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“Give me everything, little moon. Ruin me.” She laughed—low, filthy, triumphant—and rolled her hips in a slow, grinding circle that dragged my swollen knot against her rim from the inside. The sensation was pure torture; pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. The Devil Alpha—three-hundred-and-fifty-year-old firstborn of Lucifer himself—was getting thoroughly, shamelessly fucked by his Luna.

My orgasm hit like a wave, pussy spasming hard around his thick cock, juices squirting a little as I shook and moaned his name over and over. He didn’t slow down, chasing his own release. “Gonna come deep in this greedy pussy,” he said, voice strained. A few more brutal thrusts and he buried himself fully, cock pulsing as he came hard, hot spurts flooding me. After that, the shoots got even more tangled. We’d fuck passionately almost every night after the cameras clicked, bodies slick and desperate, then go back to work like the sex fueled the art. He’d pose me naked now, capturing the flush on my skin right after he made me come, the dazed look in my eyes when his cum was still leaking down

It's all a recipe for creating obsessed stalker fangirls, and the reason that Alastaire's fans – or Alastaire's Angels, as they call themselves - are particularly aggressive and territorial over him. When it comes to fan numbers though, the most popular band member by far is Fable’s lead singer, Felix. Where Alastaire is sun-kissed and light, Felix is all shadows and mystery – his trademark longish dark brown hair, hazel eyes and vampire-pale skin seem to have half the girls in the world under his spell. The fact that he's rude, arrogant and unnervingly cold doesn't seem to matter to his legions of fans. Some girls like jerks. I'm not one of them. I love Fable, but that doesn't extend to eve

Lucifer seeing his mate like this aroused him even more yet worried at the same time. His eyes now a deep shade of black "Hey Amor Meus! Slow down ugh… fuck." Allistair kissed him roughly now looking at him with so much love and obsession. "Nnghh no! Fuck me more Mi Alfa, own me like there's no tomorrow." Provoked by such words Lucifer followed a brutal face fucking him senselessly and Allistair loosing himself to the pain and ecstasy.

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

“You taste amazing, Bella, so fucking sweet and you’re already soaking my fingers.” He started pumping them in and out at a steady rhythm, curling them up to hit that sensitive spot inside me over and over, and I bucked my hips up to meet him, my juices smearing across his face, dripping down his chin as he kept going. “Push them in deeper, Tony, finger fuck my pussy harder, get it all sloppy and messy for the camera to see.” The chat had turned into a frenzy, tips ringing in nonstop, people typing out demands like ‘Make her squirt!’ and ‘Suck that clit!’ I snuck a quick look at the screen, seeing the feed of us, me twisting under him, his head buried between my thighs, and it shoved me righ

I asked him, scanning his face for some signs of emotion. “That I can’t wait to repeat that,” he said clearly and turned his head to me. “I want to paint you over and over again, until my hand hurts, and my cock is empty. I want to paint you in every position, with every color, and everywhere. I want to see the shadows of pleasure dancing on the canvas as you please yourself, I want to capture the gasp that leaves your lips just before you come, I want to replicate the beauty of your sweet cunt. I want it all, Chiara. I want all of you.” He said in one breath and my heart skipped a beat. My hands started trembling and I took a deep breath. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? Or was m

“I’m just playing the game, Ash. You see, breaking Aria isn’t about shackles or beatings. That’s sloppy, and that’s beneath me. There's a reason why I left that job for you, brother.” The more I called him brother, the more his jaw tightened. That was fascinating. If he didn’t like me calling him that, why not say so? He wouldn’t—because he was fucking pathetic and useless. Look at him, quarrelling with me over an omega bitch that cost me a lot. And it wasn’t just me. Him as well. “Albena is a beautiful disaster waiting to happen. What’s the point of a bond if I can’t twist it into something… more interesting? Besides, now that she is the great white wolf… it makes me want her even more.”

She asked, getting down on the floor, fingering herself. "Forgive me, Alpha. I've been a bad girl. Here..." She widened her honeypot with her fingers, shimmering her wolf eyes at me, as she invited, "Punish my kitty. Stroke it hard until I learn my lesson. I want to be your doll." She gave out another alluring sound, lowering her head back as she fingered herself. "Fuck," I moaned, stroking my cock faster. Missy here might think I'm going crazy over her, but the real truth is that in my eyes, I can only see my Anastasia giving me this show.

He’s wearing a coffee filter as a hat, and someone drew a pirate’s eye patch, scars and a scruffy beard across his face. The guilty party is lying passed out on the floor nearby clutching a sharpie. Exhibit B. Alastaire’s fingers are stained black where they grip the marker. His burnished blonde halo of hair is messed up and lopsided in a way he’d never let it be while awake. He’s lying on his back, smiling that devilish angel’s grin of his, the very picture of rakish, aristocratic charm even in his sleep. Exhibit C.