HARD FOR ME

MARLOWEThe Bluestone Pack house dining hall was a massive, vaulted stone nightmare dripping with ancestral wealth.Not a fairytale castle. A sprawling, high-security fortress built for cold-blooded Alphas, political backstabbers,and high-stakes hockey royalty.By the time I dragged my scuffed boots to the table, I already wanted to put my fist through the drywall.Luna Elena sat at the head of the table like a frozen queen, her pale eyes sharp as switchblades as she watched the High Council elders bow and scrape over the newest addition to our roster. And sitting right across from me, looking like he owned the entire Bluestone bloodline, was Marcel.He was dressed in a tailored dress shirt, his dark hair neatly parted, using the right damn silver salad fork while chatting in fluent northern dialects with two visiting pack delegates from the Fierce Claw Pack.I stared across the white linen cloth, aggressively chewing a slice of rare steak, my jaw locked so tight my teeth practically g

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BLEED ON ME

MARLOWEMy breathing was still fucked, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped beast inside that dark,narrow alcove behind the tapestry.Asher’s heavy weight was pinned flush against my body, his rock-hard erection pressing straight into my thigh through his slacks, his broad hand digging hard into the back of my neck. His golden eyes were glowing like live coals in the dark... waiting for me to break my own rule, waiting for me to wrap my hands around his throat and surrender to the sick, possessive heat burning between us.“I’m not giving you the fucking satisfaction, Asher...” I choked out, my voice thick and raspy against his lips...my chest heaving hard as I shoved flat against his broad chest, forcing just enough space between us to slip out from behind the heavy velvet curtain.I didn't go back to my room. I couldn't sleep. My blood was running way too hot, my marrow itching under my skin like raw electricity... so I dragged my scuffed boots down to the estate’s priva

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RUBBING COCKS

MARLOWEI didn't give Asher the satisfaction of seeing me lose my goddamn mind right there on the rubber mats.I swallowed hard, shoving my chest away from his massive frame with a sharp, violent jerk that tore us apart. My heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, my cock throbbing painfully hard inside my shorts from the friction of his hips, but I forced my jaw to lock. I plastered a cold, arrogant, untouchable smirk across my face, wiping the sweat from my brow like I didn't give two flying fucks who shared his mat.“Take him, then,” I spat, my voice dripping with cold, sarcastic venom as I tossed my taped hands up in mock surrender. “If you want a prim-and-little-proper Fierce Claw lapdog whining on your mat instead of someone who can actually take a hit, go right ahead, highness. Don't let me interrupt your tea party.”Marcel’s polite smirk flickered for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes narrowing at my sudden, arrogant shift in tone.Asher didn't buy the act for

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HARD FOR ME

BLEED ON ME

RUBBING COCKS