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Mate. The word echoed loud in my head the moment her lips pressed into mine. Mate. Mate. As I picked her up and led her to the VIP section, the word echoed in my head. It was hard to deny, a pulsing bond forming between us. That’s impossible. She’s a human. How can my mate be human? After all these long years, I’ve given up hope of ever finding a mate. And how I find her and she’s a human? “What’s your name?” I asked, my lips finding her pulse point. I could hear blood rushing fast through her body. Her scent was concentrated here, peaches and honey and cream. She smelled fucking delicious. “Whatever you want, daddy,” she whispered, her body twisting against mine. Her heat pressed down on my thigh and I fucking growled. I could feel how soaked she was. The sweet scent of her arousal filled the space between us. I wanted to bury my head between her thighs and choke on her sweet juices. “Should I…” she pulled back, blinking up at me with seductive hazy eyes. “Should I call you daddy? Get down on my knees and—” her small hand moved between us and palmed my cock through my pants. “—oh…that’s…that’s a lot,” “You don’t know what you’re asking for, kitten,” I grabbed her hand and pinned both of them behind her. She moaned, pushing her chest into mine. Her nipples, I felt them through the material of her gown. My mouth watered and I sucked on her neck, enjoying the way she squirmed against me. “I wanna feel your cock, daddy. Take…take all the bad memories away,” her moans made my head spin. The taste of her skin drove me fucking mad. My wolf growled in my head, screaming at me to mark her. Sink my fangs into her and claim her as mine. “You sure about that?” I asked, testing her skin with my teeth. She moaned, grinding shamelessly into my thighs. “Fuck! Yes! I want you to fuck me till I can’t walk straight anymore!” My cock was about to burst from how hard it was. With a growl, I moved her, nearly ripping her clothes off. She had the audacity to giggle. “Easy now, daddy. It’s brutal out there. Don’t wanna walk out naked,” with a coy look, she peeled her gown off, her eyes misty as she unhooked her bra. “Fuck me,” I groaned at the sight of her perfect tits. I grabbed them, marveling at how soft and warm they felt in my hand. I flicked her nipple with my thumb, watching as her body writhed and her moans got louder. Her back arched, her breathing shuddered. “Ah…they’re …sensitive.” Her face was flashed red, a stunning color on her without a doubt. Her knees buckled and she tumbled into me. I easily caught her and carried her over to the couch. This was my private area, no one was allowed to come in here. A perfect place to ravage a beauty such as her. I laid her down on the couch, and for a moment, her beauty struck me down. Her dark hair spilled around her head, begging me to fist my fingers into them and manhandle her. She stared at me shyly with those eyes that looked like gems. Her tits bounced lightly, rosy pink nipples begging for my mouth on them. Her long slender legs pressed together, trembling slightly. Mate. The bond flared inside my chest, a dark desire to protect her, mark her, fill her to the brim with my cum and lock her in place with my knot washed over me. “Your boyfriend was fucking blind,” I said, climbing over her and latching my mouth onto her nipple. “How did he take one look at you—“ “A-ah!” She grabbed my hair, her slender legs wrapping around my waist. “Fuck…so hot…” “How did he not think that you deserved to be worshipped?” Her tits fit into my mouth. Fuck, I never wanted to let her go. She giggled, her hands tugging on my belt. “Forget above that asshole. Who gives a shit about him?” I didn’t miss the bitterness in her voice. Deep down, I know that she doesn’t mean those words. My logical brain quickly got overtaken by my instincts. “Yeah, fuck him. Focus on me now, am I clear?” She nodded, licking her lips excitedly. “You’re so hot ordering me around.” “You little minx,” I chuckled, spreading her legs apart. “D-don’t look!” She gasped, trying to clamp her legs shut. “Sweetie, don’t try to hide yourself,” I let a little bit of my alpha command bleed into my voice. Not enough to fry a humans brain, just enough to make her whimper and surrender. “Hands above your head. Now.” There was no command behind it. She obeyed, chewing on her lip as she did. I couldn't resist kissing her, pulling her plump lower lip between my teeth. She mewled into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine. She's starved. Bold. But it's not enough. I feasted my eyes on the spot between her legs. “What a pretty pussy,” her tiny hole quivered, drops of dew spilling from inside her. Soft, pink, and glistening. “Your pussy looks lonely, baby girl.” My cock ached to bury inside her. I'd ruin her if I dared take her unprepared. The difference between our bodies is jarring. She feels so small....so fragile. My cock would break her in two. Why do I want to see that happen? Her scent filled my head, cooling around me like barbed wire. Sweat dotted my brows, and I felt my control slipping. When was the last time I got laid? Fuck. It’s been so long. “Daddy…” she whined, moving her hips a bit. “Touch me…please. I need you…” “Are you sure, kitten?” She nodded vigorously. “Words. Use your words.” “Yes! I want this! I want your cock, your fingers…all of you!” Ah, how can I refuse her when she’s asking so sweetly? Holding her thighs open, I lowered down and pressed a kiss to her clit. She cried out, jerking into my mouth and away at the same time. “Poor thing, you’re so pent up. He never satisfied you, did he?” I licked her wet pussy, her taste exploding all over my tongue. “Fuck me, you taste like sin,” I buried my face between her legs, covering her sweet little pussy with my mouth, catching every drop of dew her sweet hole produced. “Your tongue…hah…so good daddy— fuck me…fuck me with your long tongue, daddy please!”Rune’s POV Holy shit! His tongue game is mind blowing! My back arched permanent off the couch, my legs hooked around his neck, my fingers threaded into his hair. His tongue bullied into my hole, like he had a score he wanted to settle with my pussy. The sounds were profane. The way my hole squelched and got impossibly wetter with each flick of his tongue over it. His spit mixed with my arousal has me gushing like a river. My pussy was crying happy tears. My entire body buzzed to life. I hadn’t drank any alcohol, yet the buzz under my skin was undeniable. Fuck. It’s him. It’s this man…he’s making me drunk! His scent, his body, his warmth. Everything is driving me to the brink of intoxication. My thighs trembled and I bucked my hips into his mouth, feeling the top of his nose being into my clit. He growled. A deep sound that issued from his chest and echoed inside the walls of my pussy. A sob caught in my threat from how good it felt. Tears wet my cheeks and spilled down onto
XavierMate.The word echoed loud in my head the moment her lips pressed into mine.Mate.Mate.As I picked her up and led her to the VIP section, the word echoed in my head. It was hard to deny, a pulsing bond forming between us.That’s impossible. She’s a human. How can my mate be human? After all these long years, I’ve given up hope of ever finding a mate. And how I find her and she’s a human?“What’s your name?” I asked, my lips finding her pulse point. I could hear blood rushing fast through her body. Her scent was concentrated here, peaches and honey and cream. She smelled fucking delicious.“Whatever you want, daddy,” she whispered, her body twisting against mine. Her heat pressed down on my thigh and I fucking growled.I could feel how soaked she was. The sweet scent of her arousal filled the space between us.I wanted to bury my head between her thighs and choke on her sweet juices.“Should I…” she pulled back, blinking up at me with seductive hazy eyes. “Should I call you da
Rune’s POV:“A tall glass of orange juice please.”I sat down on the barstool, slamming my purse on the table with a loud thud.“With a straw. Lots of ice. Two mint leaves.”The bartender, a cute guy around my age, turned to me. He had a bottle of whiskey in his hand which he poured some to a customer seated beside me. “Just the juice?” He asked as he set the bottle in front of me, as if waiting for me to change my mind.“Yes.” I said, my voice tight, coiled with anger. My fingers drummed into the surface of the table. I could already taste the juice at the back of my throat. “No alcohol, please.” “A-alright. Coming up.”A deep, riveting chuckle reached my ears.“Orange juice? What do you think this is, a convenience store?” The voice that spoke was deep and rich, the kind that made shivers skittle down my spine.It made my anger spike. As if fuel had been poured into it.I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “No, it’s a fucking bar. I saw the sign outside. Who are you to care what—” I spun
Rune’s POVMy fiancé is a bottom.There are a number of things I never imagined I’d ever see. Werewolves. Sparkly vampires. Aliens. The list goes on. At the top of that list is Anslem, my beloved fiancé, getting railed on the floor of my apartment by a man.His stepbrother.The cold air that was around me seconds ago transferred to my veins.My chest tightened, squeezing off the air flow in to my lungs. The bright smile on my face froze faster than water outside the harsh winter. I tried to inhale and it sounded like a weak doorknob rattling in my throat.Anslem. The man I believed was the love of my life. The one I was about to introduce to my family tomorrow — Christmas day— as my fiancé. The man I’m supposed to get married to by Valentine’s Day next year.“F-fuck! Baby… I’m— you’re so big…” Anslem moaned, his legs pressed to his chest, his cheeks flushed a dark crimson and eyes rolled back in pleasure.He’s never had such a look of pleasure before, not even when I did all I could







