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LilahI was breathing heavily as I passed through the doorway, trying not to breathe in his incredibly attractive scent. His arm shot out, encircling my middle and stopping me dead in my tracks. It left me in a whoosh."Delilah," he growled. My pulse raced, so I inhaled deeply a few times before looking up at him. A ticking muscle in his jaw gave him a smouldering look. For a considerable amount of time, neither he nor I moved. I shouldve pulled away, but I resisted the urge to melt into him. But I was unable to. I found myself drawn to him.Then he struck. He turned my body toward him as his hand tightened around my hip. He pressed me up against the doorway, his lips crashing down on mine, the trim sending splinters down my spine. One hand slid into my hair, his fingers curling around the nape of my neck, trapping me in place with his hard body. Against my stomach, he grew long and hard, and I groaned into his kiss.Abruptly, he pivoted me once more and pushed me back into the chambe

Cedric I lay in bed, unable to rid my mind about the war. Deciding to focus on something else apart from death and blood, I shift my thoughts to the raging hard on I'm currently nursing.Desperate for relief, and not caring how it happens I summon one of my guards and send him to bring me a suitable and willing omega.Whoever she is she'd feel lucky and happy to have been chosen to warm my bed tonight. A few minutes later there's a knock on my bedroom door."Come in," I call out and then the door is opening revealing the guard I sent. He steps aside and a young woman steps forward from behind him. "Good evening, sir." She greets shyly. I peruse her body from head to toe, and then nod to the guard signifying that I'm contented with her.He nods and then steps out, and making sure to close the door behind him."How may I be of service, sir?" She asks sultrily as she walks until she's standing in front of me."So eager," I curled my lips up and chuckled, gaze flickering down t

JadaKarson sat on my living room couch, flirting with two blonde chicks that he had probably slept with a hundred times already. Everyone in this town seemed to know everyone else because it was so damn small. I had moved here because of the beautiful mountainous landscape, but after I met Karson, I immediately wanted to move back home.He was a dickhead.I threw back my shot and let it burn my throat.If he was not making out with me, he would probably yell at me for drinking too much alcohol. He was always complaining about me, a city girl, moving to the country; when I needed to hire that bitch to remodel my kitchen, he would not stop making mean remarks about it. He was the only fucking man who did that kind of shit in this whole town.Karson reached for his beer, took a sip, and gave me a glare with those dark brown eyes I detested looking at me every single fucking day. Everyone knew everyone else in this tiny town on a daily basis. It didn’t matter who you were or what you did.

Brad "You're perfect," Paul says firmly. "Every inch of you."He punctuates each word with a kiss, trailing down my neck and chest. By the time he bends down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard, it's hard to worry about anything but the pleasure building inside me."Fuck," I grit out through my teeth, trying not to squirm. "You don't know what it's like to work that hard on your body and watch it getting wrecked right before your eyes. You probably came out of the womb with a six pack."Paul chuckles, the sound sending vibrations through the nipple he's grazing with his teeth. This is a dangerous position to be in with a guy who turns into a toothy monster—and has some pretty fucking sharp fangs even in this form—but it feels too good to want him to stop."I don't see anything wrecked," he says, lowering his hands to my stomach once more before he peels my shirt off the rest of the way. His hands immediately settle back on my waist, and his fingertips brush ove

SageLaila and I were left by Constantino in his BDSM room, strapped to the walls and with vibrators wedged deep within of us. I balled up my fists around the chains and held them there tightly, feeling a rush of pleasure. It seemed like we had been coming here repeatedly for more than an hour.I was propelled higher and higher with each vibrator vibration. I turned my head back and peered at the wall-length mirror at the side of the room, sensing that it was probably not just any ordinary mirror but rather a device that allowed Constantino to keep an eye on us as we approached, operate the vibrators, and grant or withhold pleasure at will.My crotch constricted, and I let out a loud moan. I felt wave after wave of pleasure shoot out from my core, sending tingling through my limbs and numbing my mind. And even though, had I been in charge, I would have removed the vibrator from my clit, the vibrations persisted.In fact, my vibrations seemed to get faster somehow each time I visited.

LukeWhere is your bedroom?” Laney asked against my mouth.I pulled my lips from hers and stared down at her. Had I just heard her right? There was no way she was actually asking me that. Not when I’d done everything I could to put physical distance between us and what happened last week. Fuck, I could still taste her on my tongue.Towing the friend line had been hard as hell, but I’d done it, and now she was asking me where my bedroom was?“Laney?” Maybe she’d meant that she wanted to continue the tour. That was possible, right? My dick was already hard, hoping she’d meant it in the other way—the impossible way.She rose on her toes, slipped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. Her lips were soft against mine, but she raked her teeth across my lower lip as she drew back. “Where is your bedroom, Luke?”There was nothing but desire and honesty in her eyes.The small tether I had on my control started to fray, the threads unraveling so fast that I could barely keep a hold of my own n

I was horny. Too fucking horny to even function.“Why don’t we just skip our last class today and have some fun?” I asked Carter, Harwood Academy’s star quarterback. I wrapped my arms around his abdomen, slipped my hands underneath his shirt, and brushed my fingers against the thick muscle underneath it.Carter opened his locker and shoved in two textbooks next to the football and smelly practice clothes that he always kept in there.I pressed my nose to his neck, inhaling the Azzaro Wanted cologne I bought him for his birthday last year, and sighed. “Come on, Carter.”“You know that I’d love to, but if I miss another class, Coach will sit me out next game.” I placed a lingering kiss just below his earlobe—right where he liked it—and slid my hand underneath his jean buckle, then wrapped my fingers around his hardness. When I began stroking it slowly, he took a deep, shaky breath.“Are you sure about that?” I murmured.I had wanted him to take me all day, had been daydreaming about th

TRIGGER WARNING! Wind whipped through my fur. Branches cut into my sides. I hopped over some fallen tree trunks and sprinted deeper and deeper into the forest. Running away from the pack of ferocious wolves.They growled behind me, following my scent. The scent of a rogue.For weeks, they had been tracking me. For weeks, I had hidden from them. But this morning … Moon Goddess … I made a terrible mistake this morning.Wolves’ paws hit the ground in a thunderous roar. I ran faster. As fast as I could. Faster than I had ever run. Because I was running for my life and away from my mate. Not many people ran from their mate, but my mate was a rogue killer, so I did.I had run through these woods hundreds of times when my brothers were still alive, causing trouble in our pack. We used to stay out until the fireflies started glowing around us. But I had never run around it during the day, when the light was shining so brightly in my eyes.The wolves sounded closer now. I pushed my body f

I take the necklace and loop it around her neck, hooking it in the back so it falls perfectly in the center of her collarbone. She looks down at it, staring for a moment, and at first I’m unsure if she likes it. It is a gruesome gift. But when she looks back up at me, her lips slightly parted, she gives me her answer, “Ryan, I’d like you to touch me now.” I don’t need her to say anything else. It’s the only permission I need. I bring my body to hers, crawling on top of the table and mounting her. My waist is in between her milky thighs, and I drop my mouth onto hers, taking in the red color of her mouth until she’s swollen from my kisses. She moans into me as our tongues wrap together, devouring one another, pouring every single bit of raw emotion into each other’s mouths. All the torment, all the suffering alone, all the love. My chest hurts. My heart is throbbing, coming alive for the first time in over a year. It feels good to reward myself instead of the opposite. These molt

“I have the perfect lighting.” I walked us up into my bedroom. “Nothing happens in here without your complete, wholehearted enthusiasm. One no from you and it stops.”She nodded, and I led her across the threshold, dropping her hands once we were inside. While she took in the spacious room and its heavy, dark furniture, I hit the button on the remote I kept on the nightstand, and the roman shades rose on the eight-foot windows that lined my bedroom, looking out over the greenspace behind our housing development and flooding my bedroom with late afternoon sunlight.“The golden hour,” she whispered, as the light bathed her face, and a challenge rose in her eyes."Your skin really is flawless.” I picked up the camera and looked through the viewfinder, clicking my first picture.“You’re not going to ask me to smile?” she teased, the corners of her mouth lifting.“I want you to do whatever you want.” Another click. “You are so fucking beautiful, and you don’t even realize it.”“I know I’m

A curvy woman like me was never supposed to be mated to such a cut and chiseled alpha. All the girls from high school made sure I knew I’d end up alone or with a lone wolf, never accepting the fact that I was different from them and from the other skinny girls in our pack. And part of me stupidly believed those rumors, even after we had graduated and gotten on with our lives. Their words haunted me every single time I looked in the mirror, no matter how much I tried to love all my imperfections, all those stretch marks, and all that extra weight on my stomach. But as fate would have it, I was mated to the sexiest, most ruthless alpha in this part of the forest. Nobody dared to mention the name of the tattooed, pierced, cruel man or else there would be consequences. Terrible consequences. Yet here I was, alone in his bedroom, with one of his tattooed hands around my throat and the other between my legs, thrusting his fingers into my wet pussy. “Tell me what she said to you,” he

Scarlett I watch Elijah rush out of the building like the floor beneath him is on fire.His phone is pressed to his ear, his stride long and urgent, his expression unreadable except for the tightness in his jaw. For a brief, ridiculous second, my feet itch to move. My mouth almost opens to ask him.Are you okay?The thought startles me.I clamp down on it just as quickly.It isn’t my place to ask anymore. It hasn’t been for more than two years.Whatever storm is chasing Elijah Griffin now belongs to someone else—his wife, his family, his life. Not me.I turn away, smoothing invisible creases from my blazer, when Derek steps into my line of sight with an easy smile.“Looks like your… acquaintance left in a hurry,” he says lightly.“Seems so,” I reply, keeping my tone neutral.He studies me for a second longer than necessary. “You okay? That meeting took a strange turn.”“I’m fine,” I say. “You look-“I cut him off immediately. Then, softer, polite. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to

Elijah I take the stairs two at a time.The house is too loud when I arrive—voices overlapping, hurried footsteps, Elise’s sharp instructions ringing down the hallway. The smell of antiseptic hits me before I even see the doctor. It’s wrong in this house. This house is supposed to smell like polish and expensive candles, not hospitals.“Elijah,” Elise says when she spots me, relief flashing across her face before irritation settles in. “You’re finally here.”I ignore the tone and move past her.My mother is lying on the sofa, pale against the cream upholstery, eyes closed, her breathing shallow. A man in a white coat is packing away equipment beside her.“I’m Dr. Adeyemi,” he says, standing and extending a hand. “I was called when Mrs. Griffin collapsed.”“What happened?” I ask, my voice tighter than I want it to be.He gestures for us to step aside. “We should speak privately.”That’s never a good sign.We move a few feet away, though I don’t take my eyes off my mother. “She fa

ElijahMy marriage looks perfect from the outside.From the inside, it’s a carefully staged performance held together by silence, money, and exhaustion.Elise sleeps in silk sheets and wakes up dissatisfied. I sleep in my office more nights than I admit, staring at numbers that no longer add up and problems that refuse to stay buried. We host charity dinners, smile for society pages, attend galas arm in arm—and then come home to arguments sharp enough to draw blood.Late nights became a habit long before they became a problem.“Do you know what people are saying?” Elise snapped one night, standing in the doorway of my study, arms crossed. “That you’re married to your work. That I’m just an accessory.”“I’m building something,” I replied, rubbing my temples. “This company doesn’t run itself.”“You didn’t seem to have trouble making time before we got married.”That was the first crack. The late nights stopped when the real problem began.Money started disappearing.At first, it wa

Scarlett I tell myself I’m calm.I repeat it as the car rolls through the familiar streets of Willow Creek, past manicured hedges and towering estates that look untouched by time or heartbreak. I’ve returned to this city dozens of times in my mind over the past two years—sometimes with anger, sometimes with fear—but never like this.Two years since I left with nothing but a broken heart and a secret I’ve learned to protect with my life.Today, I’m here for business.Nothing more.My son is miles away, safe, unaware that his mother has just crossed back into the city that never knew he existed.“Ms. Beckett,” my driver says politely, slowing near the glass-fronted Windsor Finance building, “we’ve arrived.”“Thank you,” I reply, smoothing my skirt as I step out.I picture Carter’s face for half a second—his laugh, his dimple—then lock that part of myself away.The air feels different here. Thicker. Charged. I ignore it.Inside, the lobby hums with quiet efficiency. Wealth doesn’t n

ElijahThe cameras love confidence.I know this because I give it to them easily.Flashbulbs explode in rapid succession as Elise’s hand slips into mine, her fingers curling around my wrist like she belongs there. I let her. I guide her forward with my palm resting firmly at her waist, aware of every lens trained on us.“Elijah! Look this way!”“Is this the woman who finally replaced your wife?”“Elise Campbell! How does it feel standing beside Griffin Tech’s CEO tonight?”I don’t slow. I don’t answer. Silence carries more authority than words ever could. Elise smiles brightly, dazzling and effortless, her posture perfect as she leans into me just enough for the cameras to catch intimacy without desperation.This is how it’s done.Inside the ballroom, wealth gleams from every surface. Crystal chandeliers scatter light across marble floors. Familiar faces turn toward us—board members, investors, men who measure worth in numbers and women who calculate influence with a glance.Elise pla

ScarlettThe house is quiet again.Too quiet.Not the comforting kind that wraps around you like a blanket, but the kind that presses against your chest until breathing feels like work. Dara had left hours ago, after insisting I drink ginger tea and eat half a slice of toast. I managed three bites before my stomach turned violently against me again.Morning sickness, the doctor had called it.As if naming it made it gentler.I curl onto my side, knees tucked to my chest, one hand resting unconsciously on my stomach. It’s still flat. Still empty-looking. If I didn’t know better, I’d think everything inside me was imagined. A cruel trick my body was playing to distract me from heartbreak.But I know better.There’s a life growing inside me.A tiny heartbeat that doesn’t care about betrayal or lies or how easily love can be discarded.My son.The word settles heavily in my chest. Terrifying. Sacred. Mine.I squeeze my eyes shut as another wave of nausea rolls through me, dragging with it