Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
Their eyes are on me now. I reach for my phone, feeling its cold edge as I pull it out and unlock it. My thumb hovers for a moment before I switch the camera on, the red record button glowing like a challenge.
I’m not nervous. No, this needs to be done. The truth has been twisted for too long, and I won’t let the world continue to tear down the woman I love. I won’t stand by while they reduce her to a headline.
“For so long now, Leila,” I begin, my voice steady, but the words feel heavy like they’re fighting their way out of my chest, “the media…those damned tabloids…have never left you alone. They’ve written nasty things and torn you apart without mercy, and it’s been nothing short of heartbreaking to see. Lie after lie.”
I glance at her, my heart tightening at the sight of her standing there, her eyes wide, caught between surprise and something softer. “But now? Now we’re setting the record straight.”
I see Luke and Ryan, their eyes locking with mine, a silent agreement passing between us. This isn’t just about me; it’s about us, all of us standing with her.
“The latest lie,” I continue, “is that Leila cheated on Ryan Wills with me. That couldn’t be further from the truth.” My voice deepens, every syllable laced with determination. “Here’s what’s real: I am deeply in love with Leila Kaye, and together, we are all forming a family unit.”
I turn the camera, making sure it catches them all of us, Ryan, Luke, and Leila, standing behind me, our unity undeniable. This is the truth, a truth no headline can dismantle and no rumor can touch.
“It’s a shame,” I say, my voice softening but still holding that edge of anger, “that so many lies have been spread, tarnishing a woman as incredible as Leila. And all for what? Clicks? Views?” I let that hang for a second, the bitter reality of it sinking in.
“But that’s the truth. And it’s about time people hear it. ”
I’m about to hit the post button, but something churns in my gut. Another wave of anger washes over me, and I speak into the camera again.
"Maybe it’s the lack of consequences that’s emboldened these tabloids. Well… no more. These lies…they’ve tarnished the name of a woman who’s done nothing wrong. And I swear I’ll do everything in my power to see this rectified, legally and completely."
Just then, Ryan’s voice cuts in, steady and resolute. "We’ll do whatever it takes. For every smear and every disgusting word, we’ll drag them to court. Every. Single. One. And we’ll make them pay for it. Every penny."
There’s a weight in his tone, an unshakable resolve. We all know he means every word.
I post the video. There’s a finality in the motion as if I’ve cast something out into the world that can’t be taken back. And I wouldn’t want to.
The silence that follows is thick. I look at Leila, and I see the gratitude, warmth, and love in her eyes. It stirs something deep in me, something fierce. I did this for her, for us, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Ryan and Luke exchange a glance, a silent approval in the way they both nod, their faces filled with something close to pride.
Ryan is the first to break the quiet. “So, now we should celebrate.”
He disappears into the kitchen and returns moments later with a bottle of red wine and some glasses, his grin wide as he pours.
There’s no fear of it having any effect on the baby.
Wolf shifters are immune to that, so he fills Leila’s glass just as he does for the rest of us.
I feel a sense of victory, of finally having taken control of a story that had been out of our hands for far too long.
Time slips by. Laughter and conversation fill the room as easily as the wine fills our glasses.
When the first bottle is gone, Luke disappears into the kitchen, returning with another.
As he sets it down, his phone buzzes in his pocket.
He pulls it out, glancing at the screen, and for a moment, his brow furrows, the change in his expression catching all of our attention.
But then, his face softens, and he looks up at us with a smile.
“There’s been a retraction,” he says, his tone calm but with a hint of satisfaction. “The articles about Leila are going down one by one.”
Leila’s eyes widen, and immediately, she grabs her phone.
Ryan and I follow suit, quickly scrolling through the news outlets that had once smeared her name with vicious headlines about her supposed infidelity and her alleged scandal with Ryan and me.
One by one, we see the updates, retractions, and apologies.
The media outlets that had jumped to false conclusions are now forced to eat their words.
They’re clarifying that Leila is part of a family unit, not a cheating fiancée. Some are even issuing formal apologies.
I can’t help but chuckle, thinking of the embarrassment those journalists must be feeling, having been so quick to judge a situation they didn’t understand.
But my amusement is short-lived, overtaken by a deeper sense of relief.
I look at Leila, and my heart swells at the sight of the lightness in her eyes.
The weight of those lies and slander has finally lifted. Her name is clear.
She lets out a soft laugh, her shoulders relaxing as the tension melts away. With a satisfied look, she drains the last of her wine. “More, please,” she says, holding out her glass with a playful smile.
Luke steps forward to refill it, and as the wine flows once more, so does the laughter, the love, and sense of new beginnings. The moment is ours.
The second bottle of wine is emptied, leaving the room bathed in a warm, relaxed glow.
The laughter has softened. I’m suddenly pulled from my thoughts, my senses overwhelmed by the unmistakable, sweet scent of cinnamon.
It wraps around me, drawing me in. My attention snaps to Leila, who watches me with a knowing, playful smirk.
She’s done this intentionally. She’s released her pheromones, filling the room with the intoxicating scent that now courses through me, igniting a need I can’t suppress.
I look over at Ryan, catching the same intensity in his eyes. It’s clear he’s feeling it, too. Leila stands gracefully, exuding a power that holds us all captive. She steps into the center of the room, her eyes moving over each of us, her voice low and sultry as she speaks.
“It’s time. I’m ready.”
Her words are simple, yet they carry an undeniable weight. We all know what she means. There’s no need for further explanation. It’s the moment to claim her and mark her as ours. The anticipation swells within me, my heartbeat quickening as my body responds to her call.
She beckons us closer, and it feels as if I’m moving without thought, drawn to her by some invisible force.
Ryan and I step forward, nearly in sync, our desire mirrored in each other’s movements.
Luke follows, more composed. As we circle her, Leila reaches out, her hands brushing lightly over each of us, first over my chest, then Ryan’s, then Luke’s.
Her touch is soft, but the effect is anything but.
I’m nearly trembling with the intensity of the moment.
The need to be near her is overwhelming.
She smiles, a teasing, knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with the power she holds over us. There’s a spark of mischief in her voice as she gives a quiet command. “Take off your pants.”
There’s no hesitation. We comply. Leila watches us, her glare lingering on each of us in turn. Her smile widens as she takes in the sight before her.
“Good boys,” she whispers, her tone both playful and commanding. She lowers herself to her knees, her presence so yielding yet so commanding. She gently strokes Ryan and Luke. I move forward, and she opens her mouth, taking my stiff member fully in. The sensation sends goosebumps all over me.
She holds us there, bound to her intoxicating spell, for what feels like an eternity. Her hands move over Ryan and Luke as her mouth moves over me. The room fills with the sound of our groans as she leads us to our brink.
I look at her. Her movements are so effortless and graceful and I can’t help but want to please her.
I pull out from her mouth and move to take her dress off.
Ryan and Luke match my motions as well, drawn by the same primal force.
In a flash, she is bare, her beautiful skin glistening in the heat and intensity of the moment.
She walks over to the couch, laying on it, and I don’t hesitate.
I lean over between her legs, tracing her inner thighs with my tongue, letting myself taste her skin as I inch closer and closer to her delicious core.
When I reach it, I’m a starving beast that yearns only to feast on her.
I dive in, taking her wet pussy into my mouth in a deep kiss, my tongue swirling around inside her, causing her to arch and twitch.
I ravish her with an intensity that echoes my desire for her.
My need, my undiluted love, my yearning for her, it’s there in the way I eat her.
I suck at her core with relish. I can tell by the way her walls clench around my tongue when she gets close.
I glance up, she has still been stroking Luke and Ryan, but now she freezes, her hands flaying around frantically as she releases.
Her body vibrates almost violently, and I can’t help but smile.
I love doing this to her. I love bringing out the animal in her just as she brings it out in me.
The aftershocks settle, and her hand grabs my hair, raising my face upwards.
When our eyes meet, she smiles at me. There are no words, but it’s a look of almost gratitude as if thanking me for making her cum so hard.
Then she points at Luke and beckons to him, and I can tell immediately what it means.
He will be the first to mark her, and frankly, it’s fitting that he is.
He has known her and watched over her the longest.
Ryan and I step back slightly as Luke moves closer and leans into her, holding her legs up as he sinks in.
His voice comes out as a low growl as he strokes her.
His strokes are measured, almost reverent, almost worshipful.
She clasps at his face tenderly, smiling at him as he thrusts her.
Ryan and I watch, her pheromones having us fixed in place with stifling need.
“Luke… mark me…” she moans, as his thrusts become more powerful, still slow and measured, but the force emphatic.
His fangs pull out, and he nibbles on her, just above her collarbone.
He shivers as he does, his orgasm sending his body into a mild spasm.
She clasps his face again, “Oh my Luke,” she says as he collapses to the floor, wretched with pleasure.
She turns to Ryan, biting her lower lip, her pull so inviting that I can’t help but move toward her as he does. I reach for her breasts, full and luscious, and twist at her hardened nipples. Ryan dives into her without wasting a moment, the need within him too great for any further delay.
“That’s right. Fuck me, Ryan. Take me,” her sultry instructions echo. Seeing her like this sends a thrill through me.
“You like being in command, don’t you, baby?
” I whisper in her ear as I fondle her from behind her.
She nods. It’s all she can do as Ryan increases his pace, desperately searching for his release as he bares his fangs.
He sinks them into her, biting hard, and she gasps at the sensation.
He kisses her softly afterward before rising.
My excitement is palpable as he does because now it’s my turn.
I move over, fully resting on the couch now, and bring Leila’s legs to my shoulders, pinning her down with my weight. She looks almost exhausted already but still has a fire within her, a spark that matches my desire. I try to tease her, but I simply can’t hold it anymore. I want her. Now.
I thrust into her, her legs rattling as I sink the full length of my desperate cock into the warm, moistness of her pussy.
I start off slow, moving my hips slightly, sinking in and out of her.
A thought flashes through me as I do, the thought that she carried my child, our child.
And for a moment, I want to be so gentle, so delicate.
But she looks at me, her eyes filled with such lustful passion that my spine tingles. “You don’t have to be gentle, Daddy. I can take it,” she says.
It drives me insane.
I pull back, withdrawing almost the full length of my cock until just the head remains in, and then with all the force I can muster, I ram into her. Over and over, I pound her like my life depends on it.
She screams and moans words that are completely inaudible. I find that I do, too, our noises crashing through the house.
And then I’m close, the intensity overwhelming me. I release into her with a final, powerful stroke. She arrives, too, and for a moment, we cling onto each other, both of us vibrating furiously, desperately anchoring ourselves to the other.
I bare my fangs and sink them into her neck, admiring the mark it makes as I pull them back. “You’re mine now. You belong to me.”