LOGINSix weeks laterHe lapped at my clit with his tongue, drinking in my taste and sending another electric shock of pleasure to my core. I gasped and clutched at the sheets by my head, riding out my orgasm. We had compeltely rumpled the bedding, our bedding.“Goddess, Caleb, where did you learn to do t
I jolted awake, a searing pain knocking the breath out of me. It felt like a knife twisting into my stomach. I panicked, and tore away the sheets, but there was no blood anywhere on the bed.The room was pitch dark, and only a few stars were visible through the glass windowpanes. Wait, Caleb, is he
CalebSometime in the night Ruby had rolled over onto her side and nestled into the crook of my arm. She looked like a kitten, comfortable and at peace with the world.I had slept for a few hours after we fucked, but it was difficult to stay asleep with a woman in my arms. It wasn’t a secret to Ruby
It felt like a long drive to get back home. Caleb was completely worn out by the time we reached his car in the parking lot, and although he said he was fine, I didn’t want him to drive after the ordeal he had gone through.I turned the roof down to let the air clear my head, the cool wind whipping
Lucas grinned wickedly, and laid a claiming hand at the back of my neck. I shuddered from the touch, and felt my cheeks grow hot and red.He lifted the microphone once again to his lips when the doors to the ballroom burst open, swinging all the way back on their hinges and crashing loudly into the
RubyDaniel was a surprisingly heavy drinker, especially considering that he always seemed so bubbly and innocent. Still, I was amazed at how composed and sober he seemed after six full glasses.I guess I should have expected as much from a seasoned royal guard.“And you are sure you have no idea wh
CalebMy head ached, and even the starlight hurt my eyes as I blinked them open. I coughed, and spat out a bit of dirt.My joints felt like they hadn’t been used in years, but when I stretched and tried to sit up, I felt a painful pinprick at my throat.“Don’t you fucking move,” an unfamiliar voice
I sat back with a glass of sparkling wine in my hand and took another delicate sip. The bubbles tickled the back of my nose, and with all the chaos of the night, it felt good to finally be off of my feet.I had done several laps around the ballroom already, trying to find the Alpha of the hour, but
“Oh yes,” I said, grinning into the camera as I answered the reporter’s questions. “I love lemon desserts, I have to say it’s probably my favorite flavor.”“How fascinating! And have you ever tried baking your own?” His plastic expression made me slightly nervous, but I did my best to ignore it whil
CalebA woman’s blood-curdling scream erupted ahead of me.Goddess damn all! My feet pounded against the grass as I sprinted into the gardens, terrified of what I was going to find.I saw her less than an hour ago, how could she possibly have already gotten into this much trouble? I leapt over a li







