My voice echos as Melanie immediately puts down her skirt and Daniel quickly pulls up his pants and wears his belt.They both get up sharing mortified looks. It's funny how Melanie always slut shamed me when she's fucking a man that's old enough to be her father."Adaline it's not what it looks like." Daniel the one with reason started. "She invaded our privacy Danny, she should be executed for that. You damn slut. She definitely wanted to watch us go at it." Melanie says and I swear on the goddess, I rather lick prisoners clean than engage in that bullshit."You're one to talk Melanie, you're fucking someone old enough to be your father. The dick is probably good though since you had confused me for a slut, ironic enough I caught you in the act." I watch the weight of her tongue get heavy, she didn't even continue her scrutiny, she finally shuts the fuck up for once. Is this how it feels having the upper hand? It feels so fucking good."Adaline, don't tell anyone you saw us, I beg of

ADALINEAs I approached the grand door of my father's study, the heavy wood seemed to groan in protest against my touch. "Ahh, your highness," a grunt echoed from the other side, causing the two guards stationed there to exchange awkward glances. Their discomfort mirrored my own, amplified by the knowledge of what awaited me beyond those doors. The air was thick with the smell of secrecy and luxury, hinting at the hidden affair happening inside. I couldn't decide which was more unsettling: the realization that my father had summoned me only to be preoccupied with his illicit affair with a palace maid, or the burden placed upon the guards, who stood as reluctant witnesses to the intimate spectacle. In their eyes, I saw a mixture of sympathy and discomfort, torn between their duty and the moral dilemma of whether to intrude upon my father's euphoria."Ahh Please, faster," the maid's voice pleaded, her tone oddly familiar, but I couldn't be bothered to identify who was servicing my fath

ADALINE Hot breaths filled the atmosphere, adding to the tension I could barely hear my sense of reasoning as Grant pressed my back against the wall. His tongue immediately slides in my mouth as mine sought his for combat, our tongue swirls for dominance and a moan escapes from my lips. Amidst the kiss I fell the taste of something metallic and slightly bitter, I recognize the taste of blood and began panicking from where it's coming from, I trace with my tongue to discover Grant's fangs piercing the corners of my mouth. I try pulling away from the kiss but his tongue quickly massages the bloody part where the his fangs pitched and quickly licks it clean. In the process the side of my tongue was immediately healed. He pulls away from the kiss, lists me up and tosses me on the bed."Who are you?" I gasped riding my ass to the edge of the bed. He only smirks, it was even entirely different the way Grant would do it. "I'm Grant's wolf, Hazem." He introduced, my eyes widened in awe. Th