Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 679 Alchemist
Chapter 679 -679 Alchemist
When it was finally over—if it could be called over—Kristine collapsed against the mattress, her body trembling with exhaustion.
Her limbs were too weak to move, her skin tingling, her throat dry from gasping and moaning. Ross gathered her into his arms, his warmth wrapping around her like a protective shield.
She passed out not in pain, but in complete, blissful surrender.
There was a peaceful, contented smile on her lips as she drifted off to sleep—spent, satisfied, and deeply happy.
In that moment, with her body still glowing from the aftershocks, she knew she’d remember this night for the rest of her life.
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“Hmmm… owwww… my head…”
Sasha’s voice was low and hoarse as she stirred beneath the soft covers, a dull ache pulsing at her temples. Her eyelids fluttered open, squinting against the morning light filtering through the curtains.
The world around her spun faintly for a second, and then stilled. She took a breath.
Memories danced just out of reach, fragments of laughter and clinking glasses floating at the edge of her mind.
She remembered the three of them drinking together—Ross, Kristine, and herself—giddy with the buzz of good wine and playful flirting. After that, everything went hazy. A blank space.
A black curtain drawn across the rest of the night.
Her brows furrowed as she sat up slowly. Her fingers touched the spot beside her, reaching for Ross.
Nothing. Just cold sheets.
She glanced around, eyes scanning the spacious room, but he was nowhere to be seen.
“Where is he?” she mumbled to herself, brushing back her tousled hair.
And then, a slow smile curled her lips. It didn’t take a genius to piece it together.
Sasha was no fool. She had seen the way Kristine looked at Ross—the curiosity, the quiet admiration beneath the surface.
And she had seen the way Ross, always so effortlessly magnetic, had been subtly drawing Kristine in for weeks, whether intentionally or not.
Sasha had even caught him watching Kristine with that familiar spark in his eyes—the same spark he’d once had for her. The same spark he still had.
It wasn’t jealousy she felt. Not exactly. She’d known what Ross was from the beginning—a man who couldn’t be held down, whose charm cast wide nets and reeled people in without effort.
But he was also the man who came home to her, who whispered truths into her skin, who held her when the world outside got too loud.
And that meant something.
With a light shake of her head and a resigned laugh under her breath, Sasha rose from the bed and stepped into the hallway, barefoot and quiet.
The sun had just begun to rise, painting golden streaks across the hardwood floor as she padded softly toward the other bedroom.
She didn’t knock. She didn’t hesitate.
The door creaked slightly as she pushed it open, and there they were—Ross and Kristine, tangled together beneath the sheets, their limbs a chaotic sprawl of skin and silk.
Kristine lay with her head on his chest, her breath slow and steady, utterly spent. Ross was half-awake, lids heavy, his arm lazily draped around Kristine’s waist.
Sasha leaned against the frame and watched them for a long moment, eyes calm, unreadable.
“Just as I predicted,” she said softly to herself, almost amused.
There had been a time when she might’ve cared more, when jealousy might’ve clawed at her chest and twisted her stomach. But not anymore. Not with Ross. Not now.
He had denied it once, of course. Pretended he wasn’t thinking about Kristine “that way.” But Sasha had seen through it. She always did.
And now that he’d finally taken Kristine to bed, there was no doubt in her mind—he would add her to his ever-growing list of lovers. Sasha had accepted that, too.
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t frown. Instead, she smiled to herself and quietly stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
Locking it.
Kristine barely stirred as Sasha crossed the room, moving with graceful ease. Her long hair slipped over her shoulders like a cascade of silk as she tied it into a ponytail.
There was no jealousy in her eyes—only certainty. Confidence.
She climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. Ross stirred as she slid between his legs, his body instinctively reacting to the warmth and presence he’d come to know so well.
Her fingers brushed lightly along his inner thigh, coaxing him to wakefulness.
And within seconds, he did.
Ross let out a low groan as his length began to harden, rising to attention under Sasha’s gentle touch. She wrapped her fingers around him, pleased at how quickly he responded to her.
“Mmm… just what I needed this morning,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry.
Her lips descended, and she began her slow, purposeful work, worshiping every inch of him like a woman who knew exactly how to bring him to life. She didn’t rush—she savored.
She kissed and teased, sucked and licked, until he was fully awake and groaning her name under his breath.
Ross looked down at her with half-lidded eyes, dazed from sleep and pleasure. Kristine stirred beside him, a soft moan escaping her lips as she shifted, still caught in the haze of sleep and afterglow.
But Sasha didn’t stop.
Her own breath quickened as she tasted the rising power of him, as she watched his body tense and twitch under her care.
This wasn’t just about lust—it was about claiming her place, reminding him, reminding them both, who she was.
And before long…
“Ahhhhhh…”
Her moans filled the room like music, soft and sweet and full of heat. It was a melody Ross knew well, one that stirred something deep inside him.
The sound wrapped around them, blurring the edges of everything else.
The room filled with the sounds of breath, of flesh, of love and hunger woven into one. It was intimate, primal, beautiful.
And it was only the beginning of the morning.
