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ALPHA ZANE: OMEGA IN HIS SHEETS EPISODE 3: ALL FIVE FINGERS ALPHA ZANE My voice cracked on the edge of a raw groan, and I cleared my throat, lifting a trembling hand to cup her warm face, soft as silk beneath my rough palms. Evie leaned hungrily into my hands, letting out a soft, needy sigh. She reached up, grabbed my muscular arm, and deliberately dragged my hand down, pressing my wide palm flat against her pounding chest. “Zane, I’m not scared of you. Not anymore,” Evie whispered, her breath ghosting across my lips. “The only thing I am truly scared of is that even the man who I’m promised to could throw me away. Please… don’t ever do that to me.” “I could never reject you, Evie,” I confessed in a shattered, vulnerable voice, lifting her soft chin to force her gaze to meet mine. Our bodies collided, flush and burning, and I pressed hard into her curves. The sheer, intoxicating peace of having her this close to me was driving my wolf completely insane. I could not beg

ALPHA ZANE: OMEGA IN HIS SHEETS EPISODE 5: AN ALPHA’S COCK EVE Alpha Zane’s cock was so impossibly huge that his dark briefs could not possibly contain it all. His heavy manhood dropped like a thick weighted bar, resting against his strong left thigh. It was fat, thick, terribly long, and visibly pulsing with raw power. I could feel his heavy heat from across the room. I knew how hard he had fought to hold himself back, even when his only desire was to devour me completely. His dark hunger was as big as his magnificent body, yet Alpha Zane stood tall, calm, and strong before me. And when he spoke those forbidden words, I wanted to immediately turn around and offer my wet core to his mercy. I wanted him to spank me, to squeeze me, and to fuck me without any limits. I would do it all in a heartbeat. I would even let him tie my hands and gag my mouth so I could take every single inch of him deep inside my soul. I wanted him to lose all track of direction, forgetting where h

THE PRIEST’S TEMPTATION EPISODE 2: GET ON YOUR KNEES, MY CHILD BRENDA ‘Come to me?!’ The priest had no idea what he just suggested. Dirty thoughts forced their way into my mind as I got up. I breathed out and tried to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks. The blush wasn't the only thing that had me worried. My nipples were ripe and hard. My dress material was light, flannel. I looked down at my nipples poking through them like laser beams. And I giggled inwardly cause this father is going to prove just how good he is. Imagine it. If I could get the priest to fuck me. Or let me take him in my mouth. My pussy buzzed. She squeezed and spasmed, I was wet just thinking about it. Leaking slowly. The door opened up and I was yanked away from my thoughts. But not from the underlying tremors already rising. I curled my toes in my platinum ash heels. I saw a hand pull out from a door at the end of the hallway. “Over here,” The father said. I patted my

THE PRIEST’S TEMPTATION EPISODE 4: OH YES, FATHER! I rolled my hot palm slowly down his thick length. I moved my hand smoothly and slowly over his hard flesh. His strong pulse hammered right in my hands, matching the deep, wet, throbbing ache burning between my legs that simply would not disappear. My sensitive clit tingled with sharp heat. My legs curled tight behind me in pure need. The priest was still praying out loud, his eyes squeezed shut and glued tightly to the floor. I leaned closer and took the heavy head of his ripe, swollen cock right into my warm mouth. A sudden chill must have settled deep inside the poor priest. For he shivered visibly right then, and his trembling hands reached out to firmly hold my head in place. “My child, you must answer Amen to every single prayer. Do you hear me?” the priest said while his glassy eyes rolled back into his head. His warm fingers wove deep into my hair, holding me captive. His heavy cock pulsed hard right ins

MY NEW BODYGUARDS EPISODE 1: THE ONE I CAN’T SEDUCE. CARA I’d always been protected, but never caged. The caging came after the explosion back at home. In New Orleans, during the Candlelight March, someone planted a bomb on a horse. It blew up in the middle of the crowded square, shattering the fragile peace of my world. I had been safely away from the blast, sitting with my dad at a quiet diner. His entourage of armed men arrived minutes later, moving with terrifying urgency. They rushed us back to the house, and I had just thirty minutes to pack my most important belongings. That was the day we fled New Orleans for Miami. Miami never felt like a real hiding place. The city was laid-back and fun But it wasn't like that for us. Mom died when I was in middle school. I always knew my father was dangerous. It earned me safety and a fierce reputation among my peers, but I had left those friends behind in New Orleans in a sudden, violent rush. Here in Miami, holed