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Forbidden Craving: My Best Friend’s Son(1)

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last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-28 00:36:16

I stood at the arrivals gate, my pulse hammering in my throat as I scanned the crowd. Then I saw him—Ryan—and everything inside me tightened in a way I wasn’t ready for.

He wasn’t the boy I used to tease about his video games anymore. This Ryan was a man, six-two of hard muscle wrapped in a black T-shirt that stretched across his chest and biceps. His dark hair was tousled from the flight, jaw shadowed with stubble, and when those intense hazel eyes locked onto mine, a slow, knowing smirk cur
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    Chapter 4: Bound as One My heat returned with a vengeance just after sunset. It hit me while I was sitting in the common area with Thorne, Kael, and Riven. One moment I was listening to them talk quietly about pack business. The next, fire flooded my veins so fast I had to grip the edge of the table. Slick flooded between my thighs instantly, soaking through the leggings they had given me. All three alphas scented it at the same time. Thorne’s eyes flashed gold. Kael’s playful smile turned sharp and hungry. Riven simply stood, scooped me into his arms without a word, and carried me out of the room while the others followed. They didn’t take me to the main bedroom this time. They took me to their private suite at the very top of the pack house — a large open space with a massive custom bed, thick rugs, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the dark mountains. The door had barely closed behind us before they were stripping me. My sweater hit the floor. My leggings followe

  • THE ART OF SINS   The Pack’s Curvy Omega(3)

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  • THE ART OF SINS   The Pack’s Curvy Omega(2)

    : Chapter 2: Claimed Through the Night I woke to the feeling of a hot mouth between my thighs. My eyes fluttered open to the dim glow of a bedside lamp. Kael was already there, shoulders between my spread legs, tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes through my slick folds. The heat hadn’t faded. If anything, it had deepened into a steady, throbbing ache that made every nerve ending feel raw and desperate. A low moan escaped me before I could stop it. Kael lifted his head just enough to smile against my pussy. “There she is. I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up with my tongue inside you.” Before I could answer, the bed shifted. Thorne moved in behind me, pulling my back against his broad chest. One of his big hands slid up to cup my breast while the other rested possessively on my soft belly. Riven lay on my other side, watching with those dark, unreadable eyes as Kael went back to licking me. “You’re still burning,” Thorne murmured against my ear, voice rou

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