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“Who do you think you are?! Why would I give birth to an heir?! Why would I even have anything to do with you?!” “Alaric Storm, Alpha King of the Storm Pack,” his response came out coolly as he once again reduced the distance between them. “Because you’re my mate. You tell me.” Eliza’s lips parted but no words came out, the air around her suddenly seizing as he got rid of all the distance between them to stand right in front of her. She swallowed, immediately reaching for the hem of her dress, desperate for any form of grounding. A light breath escaped her lips as she looked away from him, her eyes falling to his chest. She swallowed then lowered her gaze even lower, her eyes tracing his torso all the way to his feet.

He kisses my stomach and goes further down toward my core. His tongue licks me teasingly, and I couldn't hold back my moans any longer. He slips two fingers into me and starts to pump them fast. I ride his fingers, matching his pace with my eyes closed. The door suddenly flings open. “Kai, Alexa. It's afternoon already. Are you still…,” Darcey pauses when she sees what we are up to? My eyes widened in surprise. The Alpha didn't stop, he continued to suck me hard, making slurry sounds.

It falls open exposing my breasts, abdomen, and the tiny G-string panties I am wearing. I look at Max and Sam and both have expressions of pure desire radiating from their eyes. I feel Damen’s sweet minty and warm breath on my neck, and he kisses me softly on the neck before moving toward my right ear. “Your safe word is 'storm',” he whispers and my heart beats even faster. Max’s eyes move up and down my body and he watches as my chest rises and falls with my heightened anticipation. There is something so dominating about a werewolf, vampire, and hybrid angel and fae, that no human man could ever arouse me like these three men are doing right now.

Jester brushed a bit of hair from her face, and found himself liking the feel of the silky strands through his fingers. “He had sex on the brain,” Alisa explained. “He really thought I was joking when I said I didn’t want to sleep with him. He thought I was just playing hard-to-get, or whatever. Do you know that physical contact makes my Gift like, ten times more accurate?” “You mean, intimate physical contact…like this?” Jester leaned down a bit, and kissed her deeply. He liked how easily her mouth would respond to even the slightest provocation from him. If she kissed all her exes this way, he could understand the frustration they would have felt if Alisa continued to reject their advances.

Elias, a towering, broad-shouldered monument of sculpted muscle and raw power; Jace, a fragile, pale-skinned youth with long, silver-grey hair splayed across the dark sheets like a fallen halo. When their bodies finally collided, the rush of pure, unadulterated pleasure was so intense it drew a deep, guttering groan from Elias's throat. He buried his face in the crook of Jace’s neck, his chest heaving as he slowly began to move. Jace gasped, his eyes flying open, his fingers digging into the hard muscles of Elias’s shoulders as the overwhelming warmth of the Alpha filled him. "Shh, easy, my Little Wolf," Elias whispered, his hands sliding down to cradle Jace’s hips, guiding their movements with effortless control. "I've got you. Just breathe. It won't hurt... I promise you, it won't hurt."

The letter is not really, really long, but it goes thus: ***I see you, friend. I see everything you're doing. Don't think you can hide forever. You think I haven't noticed the heated discussions between you and your sister's husband, the hidden encounters you've been getting yourself entangled with. I saw how it happened, how it happened at the club, when the both of you had the most pleasurable, intense night of all. Don't think you can hide forever, because I see you, and I know you. And if you don't do as I say, then you are going to hell, and you're going to regret every single action you have committed. Wait on for further instructions, probably in the next two days, next one week, or maybe this night and I'm going to tell you what to do.*** ***Yours carefully,*** ***your precious, magnificent, beautiful stalker.***

“You think offering me your body will make me accept you? You’re even stupider than I thought.” She turned to leave. I caught her wrist. “Try me first. If you don’t like it… I’ll leave.” Her eyes narrowed, weighing it. Just as I expected. Who turns down sex? “You think you can please an Alpha like me?” she said. “Darius is True Blood—ten times stronger than any ordinary Alpha. I heard he marked you. You haven’t even felt a fraction of what he’s capable of. A weakling can’t give birth to the strong. What makes you think you can handle me when even my own son had to hold back for your frail little body? Who do you think you are to assume I’ll be pleased Omega?”

The alley was our playground, the darkness our cloak, and we reveled in the taboo of it all. With a final, guttural shout, the stranger found his release, his hot seed filling me as I came a second time. Alex's hand was there, catching the excess, smearing it over my skin as he licked his way down my neck. Alex, his voice a caress that sent a shiver down my spine., murmured, "You want more, don't you?" "Yes," I breathed, my voice barely audible. The hunger in his eyes told me he knew exactly what I needed. "And you're going to watch him suck me off, aren't you?"

Letting him search for her sensitive bud himself she groaned, “If you are going to do with my body as you please then I’ll do the same with yours.” She had slowly started gaining her senses back and now that she had realized just how liquid she became in his hands she didn’t like it. Thinking this she felt him stand back up behind her and cupping his hardness through his pants she chuckled, “Already hard for me? I didn’t know my punishment equaled sexual harassment and your pleasure.” “Of course it doesn’t,” Alastor said suppressing a groan that he felt oncoming from the ministrations under her dainty fingers, “It is more for you than for me.”

It pours off Aiden’s skin in waves, reacting to the fear and the proximity of the dominant Alpha. Kael inhales deeply, his eyes rolling back slightly as the scent hits him. He grips Aiden’s wrists, tearing them away from his neck and exposing the pale, trembling throat. "My instinct was right," Kael purrs, his voice dropping an octave, heavy with dark intent. He leans in, his nose dragging against the sensitive skin of Aiden’s neck, taking a long, possessive sniff. "You aren't a beta at all. You’re an omega." He pulls back just enough to look Aiden in the eye, a predatory grin stretching across his face. "A dirty little slut boy, hiding right under my nose."

I asked when her hand tightened around mine. She nodded her head, and I immediately willed our bodies to be sucked into limbo, landing on the foot of Alastor’s massive bed. Four females were around him, each of them sucking a part of his body. Alastor pushed the female nearest to him, and the other scampered away, hissing at the disturbance, while the demon prince’s eyes were blazing with fire as he looked at me. "[Who gave you the right to enter this tower?]" He snarled, his demon fangs erupting from his gums.

She gasps in a whisper, and he presses a finger to her lips, shutting her up. His smile a radiant ray of sunlight in the gloom of the forest, stepped forward, his other hand reaching out to touch Amelia's cheek. Emryn was her mate, and even if it is forbidden for her, a vampire to marry a necromancer, she doesn't want to give up on her love for him. Emryn, his eyes darkening with passion, leaned forward, his lips grazing against Amelia's cheek in a gentle, possessive caress.

I finally completed my statement, my voice a bit firmer, and he raised his eyes, releasing a deep breath. He tossed the document onto the sofa and took slow, deliberate steps over to me, something dark flashing in his eyes. His clenched fists, tight jaw, and brooding eyes, it was obvious that he was trying to hold back, and it did nothing but arouse me. Every step he took sent shivers down my spine, spiking my excitement and making my pussy drip juices that soaked my panties. The tension was thin, our lust was thick, and even though I hadn't put in an effort not to, I found myself craving for the man that I've been told to avoid.. a man rumored to be a heartless killer.

Moaning from the pleasure of orgasm, I lean against him. He slowly unties the rope, kissing down my body. The rope drops, and he lifts me, wrapping my legs around him, pushing me against the wall. His mouth explores my breasts, hand gripping my throat, and the leather adds to the sensory overload. The orgasm surges again as his teeth bite down. Moaning, I try to resist, but his hips start moving, his leather-clad cock rubbing against me. "Blue, yellow," I gasp, unable to endure much more. The pause at the edge feels exhilarating, but the repeated intensity is draining. "Does Kitten want to finish?" His voice growls.

“That little touch? It reignites the agony. Resets the clock.” To prove the point, I dragged my knuckles over his groin. His scream was raw, animalistic. “Feel that? From the tip of his cock to his spine and everything in between,” I said, glancing at Anastasia with a smirk. My expression held no remorse—only amusement at her horror. Once Ortiz’s breathing steadied, I leaned in. “Let’s try again. How does Valentine contact you?” “Fuck you, bitch!” he snarled—before his body arched, his scream deafening this time.

I doubt he would even know what to do if it were the reverse. Finally, my favourite part. I absorbed his life force. He moaned and groaned enjoying the sex but I was getting drunk on his life force. That was my meal and the only thing that kept me alive. Of course he didn’t last up to a minute but I already got what I wanted. I arrange myself and blow him a kiss. “Would I see you again?” He asks, pulling up his briefs but I don’t reply me, instead stepping out of his dream and the dream realms totally. Usually, I’ll need more life force but he was really young so it was enough for now.

Anyone could lose themselves in eyes like his. Alexei broke our kiss and trailed his lips down my neck and across my collarbone. He teased around my breasts. I gasped as he began to lick me with his raw tongue. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my fingers dug into his scalp. His hot, ragged breaths grazed my chest. Being here with the ruler of Bastorin, the enemy of my father, felt surreal. The thought flashed through me like lightning: equal parts fear and fascination. What was I doing?

I followed his line of sight and my eyes ended up on Selene, I looked back at him but he had looked away. The same thing continued for a while. His eyes would constantly stray from what was happening to look at Selene who was not paying any attention. “If your eyes stray one more time, I will have to take them off.” I flipped through the documents I had prepared as I spoke. “W - what do you mean, Alpha Xander?” The Alpha asked me. I raised my head and glared straight at his beta who lowered his head, the tip of his ears tinged pink. “Not only have you set out to swindle me, but you have also brought this idiot who does not know not to stare at another man’s woman. Are you seriously looking down on us? Do you think we will not retaliate?”

Lightning flashed, illuminating the hard lines of his face for a split second—sharp jaw, dark eyes locked on me like I was prey that had suddenly become interesting. He stripped the rest of the robe away. Then his shirt. The sight of his bare chest—broad, scarred, powerful, made my breath catch. Werewolf Alpha. Built to dominate. Derek hooked my legs over his arms, spreading me open. His fingers traced down my stomach, lower, finding me already wet. He made a low, satisfied sound. “Soaking for me. That’s new too.” Two thick fingers pushed inside without warning, curling deep. I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the moan that tried to escape. He noticed. Of course he did.

There was no way she's going to survive this without passing out. "Y-You can't touch me." she told him. "You won't touch me. I know it." Chaol buried his head upon her soft neck, tugging her pale skin with his sharp teeth. "You think so?" Asty felt his warm breath against her, and his sinful lips slowly trailing kisses against her cold neck. She shut her eyes, hoping that everything was all a dream. Chaol always wanted to smother himself with her sweet scent. He always wanted to run his fingers upon her pale skin and see her struggle underneath him.