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I groaned. She hugged me so tight I could hardly breathe, then finally loosened her grip. “I thought I’d lost you again. I can’t bear it. This is just torture,” she cried. Then she turned her face upward and screamed with raw fury. “I hate you!” At the top of the dune, Artemis sat like some twisted queen of the desert, soaking in our pain like it was sunlight. She smiled, cruel and unbothered. “It’s so thrilling, I can’t stop,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock delight. “Yes, please don’t stop now — this is such a grand finale.”

She sees me walk in and tries to pull away, but Foster’s got a stronghold on the back of her head. “Don’t worry about my friend, honey. Just keep that throat open like the good girl you are. What’s up, man? Oh, fuck, that’s right, honey. Your throat was made for my cock!” he moans as he punches his hips forward with more force. If this were any other day, I’d get hard just watching before taking a turn with the girl. We don’t have that luxury now. “Artemis escaped when Cole stepped away to take a piss. Finish quick, we are heading to Red Mountain Pack sooner than we planned,” I bark.

Artemis growled in a low tone. “Let me see it.” He mumbled, snatching the sheet, and watched his treasure. Caroline tried to hide it with her hand, but that damn to her small hand and big breast, she couldn’t even hide it with her hand. Grabbing both her hands, Artemis pushed him away and looked at his treasure. Her mountains were begging his attention, and he wanted to get sucked. “Artemis!!” She moaned when he captured her nipple in his mouth. *

"Be on the look out everybody we don't know what to expect" I said as I lead the way up the steps that lead to the front door. I went to knock and noticed it was cracked open slightly causing me to squint my eyes at it for a moment before deciding to open it. As I pushed the door open I stared in horror and amazement as Artemis forced the Alpha in front of her to drink a strange liquid. My eyes scanned his body and about bulged out of my head when I noticed his manhood was missing.

How childish of her. The scene plays out perfectly just as I imagined. While Artemis rushes to the finish line, the human bitch drowns for a few minutes until I’, satisfied that she’s suffered enough in the water. Unexpectedly though, Artemis stops, looking behind and realizing along with everyone else that she’s gone under. I know my mate, the game is more important than anything to him, especially wining, so of course, he wouldn’t risk it - even if it means the human would remain under for just a few more seconds.

’ Marcus grinded his teeth. Too many people talking at the same time, too many problems to fix. I likely had bodies under the rumble. I knew General Storm was on his way. I meant what I said Artemis wasn’t going any where. I gripped her to my chest and opened the portal above us. I held my wings in and shot into the sky. *** ‘Is it even safe here?’ Artemis lingered outside the door. I sighed, ‘Is the high and mighty Artemis afraid? Can’t take care of yourself anymore?’

Arlo Donovan, the billionaire whose name was synonymous with power and ruthlessness, and whose world was as far from hers as possible. Lune stood there, soaking wet and shivering, watching the car disappear down the road. She had no idea that this fleeting, infuriating encounter was the beginning of something much larger than either of them could have anticipated . Lune pushed open the door to her small apartment, still shaken from the encounter with Arlo. The rain had soaked through her clothes, and she was chilled to the bone. She set her keys on the counter, intending to take a hot shower and forget the stress of the day. As she removed her damp coat, she noticed the faint scent of her mo

They beat the international coalition by four days. Commander Elias Thorne was the man at the helm. He was a veteran of three orbital deployments, a man with ice in his veins, but even he felt the wrongness of the mission as the module descended. As the Artemis lander hovered over the northern pole, the comms link to Houston was eerily quiet. The crack was massive, far wider than the telescopic imagery had suggested. From low orbit, it looked like a scar on the face of a corpse.