Fallen 111

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CHAPTER 0111

Meadow’s POV:

“You need to rest, Meadow.”

I buried my head in his neck, trailing kisses along the skin as my hand moved up and down his pierced cock. Alaric tensed, his grip tightening around me.

“Is that what you want?” I whispered. “For me to rest?”

For some reason, I felt a bit lighter. Maybe it was because Alaric had just opened up to me about the woman who broke his heart, or because he told me that he stopped being in love with her a long time ago.

Or maybe–maybe it was because he practically told me that he would choose me over his own mother. Of course, it wasn’t the first time he was saying something like that.

Alaric’s breath hitched when I ran my thumb over the metal bar under his tip. I pressed another kiss to his neck, moving down slightly.

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he muttered, although his voice was hoarse.

“I just want to touch you, that’s all,” I breathed, stroking him again. “And put you in my mouth, of course. But only if you want me to.”

His gaze narrowed. “Since when are you so damn bold?”

I bit down on my bottom lip, fighting a smile. “Probably the fever.”

Alaric huffed out an amused breath, and it turned into a groan when I stroked him again. His hand shot out to grab my wrist, halting my movement. My gaze flicked up to his, and even under the dim lighting in my room, I could see the darkness that had clouded his eyes.

“Don’t test me, Meadow. You’re burning up.” He swallowed, pausing. “Bleeding. The only reason I’m not on top of you right now is because I don’t want to break you.”

The corners of my lips turned up into a small smile as a shiver ran down my spine. “Break me, then,” I whispered.

“Nice try.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, chest rising and falling hard, and as my thumb swiped over the head of his cock, he jerked slightly.

“Christ,” Alaric hissed, gently moving my fingers from his pants and pressing it flat against my stomach. Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me?”

Leaning upward, I brushed my lips against his. “Maybe.”

He kissed me once. “You should fucking rest, baby.”

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“If you didn’t want this… if you really wanted me to rest, you’d have walked out of my room a long time ago.” I let out a soft laugh, releasing my hand from his grip and trailing my fingers along the waistband of his sweatpants. “But you’re still here. And that can only mean one thing.”

I moved downward, trailing my hand down his chest until I got to his waistband again, and then I pulled it down, freeing his cock from his pants.

Alaric growled low in his throat, his hand reaching out to lightly grip my hair. “Meadow,” he warned.

Settling between his legs, I peered up at him through my lashes, stroking him slowly, “You said I deserve everything good, remember?” I leaned forward, brushing my lips against the head of his cock and tasting his precum. “Then let me have this.”

His chest rose. “Baby girl…”

But I didn’t let him finish that sentence before parting my lips and taking him into my mouth. Alaric’s head fell back into the pillows and his hips jerked up.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth with a loud pop, and then I leaned back to just… stare at it.

I’d never really taken the time to just wonder at the beauty of it–the four bars lining up underneath the

hard flesh, the veins and the curve.

Heat pooled in my belly.

I really hated that I was on my period.

I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the length of his shaft, the piercings cool against my tongue, a shiver running down my spine as I swirled my tongue around the head.

Alaric let out a sharp breath, shifting his hips forward again.

I loved his reactions. I wanted to make him do it again. To make him do more. And so I licked his cock again and again, teasing the hell out of him just so I could listen to him panting.

I’d only done this once before. And in my opinion–that was barely even close to enough.

“Suck my cock or go to bed,” Alaric gritted out impatiently, voice thick with lust. “Stop fucking playing

with it.”

Despite myself, I laughed. I loved that I was driving him this crazy. Insane.

When I finally opened my mouth and slid him in, he let out a groan so loud, it sent a vibration through my body. “Fuck, Meadow.”

I moaned around his thick flesh, bobbing my head up and down on his shaft and coating it with my

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saliva, while my hand massaged the parts I couldn’t reach–Well, parts I didn’t want to reach because I was afraid of gagging in my.. unwell state.

Alaric’s fingers tangled in my hair as I slid my tongue along the cool piercings. He pulsed against my tongue, and I could feel my lips stretching into a smile when his grip on my hair tightened.

“Wait,” he rasped, pulling my head off his cock. “You’re gonna make me fucking come.”

I smirked. “Already?”

Alaric’s eyes narrowed as he shot me a dark glare. “You’re going to fucking pay for that.”

I stuck my tongue out to lick along my bottom lip. “Looking forward to it.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, Doe.”

I didn’t respond with words this time. I sucked him into my mouth again, taking the risk and going even further until he touched the back of my throat.

I gagged a little and took a breath, and then, hollowing out my cheeks, I swallowed him down again, pulling back to wrap my hand around the base so I could stroke in rhythm with my mouth.

Alaric stopped breathing at a point. And then all of a sudden, his breathing turned ragged, his hips

jerking against my mouth. His hand in my hair didn’t guide. It just held on

“Shit, Meadow…. you better stop or I won’t be able to…” He trailed off, his thighs trembling under my hand.

I liked this. Loved it. He was giving me everything without any restraints.

Maybe he was tired of holding back on me. Just like I was.

Contrary to what he asked, I didn’t stop. I sucked harder, moaning louder as my tongue swirled along the metal. And then he snapped.

Alaric came hard, spilling into my mouth with my name on his lips. His grip tightened even more as he shuddered. I leaned back, making sure he watched me as I swallowed his cum, warm, thick and salty. And then I leaned in again just to lick him clean.

And when I looked up at him again, his eyes were darker than they were when I started. His brows pulled together, his chest rising and falling with every breath.

“How do you feel?”

I smirked. “Like a brand new healed woman.”

Alaric’s lips… stretched. Granted, it wasn’t a full grin, but it was more than the usual mouth twitch. Something tugged at my heart.

I wanted him to smile at me more. Wanted him to grin at me.

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“You’re in so much fucking trouble,” he whispered hoarsely.

Although the way his thumb brushed the corner of my mouth tenderly told me that he liked every second

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Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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Fallen

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Status: Ongoing Type: Alpha Native Language: English

Fallen Summary & Review: Fallen

Meadow Russell arrives at an upscale hotel, heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. She’s about to marry the love of her life, Tyler, in a small, private ceremony — just the two of them. Clutching her bag, she approaches the front desk with a smile. “Hi, I have a reservation. Meadow Russell.”

But from the very first second, something feels off.

The receptionist’s red-painted lips curl into a mocking sneer, and her colleague exchanges a strange look with her. Meadow’s cheerful tone falters as confusion settles in. The woman scoffs, “You’re kidding, right?” The disbelief in her tone makes Meadow’s stomach twist. She frowns, insisting there must be a mistake, but both receptionists continue to look at her with something close to pity — and something else she can’t quite name.

Then comes the shocker.

According to the hotel records, she’s already checked in. Two hours ago. With a man. The receptionist even claims to have spoken with her — complimenting her “cute top.” The same white crop top with the word “BRIDE” written across it that she’s wearing now.

Meadow tries to rationalize it. Maybe Tyler had checked in under her name. Maybe it’s a simple mix-up. She laughs nervously and explains that her fiancé must have done it for convenience. But both receptionists seem unconvinced. One of them finally sighs and hands her a spare keycard, muttering, “I hope you get things sorted out.”

On her way up to the room, Meadow’s heart pounds in her chest. Something feels horribly wrong, but she refuses to believe it. Tyler would never do anything to hurt her. They’ve been planning this wedding for months — their dream elopement. She tries to calm herself, breathing in and out as the elevator ascends, but her hands won’t stop shaking.

When she finally reaches the room and swipes the keycard, her worst fears materialize before her eyes.

The moment the door opens, the sound hits her first — muffled moans, heavy breathing, the rhythmic creak of the bed. Then she sees them.

Her twin sister, Juniper, straddling Tyler, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her without restraint.

The world stops. The bag slips from Meadow’s trembling hands and lands with a soft thud. The scene before her feels like a cruel joke — something ripped out of a nightmare. Her vision blurs with tears, her body frozen in disbelief.

For a full minute, she just stands there. Watching. Waiting. Hoping someone would scream “gotcha” and end this cruel trick.

But there’s no misunderstanding to clear up. No mistake. No illusion.

Her twin sister moans again, whispering, “Yes, that’s it, baby,” as if to drive the knife deeper into Meadow’s heart.

Something inside her shatters.

“Juniper…? Tyler?” she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely recognizable.

They both turn, startled. Tyler’s face twists in shock, then panic. He pushes Juniper off him, stammering, “Meadow, I swear, I thought she was you!”

It’s a pathetic excuse. One that doesn’t even make sense.

Juniper doesn’t even bother covering herself. She just smirks, tossing her messy hair over her shoulder like a queen enjoying the chaos she’s created. “Oh, please,” she scoffs. “It’s time we drop the act. This has been going on for a while.”

Meadow stumbles back, staring between them. “What are you talking about?”

Her twin rolls her eyes. “You really didn’t think he loved you, did you?”

It hits Meadow all at once — the hotel mix-up, the receptionist’s strange looks, the duplicate “Meadow Russell” check-in. Juniper had stolen her identity, her name, her wedding — and the man she loved.

Tyler tries to approach her again, naked and unashamed. He grabs her jaw gently, his expression hard. “You thought I loved you, Meadow? No. Juni’s the love of my life.”

The words pierce like knives.

Every memory — every kiss, every late-night conversation, every promise he made — turns to ash. She had believed in him completely, trusted him with her heart. And all along, he’d been sharing that same intimacy with her twin sister.

Meadow stares at Juniper, still unable to process it. The last time she saw her twin was two years ago. They’d grown apart after Juniper’s endless trail of lies and manipulation had driven a wedge between them. Juniper had always been the beautiful, daring, chaotic one — the one who got what she wanted, no matter who she hurt. But never, not in her darkest thoughts, had Meadow imagined she would do this.

Juniper laughs again, the sound sharp and cruel. “She’s in shock, baby. Maybe we should help her out of her misery,” she says mockingly, then pulls Tyler into another kiss right in front of her.

That’s when Meadow realizes this isn’t a mistake. This isn’t a sudden betrayal. It’s a plan.

Her sister had known exactly what she was doing. She had tracked Meadow down, learned about the wedding, and swooped in like a vulture to destroy what little happiness she had built. The matching outfit, the fake check-in — all of it was deliberate.

The pain turns into rage. Her tears blur her sight, her breath coming out in shaky bursts. Every muscle in her body screams at her to turn around, to run far away from the two people who’ve just ripped her soul apart.

But she doesn’t move.

She stands there, trembling, her heart breaking piece by piece as she watches her sister smirk and her fiancé — her almost-husband — stand there unashamed, not even offering a shred of remorse.

Tyler and Juniper exchange a look, and she realizes — they’re enjoying this. They want her to see. To suffer.

Meadow’s hands ball into fists. She feels like she’s watching her life crumble in real time, and there’s nothing she can do but breathe through the ache and pray she doesn’t collapse.

Every part of her screams that this is the moment she loses everything — her trust, her love, her family.

And yet, deep inside, a spark ignites — not of despair, but of something darker. A promise that this won’t be the end of her story.

Because betrayal that deep doesn’t fade. It carves itself into your bones. And Meadow Russell — heartbroken, humiliated, and hollow — walks out of that hotel room knowing one thing for certain.

She will never forgive them.

And one day, they will both pay for what they’ve done.