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The faster his fingers moved, the deeper he kissed me until I was a whithering mess on his lap, grinding against his hand. My nails were digging into his skin, and I pulled my mouth from his for a minute. He let out a low growl that made my toes curl, and I bit my lip just before kissing him again. I knew the moment he tasted my blood because he pulled my head back by my hair as he glared at me. “Faith,” He warned, and I smirked at him, licking a drop of blood from my lip. Yet as I looked down, even the small taste I gave him was causing the discoloration from the poison to recede.

#ForbiddenHeirs Aiden sat on his balcony, the skyline burning gold and silver. His phone buzzed endlessly—friends, enemies, strangers clawing for a piece of him. He didn’t answer any. He should have hated Dante more than ever. He should have sworn never to touch him again. But all he could taste was the kiss. All he could feel was the fire it lit in him, a fire that wouldn’t go out no matter how he tried to smother it. And he hated himself most of all for wanting more.

Talk about what? Dante stepped toward me, "chill mate." I growled again, my chest vibrating, "I will not chill, talk about what Dante? Your deep fucking love for each other? How amazing it is to fall so quickly? Some other rom-com shit?" Dante just shook his head, "You're acting so fucking paranoid. And so what if we were? Who are you to stop us?" "I am your fucking alpha!" I snarled, flying at him. I flicked my wrist and it became a paw, allowing me to smack Dante across the face, claws digging into his skin so that when I pulled away, my nails dripped blood.

i begged tracing my finger across my bare neck. Spike's eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in, his fangs grazing my skin before sinking into my neck. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent me over the edge. I cried out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. Spike gripped my hips tighter, slowing my movement as he drank from me. He pulled away my blood on his lips, and he stared into my eyes before pulling me into another heated kiss. The taste of my blood on his lips only fueled our passion further.

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡

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**Host’s Introduction** Welcome deeper into the flames... Some marks are permanent in more ways than one. Tonight’s confession belongs to a woman who thought tattoos were just beautiful art on skin. She had no idea they would come alive at night... hungry, possessive, and demanding very carnal payment from her body. This one is dark, supernatural, and deliciously twisted. Here is the confession of “Cursed Ink.” --- **Story 6: Cursed Ink** **Chapter 1**

This chapter is dedicated to Phyllis Hills. My loyal reader. My number one fan. Thank you so much❤️ Chapter 44 Hael Moore. Something wasn't right. Right under my nose, I could smell it. Beneath the layers of my hairy skin, I could sense it. I could taste it at the tip of my tongue– A build-up. Like something was about to happen. Something sinister. Something destructive. Something terrifying. All wrapped in three words– Blood. Death. Sacrifice.

The heartbeat sound got louder each second as my ichor pumped and pulsated through the veins, which linked wraith and handprints etching. I fell on my knees as I writhed in the pain, but my hands didn’t move an inch from the handprint engraving. I couldn't move my hands! The smell of my burnt flesh mixed with the scent of my ichor blood and metal scent of hot iron from the gate spread thickly in the air. My ichor continued to flow into the handprints, each lost drop causing a new harrowing throb of pain to wash over me.

🔞 WARNING ⚠️: Things get steamy in this chapter, Not suitable for younger readers💋 Adult Themes: Love, temptation, and desire take center stage. Continue only if you’re ready to get wet and burn ❤️‍🔥 for your stepbrother🥵 Astrid’s POV