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How could he? “Ooh, you are here?” I am brought back to my senses by the galling, bitchy voice of Tarah. I snap at them. She is gawking at me and looking exactly like I anticipated—clinging to Rey’s arm as if she knows what being affectionate means. Fucked-up whore! She is even trying the assuasive shit with her protracted witchy stick-ons, which is not working at all, or Rayis is just acting coldly to cloak his ignominy from me. The nettlesome way in which she is licking her shapeless, shiny red lips as if their distasteful kiss lasted forever threatens to suck my lungs out!

A few seconds later, the bathroom door she didn't even know was there opened and steam poured out. Barasa walked out with a towel wrapped round his waist. Water dripped down his chiseled chest and down his toned legs. He held a towel in his hands that he used to dry his hair, acting like he didn't see her while she stared intensely at him. Tari felt her middle getting watery. She bit her lips and clamped her thighs together, preventing herself from the embarrassment of her arousal rolling down her thigh. She looked away in embarrassment. Tari could swear she saw a smirk on his lips. Like, the fuck — did he just smile?

Her nipples poke through the thin material of her yellow t-shirt, unhindered by a bra to keep them in check. She catches my lingering stare and moves my hand that holds her wrist up to her bosom. ‘I’m so sorry Beta Silas. I just wanted to catch your attention.’ She bites her bottom lip seductively and smiles at me. My cock rises in my trousers, I can still appreciate a good-looking girl. I have needs like every other man. ‘You have my attention Tara. What would you like to do with it now.’ I unzip my trousers let them fall to my feet. My cock springs free from the confines of my boxer shorts as I pull them down enough to release the beast. ‘Oh my!’ Tara looks down at my dick and her cockines

My stomach tightens before Serin even looks. The glow is faint. Easy to miss if the room were brighter. It sits beneath her skin, lower than the scar, soft and pale like banked light under ash. Serin’s expression shifts. There it is. The answer I’m going to hate. “It’s not gone,” he says. “It’s changed.” “Changed how?” I ask. He looks at Lira instead of me. That makes me want to put my fist through the wall. “It’s no longer a leash,” he says.

“Kimani.” “Oh, come on.” I leaned across the table, trying to find his best angle. “You’re always so stiff, like some marble statue. Let me humanize you a little. Smile. Or at least… blink.” I snapped a photo right as he exhaled through his nose, the faintest twitch of annoyance crossing his face. I gasped dramatically at the screen. “Would you look at that? Alaric Walker: 0.5% human detected.” One corner of his mouth threatened to betray him—just the tiniest tilt, almost a smirk.

His hand hovered directly over a pair of steel tweezers, his broad shoulders going completely rigid under his green scrubs. He slowly let out a heavy breath. He picked up the tool and placed it neatly in the tray before he spoke. "She has enough men," Tarek said flatly. Sera let out a short, dry laugh. She didn't look away from his face for a single second. "That's not a no," Sera said directly. "That's just an excuse. Rylan and Korr are intense, sure, and the hybrid kid follows her like a shadow. But that doesn't mean your feelings aren't real, Tarek. You're hiding."

"Why are you staring at him, Kira?" I turned to Sera and laughed softly. "Is it obvious? Is it too much?" She glared at me. "It’s so obvious. Sticky stare that seems like undressing him. Gross." I simultaneously ate a lot of rice straight away. Sticky stare? I was just inspecting him in that condition but they think that it’s a sticky stare? Oh, maybe that's what makes him really angry! Maybe he's feeling ... I'm harassing him with my stares. That's against his feminine side!

Sera slowly comes to herself as the two take one another in. "Do you feel different?" Barima asks. "I feel as I have every since I well..." She trails off guiltily. "You though. You look different! Do I?" I look over Barima and she does look different. The two slowly rise from the circle and I see that Barima's body has filled out, her face lively and bright. Her aura is different. Sera is still the same captivating, voluptuous Seraphine that had drawn me in from the get go. Sera drags her from the room to the mirror in the hall.

she spoke each word slowly SILENCE..... Tazz looked at her with an expression of disbelief in his eyes, then suddenly , just like that, he broke into a loud laughter, leaving Mahira further stupefied. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lighted it with his lighter then took a long drag, after puffing out a couple of times quietly, he looked at her, her eyes were wide open and glaring at him, eyebrows pulled together and lips pursed, she awaited his reply

He put the food in front of Al-Wareen and said to her with an order: Eat this food at once. sera said to him sarcastically: You are such a sweet kidnapper that you bring me food so that I can eat. He smiled, he also appears sarcastically as he looks at her and dragged the tray of food in front of him and said to her: Well, as you wish, there is no food then. sera looked at him defiantly in his eyes and said to him: Not as if I needed your food. Come on, take it, I don't care at all if I ate or not.