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The Pack’s Curvy Omega(1)

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The Pack’s Curvy Omega

Chapter 1: Found in Heat

I had been running for three years.

My name is Lena Hart, and I was the omega no pack wanted. Too curvy, too soft, too much. The last alpha who looked at me had laughed when my heat hit and told me my body was built for comfort, not for claiming. After that, I stopped trying. I took suppressants, kept my head down, and moved from small town to small town until I ended up in this quiet mountain community at the edge of Blackthorn Pack territory.
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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)

    Chapter 3: Eyes of the Pack I woke to sunlight streaming through the tall windows and the heavy weight of three alphas around me. My body felt thoroughly used — thighs sticky, pussy sore and swollen, the faint ache of multiple knots still lingering deep inside. But the desperate edge of my heat had finally eased into something warmer and more manageable. For the first time in days, I could think clearly. Thorne was already awake, propped on one elbow and watching me with those storm-gray eyes. Kael was sprawled on his stomach beside me, one arm thrown across my waist. Riven slept on my other side, his face buried in my hair, one big hand resting possessively on my soft belly. “Morning,” Thorne said quietly. His voice was rough but gentle. “How do you feel?” “Sore,” I admitted. “But… better.” Kael stirred and lifted his head, giving me a lazy, satisfied smile. “Good. Because we plan on keeping you sore for a while.” Riven didn’t speak, but his hand slid slowly down my belly and

  • 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

  • THE ART OF SINS   The Pack’s Curvy Omega(1)

    The Pack’s Curvy Omega Chapter 1: Found in Heat I had been running for three years. My name is Lena Hart, and I was the omega no pack wanted. Too curvy, too soft, too much. The last alpha who looked at me had laughed when my heat hit and told me my body was built for comfort, not for claiming. After that, I stopped trying. I took suppressants, kept my head down, and moved from small town to small town until I ended up in this quiet mountain community at the edge of Blackthorn Pack territory. I thought I was safe. Until the suppressants failed. The heat slammed into me while I was hiking the old trail behind my cabin, trying to clear my head. One minute I was walking through pine and damp earth. The next, fire licked through my veins, my skin felt too tight, and slick soaked through my leggings so fast I had to stop and brace myself against a tree. “Fuck,” I whispered, thighs pressing together. My breasts felt heavy, nipples tight against my thin tank top. The scent of my own ar

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    The Alpha Who Craved My Heat I had spent years hiding what I was. My name is Talia. Twenty-six years old, curvy in a pack that praised sleek lines and sharp angles. Thick thighs that brushed when I walked, full hips that made every pair of jeans look obscene, a soft belly I had learned to cradle in private, and breasts that swayed heavy with every breath. I was an omega, but I had never felt like one the pack would fight over. Suppressants kept my heats at bay. I worked quietly in the archive cabin at the edge of the compound, sorting old pack records while the other she-wolves ran under the moon and alphas chose mates who looked nothing like me. Until the full moon gathering changed everything. The pack had gathered in the deep woods beyond the city lights for the annual run. Bonfires crackled. Howls echoed. I stayed on the fringes as usual, a shawl wrapped around my shoulders, trying to ignore the way my skin already felt too tight. My last suppressant dose should have held for

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    Chapter 3 I stood outside his apartment door wearing the shortest dress I owned. It was black, skin-tight, and barely covered my ass. No bra. No panties. The plug was still inside me from the night before, making every step feel filthy and full. My heart pounded as I knocked once. The door opened immediately. He stood there in dark pants and a black shirt. His eyes dragged over me slowly, taking in the way the dress clung to my body and how hard my nipples were against the thin fabric. “Come in.” I stepped inside. He locked the door behind me and turned me around so my back was against it. “Lift the dress. Show me.” I pulled the hem up to my waist. He looked at my bare pussy and the base of the plug between my cheeks. His hand slid between my legs and gave the plug a gentle tug. “Still in like I told you. Good girl.” He pushed two fingers into my pussy and pumped them slowly while his thumb brushed my clit. “You are already wet. Have you been thinking about this all day?”

  • THE ART OF SINS   Secret Sin: My Son’s Best Friend(2)

    I woke up the next morning with Jake’s head between my thighs and his tongue buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. “Oh fuck… Jake,” I moaned, my voice hoarse from screaming his name all night. My back arched off the bed as he licked long, filthy strokes through my folds, sucking our mixed juices

  • THE ART OF SINS   Secret Sin: My Son’s Best Friend(1)

    I never thought I’d become the kind of woman who let her son’s best friend destroy her pussy, but the second Jake Harlan looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive, I knew I was already fucked. My name is Sophia Reynolds. Forty-one. Divorced. Still hot enough that men turn their heads, but lonely

  • THE ART OF SINS   Forbidden Craving: My Best Friend’s Son(2)

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  • THE ART OF SINS   BEST FRIEND’S DAD(2)

    **Chapter 2: The Secret Touch That Changed Everything** Emma was out cold on the couch. Her soft snores filled the living room like a permission slip I never knew I needed. The empty wine glass lay tipped on the carpet beside her, and her phone had slipped from her fingers onto the cushion. I s

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