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The King’s consort
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Compilation Of Short Stories (Erotica) The Vampire’s Harem
The inheritance came with three conditions: never open the west wing after dark, never refuse a gift offered at midnight, and never, under any circumstances, stay the full thirteen nights. On the fourteenth evening, Svetlana broke all three.The grand hall was colder than the grave, the air thick with the scent of dust and old roses. Three figures emerged from the shadows, their movements a fluid dance of predatory grace. They were the Vargen brothers, the true masters of Blackwood Manor, and they had been waiting for her.Kazimir, the eldest, stepped forward first. His hair was the color of spilled ink, his eyes like chips of arctic ice. He was power personified, every line of his body demanding submission. "You have proven your spirit by staying," he said, his voice a low thrum that vibrated in her bones. "But spirit alone is not enough to claim this place."Luka, the middle brother, leaned against the marble mantelpiece, a smirk playing on his perfectly sculpted lips. His gaze was
Compilation Of Short Stories (Erotica) The Alpha’s Mark
The first thing she felt was not the morning light, but a low, throbbing heat on her skin. Maya’s eyes fluttered open, her mind still fuzzy with the remnants of a dream filled with dark eyes and possessive hands. She pushed herself up in the unfamiliar bed, the silken sheets pooling at her waist. The room was luxurious, all dark wood and masculine scents, a stark contrast to her own modest apartment. Last night came back in a rush of sensory memories: the pulsating music of the exclusive club, the stranger’s intense gaze from across the room, the way his voice had felt like a physical touch when he’d introduced himself as Kaelen.And the sex.A shiver, entirely of pleasure, traced its way down her spine. She looked down at the source of the heat. There, on the smooth skin of her inner thigh, just a breath away from her core, was a mark. It was no ordinary bruise or hickey. It was an intricate, swirling pattern, like a tattoo made of shadow and silver, etched into her flesh. It pulsed
Compilation Of Short Stories (Erotica) Possessed by Desire
The old book didn’t just feel warm; it pulsed in her hands like a living, sleeping heart.Cora ran her fingers over the embossed, unreadable script on the cover, the leather strangely supple against her skin. The library was silent, empty long past closing time, and the only light came from the green-shaded lamp on her desk. It was this silence, this profound loneliness, that made her trace the symbol in the center of the cover. A mistake, she would later think, but in that moment, it felt like an invitation.The moment her finger completed the circuit of the strange symbol, the book flew from her hands, not falling, but hovering in the air before her. It snapped open, pages whipping in a silent, furious storm. Then, from the center of the vortex, smoke began to pour forth, not grey, but deep, bruised purple. It coalesced, thickened, and took shape.A man stood where the book had been. No, not a man. Everything about him was too perfect, too sharp to be human. He was tall, with jet-bl
Compilation Of Short Stories (Erotica) The King’s consort
It all began the moment the Fae King, Lysanor, laid his hands upon her in the moon drenched glade of his world. One second she was clutching the rough bark of an oak in the mortal world, the next she was on her knees in a circle of standing stones, velvet moss beneath her and a sky of swirling amethyst above. And his touch was like lightning made silk, tracing the line of her jaw and sending waves of pure, undiluted sensation straight to her core.“She is the one,” his voice, a low thrum of power and desire, was not meant for her alone. It echoed through the clearing, reaching the two formidable figures who stood as silent, watchful sentinels at the edge of the stones. His personal guards. “The anchor for my magic. The key to the throne.”Lyriana could only gasp, her head falling back as his fingers trailed down the column of her throat. This was not the terror of abduction she had expected. This was an awakening. Her skin hummed, her blood sang, and a deep, aching emptiness bloomed b
Compilation Of Short Stories (Erotica) The Offering
The vow had never been one of passion, but of experience, a night stolen from the ordinary and devoted to the moon.He saw not her in the rowdy center of the tavern, but on its periphery, a reserved woman with eyes that flamed with a hunger she'd never mustered enough courage to voice. He arrived with the silent nature of wild animals she'd heard about in stories, his arrival depositing an ocean of quietness in the midst of the busy room. When the amber-weathered eyes locked with hers, it was not an invitation but a soft, inexorable grasp. "I have something that will interest you," he stated, his voice resonating to the marrow in her bones. “ A collar, stitched in the light of the full moon. It doesn't bind you to me but to the sense itself. You would feel everything in one night.”Intrigue, that alluring and deadly fire, was kindled in her. He used not smooth words but hard, unyielding truth. "What's your name?" she demanded, her own voice a shock of calm.A slow, stalking smile had
Compilation Of Short Stories (Erotica) The hunger of waiting
There had been quiet in the house, a heavy emptiness pressing down on her everywhere, but with his key in the door turning, the air burst open and reshaped itself into tautness and jitters.She was there before the door fully opened, a vision that made his breath catch after a week of clinical hotel rooms and behind-the-scenes negotiations. He stood on the threshold, jet-lagged, the acrid odor of jet fuel and other cities on his woolen jacket. She said nothing, but smiled instead, giving everything and nothing simultaneously. She leaned her hand against his as she took from him the big leather briefcase, letting it fall down onto the floor with the soft thud that seemed to echo through the awed quietness."The bath is drawn," she told him, her throat heavy and vibrating, cutting through his weariness and going straight to his groin. Her eyes, dark with intent, roamed his face. "Go, wash the world off."He wanted to pull her into his arms and take a breath of the smell of her skin, ear
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