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His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, but the moment his thick cock pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke, pleasure overrode the ache.

Damien growled at the sight of what he was doing to his boss, he hated to admit it but having him curled in a ball, taking his brick…. He growled, pushing faster. “I can't get enough of you” Ryan's eyes remained heavy but his lips spread in a wild smile while some hair hugged his forehead. “Look at you, insatiable I guess” he hissed out, his neck falling forward. Damien's body rippled with musles and he groaned out, raw and dark. A clap of thunder echoed, lightening striking just a few seconds after, illuminating his face further. “You belong here” he groaned, swallowing quickly.

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

“It’s not like there are rules anymore. We’ve literally murdered the undead. What’s a little end-of-days d—” Marcus cut him off with a kiss. It was deep, hungry, and tasted of the protein bar they had earlier. Jesse made a surprised little grunt that turned into a moan as Marcus’s hand gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss. Jesse bit his lip when they broke apart. “Wow. That wasn't… a ‘no.’” Marcus shoved him onto his back and straddled his hips. “You talk too much.” “You love it,” Jesse gasped as Marcus tugged off his shirt, revealing a scarred, muscular chest.

Cum was leaking out around his shaft. He kissed me slowly and deeply, then whispered against my lips. “You did so good, baby… So fucking perfect.” Arik didn’t pull out. He stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still hard and twitching even after he came. He looked down at me with dark eyes and smirked. “We’re not done yet, baby.” Before I could say anything, he flipped me over onto my stomach like I weighed nothing. He pulled my hips up so my ass was in the air and pushed my face down into the pillow.

My lips were parted, my breathing ragged, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm…showing him without saying a single word just how much I had been dripping for him all this time. Harlan’s stormy gray eyes stayed fixed on me, dark and intense. His jaw tightened, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob slowly as he swallowed hard. For a moment he didn’t move, just stood there taking in the sight of me; flushed, dripping, and still on Blake’s cock. Then, without a single word he dropped a file on Blake's table, then he turned and left, closing the door quietly behind him. I stayed there, heart racing, a satisfied little smile tugging at my lips as Blake's cum continued to leak down my thigh

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

And just when I thought I could give it a try, I realized his size had occupied my throat so his cum started pulling out of my mouth and slipping through the little opening left between the sides of my lips. Then he let out a loud guttural groan and finally released my hair, his chest rising and falling heavily as he came down from it. For a moment, all that was left in the room was the sound of his breathing—slowly, and gradually settling. I gently pulled away from him but I didn't unwrap my hands yet. I held him firmly even as his cock slowly softened up in my hands. Then I began to place gentle kisses all over his cock while he glanced at me from the corner of his eyes.

A constant throb that makes me squeeze my legs together just to ease it a fraction. Mara, the pack’s healer, came to my room last night as promised. She gave me herbs to dull the heat, cool cloths, and soft words about patience. But her eyes held pity. “First heats are brutal for latents,” she said. “Especially when there’s a mate involved.” She didn’t say his name, but we both knew. I shower long and cold, trying to wash away his scent that still clings to my skin—pine, musk, raw male. It doesn’t help. When I close my eyes, I feel his mouth on mine, his fingers stroking me, stopping just before I fell apart.

In one smooth motion he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist automatically. He turned and pressed my back against the wall hard enough to knock a picture frame crooked. The new position put the hard ridge of his erection right against the place where I needed friction most and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down against him. “Fuck,” Nathan groaned against my mouth, and the raw need in his voice sent another wave of heat through me. His hips thrust up to meet mine and the friction made stars burst behind my closed eyelids. We were still fully clothed but it felt so good I thought I might actually come just from this, just from grinding against him like teenagers.