, hot, nearly shattered his control.
Luna trailed kisses down his jaw, her fangs dragging lightly against his skin before sinking deep into the side of his neck.
It was payback.
It was foreplay.
It was war.
Her euphoric venom poured into his bloodstream, a sweet rush that sharpened every nerve and sent lightning straight to his cock.
Tuf's breath hitched. He swore under it.
For a second, he thought he might come just from that bite alone. But he held it back. They had only just begun.
With one swift, practiced motion, he ripped the oversized shirt from her body, baring her completely beneath him.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Fuck," Tuf whispered, eyes drinking her in, the flushed skin, the swell of her breasts, the way she breathed like she was made for sin. "Gods, look at you…" His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he smirked, like a starving predator.
Then he descended.
He didn't just touch her.
He worshipped her.
He kissed her. Bit her. Licked her.
His mouth traveled across her collarbone, down to her breasts. He flicked his tongue over one nipple before biting gently, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.
He moved lower, his fangs grazing her abdomen, tasting every trembling inch of her skin. He left marks. Possession. Proof.
And when he made it to the center of her heat, he looked up at her, eyes gleaming obsidian, hunger written in every line of his face.
She watched him.
He wanted her to.
Then he parted her folds with his fingers and devoured her.
His tongue worked with maddening rhythm, circling, flicking, stroking her into chaos. She arched and cried out, her hips lifting into his mouth, her hands fisting the sheets as her body trembled.
He tasted every drop of her sweetness like it was the last thing he'd ever consume. Every sound she made only drove him harder.
Thanks to the heavy enchantments around the room, no sound could escape, not even her screams.
And scream she did.
Because Tuf didn't hold back.
He wanted her undone. He wanted her broken.
He wanted her his.
Luna was close, teetering on the edge.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed, her climax tearing through her as his fangs sank into the tender flesh just above her clit.
Pleasure exploded in white-hot waves, making her vision blur. Her body convulsed as she shattered beneath him, and still, he didn't stop, licking her through every tremor, every aftershock, every desperate breath.
Tuf growled against her flesh, intoxicated by her taste, her sounds, her scent.
Luna writhed beneath him, fire in her veins, bliss in her bones, and chaos singing in her soul.
Because only with him… only within this wicked darkness… could she finally burn.
As the shudders of her climax began to ebb, Luna pushed herself up, breathless and still trembling, then abruptly shoved Tuf back onto the bed. Before he could speak, she tore at his clothes with no warning, ripping fabric, stripping him of every layer, exposing the powerful form beneath her fingertips.
"Easy, kitten," Tuf teased, his voice a low rasp. But the way his obsidian eyes blazed told her the truth, he liked this. He loved when she took control, when she turned his power back on him like a storm wearing silk.
Luna didn't speak. She didn't need to.
Her lips did all the talking.
She kissed his throat. Bit down on his shoulder. Licked a trail across the hard plane of his chest, tracing every ridge of his sculpted abs with her tongue and teeth. She worshipped him the same way he had done to her, slowly, hungrily, without mercy.
And when she finally wrapped her fingers around his throbbing length, Tuf groaned aloud, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
Then she lowered her head.
The first touch of her mouth to his tip was enough to rip a hiss from his throat.
"Fûck, kitten, " he gasped, head falling back as his hands tangled in her silky hair. She was ruthless. Skilled. Her lips warm, tongue wicked, her fangs grazing the sensitive flesh just enough to make him twitch. She sucked and stroked with expert rhythm, her hand pumping what her mouth couldn't hold, her eyes never once leaving his.
It was torture. It was divine.
Tuf tried to hold back, but Luna was relentless. She knew exactly what he liked. And what would undo him.
"You're so big," she whispered between licks, licking the slit teasingly. "I love how you taste."
His size didn't intimidate her, she loved it. Loved how full he made her feel. How he filled her perfectly. Always.
Tuf couldn't look away.
Couldn't even blink.
She pulled her mouth off him slowly, licking along the slit at the tip, teasing him cruelly.
"Cûm in my mouth," she whispered, lewd and shameless.
That was it. That was all it took.
"Fûck!" Tuf choked, body tensing violently as his climax hit. His hips jerked and he moaned her name, deep and raw, while Luna swallowed everything. Every drop. Like she owned him, and she does..
"Kitten," he rasped, voice shaking as he looked at her. But the way he said it… it wasn't brotherly. It wasn't familial.
It was possessive.
Hungry.
He grasped her arms, pulling her upward, guiding her to straddle him.
"Let me in," he rasped.
They moved together, Tuf settling his back against the headboard so that their bodies were closer, more intertwined. Luna's legs hugged his waist, her arms resting on his shoulders.
Tuf kissed her again, this time slower. Deeper. His mouth moved to her breast, lips closing around her left nipple while his hand fondled the other, and the second hand gently caressed the curve of her back.
"Let me in now, kitten," he said, half-demanding, half-pleading.
And she did.
With a single motion, Luna positioned them together and slowly, inch by torturous inch, lowered herself onto him.
They both moaned at the contact.
Tuf growled like a beast marking its mate. Luna gasped, her nails sinking into his shoulders. Their connection was molten, aching, tight, perfect.
They moved together, slowly at first, savoring each delicious stretch and pull, every slick slide and pulse. They weren't in a rush.
In the sanctuary of this hidden room, behind glass and shadows and silence, they worshipped each other.
Here, time didn't matter.
Here, only they existed.
They reached their peaks, clinging to one another as pleasure shattered through them, and yet, once was never enough.
It never was.
They did it again.
Tuf took control next, laying Luna beneath him and thrusting deep. Her hands clutched the sheets, her cries muffled only by his lips on hers.
Then she was bent over the bed, and he took her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other pulling her hair.
They did it sideways. Mouths brushing. Bodies twisted together like sin.
They moved fast. They moved slow.
They gave and they took.
Pleasure and pain. Control and surrender.
Ruin and resurrection.
And even as they collapsed together in the dark, breathless and tangled, they knew the night wasn't over.
Because with them, it never was.