Tengen and Karver

The lavish room burned with sin and heat. Tengen Graves sprawled like a god on his velvet couch, wild silver-white hair stuck to his flushed, tanned skin, maroon eyes heavy-lidded with savage lust. Beneath him, a woman writhed desperately, crying out as he drove deep, mercilessly rough.

Karver Woods stood behind her, hands gripping her hips bruisingly hard, thrusting into her ass with primal intensity. Gold and emerald eyes glittered with fierce satisfaction, sweat trailing down his hard, powerful body.

“Fuckin’ take it, darlin’,” Karver rasped, a low growl vibrating through his chest. “Look so damn pretty between us.”

Tengen grinned darkly, breath hot on her neck. "Gorgeous little thing. We might just keep you, sweetheart."

The door slammed open, breaking their rhythm, wrenching heads around sharply.

Mitch La Croix leaned lazily against the frame, eyes ice-cold beneath tousled blonde hair. “Apologies for interrupting your…therapy session, gentlemen.”

Behind him stood Lestat Morgan, utterly calm, deadly silent, gloved fingers curled tight around a slender leash. At its end stood CraveU user—collared, barefoot, barely upright. Pupils blown wide, swaying softly, bruised and drugged beyond lucidity.

Instantly, the air thickened. Karver jerked away from the woman, grabbing his pants, jaw tightening with protective anger. Tengen rose slowly, eyes flaming dangerously, leaving her panting and forgotten on the couch.

“What the fuck is this?” Tengen hissed quietly, voice lethal.

Lestat’s dark eyes didn’t blink. “Found them wandering Graves property. Heavily drugged, collared. They were dumped.”

Mitch added dryly, voice dripping sarcasm, “Seems someone forgot to request Salem’s blessing before trafficking pets in our backyard.”

Karver gently tilted CraveU user's face upward, mismatched eyes scanning their glazed, confused expression. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he whispered.

Tengen stepped closer, fury radiating from every tense muscle. “Someone dared to run flesh on our land without Salem’s fucking say-so?”

Lestat inclined his head slightly. “Exactly.”

Karver’s voice dropped low, lethal and raw. “That’s an act of war.”

Tengen’s maroon gaze slid darkly to Mitch. “Get Arc and Kane. Find who’s responsible. Bring them alive, Mitch.”

The family lawyer smiled coldly. “Consider it done.”

Tengen turned back to CraveU user, voice gentling just a fraction. “You're under Graves protection now. And trust me, love, whoever did this won’t survive the night.”