He managed to sneak into the house without being seen by the servants. He knocked on Julian’s door, once, and waited, his heart pounding and his senses on high alert. He felt disconcertingly similar to how he felt before his rut: his skin hot, his senses sharpened, and the beast uncomfortably close to the surface.He had rehearsed what he was going to say.It was a mistake. It can’t happen again. I don’t want to be my father. I don’t want to hurt you. We need to put some distance between us. You deserve better than this. Better than me.But all his rehearsed, logical arguments left his mind the moment Julian opened the door.Julian wasn’t wearing anything seductive. All he was wearing was an old, oversized dark red shirt—and nothing else, as far as Devlin could tell.Swallowing, Devlin dragged his gaze from those cute little toes to Julian’s well-shaped legs and thighs. Like most Dainiri omegas, Julian was

sorry for repetition......    Jules woke up, feeling… mmm, wonderful.His cheek was pressed against something warm and comfortable. Smiling sleepily, he nuzzled into his pillow. It smelled good.The pillow moved. “Good morning.”Jules forced his eyes open and found himself staring at the Duke of Westcliff’s magnificent bare chest—which was the thing he’d apparently been using as a pillow.“You didn’t leave,” Jules stated, blinking. “And you’re half-naked. I’m pretty sure you weren’t half-naked yesterday when I fell asleep.”Devlin’s lips twitched, but otherwise his expression remained oddly somber. “We need to talk,” he said.Jules winced. “Please can we not? I know how that talk goes. We really should skip it.”“Skip it,” Devlin repeated, looking at him strangely.Jules p

  Jules had attended quite a few parties and balls since they had arrived at the capital, but the royal ball was something else. He’d never been at the palace before, and the luxury was both overwhelming and humbling. It made Jules acutely aware that they were little more than country bumpkins, only invited because of Liam’s undisputed success as the Diamond of the Season—and because Devlin intended to marry him. Jules bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood. Not thinking about it, not thinking about it, not thinking about it. Fuck, he was terrible at not thinking about it. He should have stayed home. He should have made up some excuse to skip the ball. But he was so damn weak. So weak for him. He wanted to be there for Devlin—this was a very important evening for him. Devlin would be declared the heir tonight. Jules had no idea how people would react, so he wanted Devlin to have at least one supporter in the ballroom,

After a few moments, he heard a low growl, and the scent of an alpha suddenly spiked in the room, delicious and overwhelming. It still smelled like Devlin, just much stronger and baser. He must have shifted fully.Jules shivered, stroking his aching cock.There was another low growl and then he felt furry cheeks between his thighs. And then there was a tongue licking his hole, again and again, before pushing into him—Jules cried out, his body arching as he came, just like that, his cock spurting his jizz everywhere. But the tongue didn’t stop: it was absolutely relentless, delving deep into him, deeper and deeper, so damn good and rough, oh fuck, more, more—Jules came again, moaning loudly. Yet somehow it wasn’t enough. He wanted Devlin’s cock. He wanted his knot.“Fuck me,” he demanded breathlessly.The tongue finally stopped torturing him, and Jules nearly sobbed, his hole clenching over nothing.

The presentNSO Homeland “What is going on?” Joy glanced at the New Species leading her through the building and continued, “I received a call that there was some kind of emergency with someone I counseled in the past. They said it was urgent that I come.”A snarl came from farther down the hallway and made her jump. Her escort bolted away, abandoning her to rush into a room. She hurried forward despite that terrifying sound. She paused at the entrance to the room to stare in absolute horror at the scene playing out.“Hold him down!” The New Species male who had escorted her yelled the order and two more Species males threw their massive bodies over the guy restrained on the hospital bed. An earsplitting howl fractured the room and an arm snapped free from the restraints. The Species clawed at the body over his chest, fisted the material of the other man’s shirt, and tried to toss aside the one attem