LOGINThe bracelet keeps flashing in my head like a faulty signal as Noah and I step out onto the sidewalk. The morning air is colder than usual, and the neighborhood is usually quiet. I’d told Noah I needed to stretch my legs—but the truth is, I just couldn’t sit still with how anxious I’m feeling from everything. So here I am, walking beside him, paying half mind to what he's saying. Snowie trots happily between us on her leash. She's strangely fond of Noah, like she’s known him before or something. Well, I guess she can sense his welcoming spirit. He's the kind of Dad I would have wanted growing up. He didn't let me carry any of the big boxes because I was pregnant—not that I was really showing yet. As we walk further down, I sneak glances at him, wondering why I’d seen that bracelet in my dream—something he'd made for his little girl whom he never got to see. My chest is tight with trapped breaths, like someone's trying to tell me something, but it's all in puzzles. The orphanage
We barely make it through the front door before I attack Jaxon because I’m horny beyond control. My pussy keeps clenching and leaking, the scent drugging Jaxon so much that he almost fucked me in the cab. The driver would have been repulsed—or maybe he’d have liked it. “You horny little brat,” Jaxon growls, kicking the front door shut. The lock clicks like a gunshot. I don’t care about anything else, I’m sucking on his neck, my hands gripping handfuls of his hair. Then he grunts like the beast he is, and his hands are on me—big, hot, possessive—lifting me clean off the floor. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, the hard length of his beastly erection grinding against my soaked crotch through his jeans. I whimper into his mouth as he devours me in the dark hallway, his hot tongue claiming every inch of me, lashing against mine like he’s punishing me. “Bedroom,” I gasp when I break the kiss for air, worried Noah isn’t asleep yet and that he could walk in on us. But of cours
There's a small black bracelet in some sort of box. That's the only thing I see in my dream throughout the entire afternoon of sleep—it’s evening now. Unlike the usual wolves and full moon dreams, this one feels peaceful, like there's no evil around it but it's trying to tell me something. “Belle?” Jaxon's soft voice pulls me out of a deep sleep. I stretch and yawn, taking in a deep breath that surges me completely awake. I smile as I bat my lashes at him, his handsome face entirely in my view. “You shaved.” I pout. He chuckles and rubs my hair. “It was growing too thick but don't worry, it'll grow back pretty fast,” he murmurs seductively, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek. “I've got something for you.” He helps me sit up and then sits beside me. I yawn again, my limbs trembling a little. “Really? What's that?” I look around him and notice he's been hiding something behind his back. He can't hide his grin and it's making me more anxious. I beam as he gets up and pul
Gurgling sounds fill the attic as I suck on Jaxon's thick cock. It's expanding in my mouth, making the corners of my lips burn as they stretch to accommodate him. He’s thrusting deeper into my throat, grunting as he keeps my hair out of the way with his fist. “That’s a good girl. Keep sucking. Make all the mess you want on my cock,” he grits out viciously, controlling the pace at which I bob up and down on his shaft. And I am making a total mess on his cock. It’s covered in my saliva, tears, and snot as I struggle to take all of him. You’d think by now I’d be an expert at sucking his ridiculously large cock, but I’m not. It’s still too much for me, but I don’t give up. I’m holding the base of his shaft as I take him as deep as I can, making hard suctions that causes his hips buck. “Oh, that’s so fucking good, baby. Let me feel your tongue,” he coos, and it’s music to my ears. I roll my tongue around his shaft as I take one more inch of his meat. My pussy is throbbing, an
I hate whenever he lies to me. It's like there's a barrier between us. I thought coming to New York was our little romantic getaway from all the tension back home. But it isn't that. He's just trying to put his pack first, not realizing he's endangering himself… and me. I'm almost two weeks gone now, it'll be New Year in two days and I really don't want to be on non-speaking terms with my fiancé. Our pup will likely be born in five months, so we have a lot ahead of us. My worst fear right now is losing the fairytale love I've always wanted and got. But what's more frightening than that is having to raise our pup alone without him. I can't lose Jaxon and if he keeps trying to be careless with his life, with what we've fought for because of his pack, I may have to let him go until he realizes what he actually needs. “Doll?” I inhale sharply when I hear him call from behind. I'm in the attic I found upstairs last night. It has some old books and furniture. I'm sitting on the jacke
Jaxon isn't in bed when I wake up. Which I'm totally not okay with, because he spent the whole night playing night guard. I can't believe we still have to worry about Kaar. It's so unfair after what we went through to get rid of him. Why couldn't he just leave us alone? Now Jaxon's unsettled—he has to watch both his back and mine… even Noah's. Speaking of Noah, I can see him watering the plants right outside. Birds are chirping and the cold isn't so bad. Jaxon must have taken Snowie out, she's not in her nest. I'm not comfortable being alone in the house, Kaar could be lurking around. So I quickly tug on a jacket and head outside. “Morning Noah.” I stop by the watered roses, admiring how healthy they look. “Oh Annabelle,” Noah stops and straightens his back. He gives me a lovely smile, the wrinkled sides of his eyes crinkling. “Hope you slept well,” he asks. Even though I didn't, I nod and answer, “Yeah I did,” then I look around, “Jaxon's out, isn't he? He didn't le




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