Benzino Neck

Riya Rolfe thinks that stories about werewolves and Lycans are just old wives tales so she gets a huge and unexpected shocker when she wakes up as a werewolf and finds herself in a world where werewolves like her are the property of Lycans to do with as they wish and she has to compete for the affections of the Lycan Prince. “What are you wearing?” He said, drawing so close that the smell of cedarwood and the sea filled my senses as he fingered the necklace which’s pendant disappeared into the hollow between my breasts while I struggled to pretend like I was not moved by his actions. “It was a gift.” I said straightening up and staring brazenly into his eyes which glowed dangerously and he growled and snapped the necklace off my neck in one fluid move. “You belong to me, only I can adorn you with jewelry and my touch.”

"I bet you slipped those fingers between your thighs and made yourself come thinking of my fangs inside that neck, didn't you sunce moje?" *** They are the gods of hockey in my school. Men forged to conquer the world both on and off the ice. But I know who they really are beneath those helmets. They are the men who had my sister fall for them blindly. The men who promised her the world once the went pro. Then they killed her and now all the gloves are off. Going after my dead twin sister's boyfriends was never supposed to be easy but when I get in too deep with them, enough to like the way they live off my scent, I start to think I never signed up for this. I never signed up to be shackled to...real monsters let alone wear their numbers on my back.

“Let's make a deal.” He said, his fingers tracing down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “I'll help you get revenge, but on one condition.” “W–what?” I stuttered, blush creeping in as he smirked. “Your soul.” He whispered, his eyes glowing eerily under the moonlight. “It's mine.” **** Being rejected by her mate in front of everyone, on the night of her anniversary, Anna thought the worst had come, but she was wrong. So very wrong. That same night, he had introduced his wife, the official Luna to the pack, and that was the final snap. Without a second thought, she had fled only to meet her mate. Everyone thought she was crazy, but what they didn't know was that a few years later, she would return. With a thirst for revenge and a son. Their goal? Claim the pack.

She was beaten to death by her biological mother and sister. Her husbands watch her bleed with evil eyes and curled lips. Betrayed by her husband, her family, she was killed brutally. But it was not her fate. The next minute, her eyes opened; she was reborn four years before when everything started at the age of 20. She swore to take revenge She had two choices first: to fall into her mother's trap and marry the cruel man or find someone who could support her and help her vengeance these people. She already made her choice. "I will be a devoted wife marry me, please." Crystal said with her scared eyes. The man squeezes his hand more on her neck, choking the life out of her. "Tell me, Who send you to my bed ?" "No..no one" "Liar!!"

One day while walking home from her , innocent beauty Rosaliyah Thomas finds a wounded young man bleeding and hiding from his enemy. When Rosa tries to save his life, the handsome pale eyes Adonis with a body to die for bit her neck and fed on her blood. Next thing she knows, Rosa’s been kidnapped from her broken home and is on a private jet with that man heading to the Carpathian Mountain. He introduces himself as Armand Makkari and it turns out that she had save the life of a vampire prince. Not to mention he wants her to become his bride? Warning: Obsessive blood vampire royalty who will do everything and anything to claim his lady love in every sense of the word. Contain strong language and 18 rated scene. Read at your own discretion #Updatestarton03/12/2020

I returned home after studying abroad for three years, only to find that my brother’s girlfriend had brought her entire family to live in my mansion. The moment they saw me, they pinned me against the floor. "How dare you! Call him your sweetheart, spend his money, and now you're here to take my mansion? " When I saw the girlfriend’s crazed antics, I was shocked. “Who did you say owns the mansion?” “It’s my boyfriend’s, but it’ll be mine sooner or later. It has nothing to do with you.” With her parents, she yanked off the ancient pendant on my neck and crushed my heirloom bracelet. They even tied up my limbs, put me on the table, and positioned me in a humiliating pose to post online. Her brother pinned my legs down and reached under my shirt…

"Mine." I heard as I felt two sharp fangs biting my neck. I didn't know that at that moment, I was CLAIMED by the ALPHA of DARKNESS. --- They called me cursed. They bullied me. Spat on me. Blamed me for every misfortune. Until one night, they killed my family and threw me into the cave that reeked of death. I thought I was alone. I thought I would die in the dark. But something was already there—watching, waiting, hungry. When my blood spilled, he came out of the shadows. His fangs sank deep into my neck, and with a voice that made my soul tremble, he whispered one word. “Mine.” Years later, I tried to escape my past. But at the university, three Alphas appeared. And the King of Alphas—the untouchable Campus King—looked at me with the same hunger. Because he was the monster in the darkness. And I was never meant to be free.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

“My body aches to taste you,” Alpha Dante growled against his Luna’s neck, his breath hot and ragged as it brushed over her skin. “Mmhmmm… Then take a bite,” Stormy whispered, trembling as Alpha Dante’s fangs grazed her skin. ****** When the moon rises, desire takes over, and lust turns into something far more dangerous. The Orgy of Desire: Werewolf Erotica Collection is a wild collection of stories where pleasure knows no bounds, pulsing with lust, power, and surrender. Within its pages, raw hunger, overwhelming sensations, and forbidden cravings ignite between Werewolves and mortals, mates and rivals, predators and prey. Each story smolders with primal tension, where dominance melts into submission and every touch burns with ecstasy and damnation, leaving you trembling, wet, and desperate for more. Alphas crave Omegas. Omegas ache for Alphas. Betas burn for ecstasy.

"Don't deny it. You want it." Killian said to me, stroking the nape of my neck with his thumb. His face is so close to mine and I forgot to breathe. I gasped when he pushed my dress higher, revealing my thighs to him and let his hands rest between my thighs. I tilted my head to the side to avoid his lustful gaze, penetrating deep into my soul. "Your body craves it." He said, firing kisses down my neck till his lips touched my hard, naked nipples. That sent shivers down my spine. My body erupted with goosebumps and I exhaled sharply. I want to speak, but I can't. He has that much effect on me. His tongue played with my nipples and I mewled. That felt so good. "You want me as much as I want you." He whispered with his lips pressed on my skin. I shouldn't be doing this. I know I should stay away from this man but how can I when he invades my thoughts daily? When he's the only one my body wants. It's frustrating because no matter how hard I try, I can't say no to him. And I am this close to making the worst mistake of my life. I swallowed, trying to fathom the words out.His fingers brushed my core and I jerked forward, pressing my body on his. "I don't want you." "You're lying." He said, playing with the strap of my thong with a lazy finger. My eyes rolled back in my socket with pleasure. I am lying but he's making it so hard. "We shouldn't be doing this, Killian." Killian? Do I really have the right to call him that? "Give me one reason why and I won't touch you." "Because you're my best friend's Fiance."