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That's why she slumped and smiled a lot; it put the people around her at ease, but she purposefully stood now, looking towards her omega. "I go down for my breakfast and check my phone, and some pack member texts me some pictures of you whoring yourself last night," Alex practically shouts using his Alpha voice, getting out his phone to shove a picture in Ashly's face of a fitch. It was from last night. Ashly stood pinned between two hot, tall guys, and it's showing like they are kissing her, which is actually not possible. The guy behind Ashly had his hands on Ashly's upper arms, pulling her shoulders tight to the guy's chest as he kissed the side of Ashly's neck. The guy in front of her wa

Vivienne was stunned; she never expected that the photos would be revealed in this situation, and that Asher would find out about them. Each photo depicted scenes of intense passion, with angelic-looking young boy as the main subjects. However, most of them were partially naked, their faces filled with desire, their postures provocative, and their heightened lust evident to anyone who looked at the photos. Some of the photos even showed other people's hands touching the young boys' bodies, leaving them completely exposed. Asher's body froze, and he looked down at the photos scattered at his feet, his pupils constricting. His face turned pale, and he stood there like an ice sculpture, motionl

"Then call them." They called that evening, from the cottage, the fire lit again and Aria posted discreetly somewhere on the hillside above them. Eve sat just out of frame at first, giving him the moment, and watched his whole face change the instant the connection resolved — two faces on the screen, older than she'd have guessed, weathered by a year in hiding but unmistakably, gratefully alive. "Alessandro." His mother's voice cracked on the name, and Alex made a sound Eve had never once heard out of him, not as Alex, not as Valentino — something raw and boyish and entirely undefended.

It was definitely getting harder and harder to walk away from this girl. Just as I stepped through the front door of my apartment, my phone beeper with a new message. I opened it instantly, knowing it would be a goodnight text from Ashley. When I opened it, I gasped. It was a picture message. My hands were trembling as I looked at it. She’d taken a picture of herself, literally just of her chest, no shirt, just a black lacy bra. I stared at the photo, taking in every detail of it. Her breasts were incredible, and I was rock hard again at the sight of it. She’d written a message underneath.

"I did good." I look up and see Ashlynn smirking, her arms crossed over her chest. I blatantly check her out. She's wearing a pair of jean shorts and a light green tank top tucked into them, paired with a white belt and white high top shoes. "You look great," I tell her. She giggles as she does a spin. "And your ass looks great." "You and your weird fetish," she teases as I grab her hand. "I don't have a fetish," I deny as I walk down the hall. "I just admire the good view."

She looked young and innocent. Ash had never wanted a woman more in his life. "Bane, out!" he snarled, pointing at the door to that led to the rest of the house from the laundry room, where they had come in through the garage. Bane bounded off, tongue hanging out. Ash slammed the laundry room door shut and turned to Anya who still sat sprawled out on the floor. Ash reached back and yanked his shirt off, baring his muscular tattooed chest to her. She licked her lips and looked up at him with sultry, questioning eyes glowing blue through the heavy makeup that seemed to be her signature.

~Alaya No one knows how to answer my question, it seems, as it knocks them all into silence. "Fine," I mutter, folding my arms across my chest defiantly. "I want to speak to Alpha Asher." It is Death who stands, striding over to stand beside Aspen. She's the strangest looking female I have ever seen in my life. Her eyes are like a haze of smoke rippling up the side of a mountain. It curls around her pupils vividly, stealing my ability to see any sense of emotion she gives me. It's mystical. It's daunting.

I feel my orgasm building back up and he doesn't stop until I have fallen completely over the edge and I feel myself shaking uncontrollably. Asher stands up and is watching me while licking his lips clean. He unbuttons his pants and drops his boxer briefs and pants to the ground. It's like having my very own strip tease and I like it. I lick my lips at the sight of him. I figured as an alpha he would be big and I was not disappointed by the fact that my assumption was correct. He took two steps towards me palming himself while walking and I enjoyed watching him as he did so. "Lie back." He whispered. If it hadn't been for my wolf hearing I never would have heard him.

“Go in there and pack up. Leave right now. I have another chef who’ll do a better job than this rubbish you’ve done.” Ashley’s jaw tightened as she watched Nonna kneel, begging. But behind Quinn’s calm expression something dark flickered. Ashley Knowles wasn’t always this calm, she’d been called sassy and rude for a reason back in Desert MC.

She got on the pole like Mystique had been brought for, giving them her most seductive dance piece, and it didn’t take long; the taunts soon faded as they got lost in her movements, admiring her surprising agility. You see, Barbara may be plus-sized, but no one could deny her sexiness. Not even Morcetti… or his cruel friends. Eventually, he waved his friends out of the suite, wanting her all to himself. The vile men groaned and chuckled, “Try not to get crushed, old man.” Laughter echoed behind them as they filed out into the hall, their crude jokes trailing in their wake until the heavy door clicked shut. And then they were all alone. Barbara remained by the pole, her supple breasts rising