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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

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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.

Scarlett The restaurant Elijah had chosen, L’Éclipse, was a masterclass in understated power. Tucked behind a discreet limestone facade, it opened into a sanctuary of obsidian floors and tiered crystal chandeliers that hung like frozen rain. Every table was a private island, shielded by high-backed velvet booths and partitions of frosted glass etched with gold leaf. It was a place designed for the elite to disappear, where the air was thick with the scent of white lilies and expensive oud.I looked across the table at him, the candlelight catching the sharp lines of his face. He had dressed with a casual elegance—a dark, tailored cashmere sweater that made him look human rather than corporate."I have to admit, Elijah," I said, my fingers tracing the rim of a crystal goblet. "I’m taken aback. You actually did a good job. This place is... impeccable. It’s private, and really nice.”Elijah let out a short, self-deprecating laugh. "I figured you’d like it. The owner, Henri is an old f

Elijah The air in my private study was thick with the scent of old paper and the cold, metallic tang of an impending storm. My phone had been a vibrating parasite on the mahogany desk for the last three hours, a relentless broadcast of corporate triumph."Elijah, the board is already calling for an emergency session to discuss the restructuring," Marcus’s voice crackled through the speaker. He sounded breathless, intoxicated by the numbers. "The Windsor acquisition is the pivot point we needed. We need a clear timeline on the departmental absorption. Are we gutting their logistics wing or merging it with our European sector? The analysts are salivating over the projected overhead reduction."I stared at the wall, my jaw tight. "Tell the analysts to wait, Marcus. I want a full audit of the Windsor debt-to-equity ratio before we move a single desk.""But the momentum—""The momentum will hold," I snapped, my voice cutting through his excitement like a blade. "I want the internal de

Elijah "The winner of the acquisition for Windsor Finance is... Griffin Tech." The air in the boardroom seemed to thin instantly. I sat at the head of the long table, the leather of my chair suddenly feeling like a throne I hadn't quite earned. The announcement hung in the room, vibrating against the glass walls. For a moment, my brain couldn't process the win. This was what I had worked for—the merger that would finally stabilize my company’s fluctuating assets and silence the vultures on my board. It was a strategic triumph, a move that would define the next decade of my career.Then, the noise started."Well done, Elijah!" Marcus, one of the London representatives, stood up and reached across the table to pump my hand. "A bold play. Your final projections were the deciding factor.""Exceptional work, Mr. Griffin," another voice chimed in. I felt a series of congratulatory pats on my back, the heavy palms of industry titans marking me as the victor. I stood up, offering the pra

I watched her.As we stood at the threshold of the Windsor Global entrance, the sunlight caught the sharp lines of Scarlett’s profile. She was exquisite—a masterpiece of poise and controlled fire. I had spent weeks cultivating this moment. The gifts, the curated dates, the subtle pressure of my presence; it was an investment. And I was a man who always saw a return on his investments.Elijah Griffin was a fool. He had possessed a diamond and treated it like common glass, letting his ex girlfriend and his own ego shatter it. But I? I knew the value of what stood before me. She was the perfect acquisition. She was brilliant, she was beautiful, and once I folded her into my world, she would be the ultimate crowning achievement.I took her hands, feeling the delicate heat of her skin. I smiled, a warm, practiced expression designed to disarm. I felt an surge of certainty. Why wouldn't she say yes? I was the man who had stepped in when her world was in chaos. I was the one who had show

The boardroom of Windsor Global had become a battlefield of silence over the last few weeks. Every meeting felt like a slow-motion collision. I had mastered the art of physical distance, choosing seats at the far end of the mahogany table, buffered by stone-faced lawyers and analysts. But no matter how many bodies I put between myself and Elijah Griffin, I could feel the heat of his gaze. It was a phantom weight on my skin, a constant, irritating reminder that while I had changed my name and my life, he still looked at me as if I were a puzzle he was entitled to solve.I kept my eyes on my tablet, scrolling through spreadsheets I had already memorized, refusing to grant him even a flicker of acknowledgment. I was a ghost to him, but he was a haunt to me—persistent, loud, and impossible to ignore.My mind, betraying my resolve, drifted back to the night of my second date with Derek. The night I had tried to slip away unnoticed.FlashbackThe Maybach purred as it turned into the n

The city lights of Willow Creek blurred into long, golden ribbons against the window of the car Derek had sent. It was a familiar luxury—the scent of treated leather, the silent suspension, the feeling of being insulated from the world. But as we glided through the streets, I felt less like a guest of honor and more like a piece of art being transported between galleries.I had agreed to this. That was the thought I kept repeating to myself. I had agreed because the first date ended in a public brawl between my past and my present. I owed Derek a night that didn't involve my ex-husband’s glowering presence. But as the car pulled up to a secluded, vine-covered entrance of a building that didn't even have a sign, a flicker of apprehension sparked in my chest.The driver opened the door, and I stepped out into the cool evening air. A maître d' appeared as if by magic, bowing slightly. "Ms. Beckett. Mr. Windsor is expecting you. He has reserved the terrace."The terrace. Of course. N