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Or how his body felt against mine. I shook my head again. “Bad, Wakely.” I snorted at scolding myself like a dog. I quickly showered and threw on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. It was too early to get ready for the party, but I could go for some coffee. I grabbed the only fiction book that I had on my shelf. It was a paranormal romance that I have read at least a hundred times. The cover was well worn, and for some reason, it gave me comfort.

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

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This whole dimension is built to guard the coin, not intruders. Standing, I turn around. The wolf sits in the grass looking at me and Alec. There's something intelligent about its eyes, and I want to speak to it again. "Hello." I take a tentative step forward. The wolf's fur seems to ripple, and its limbs twist and shift. I gasp and stop walking as the animal transforms into a human. And not just any human. It's Damon. "Hello," he says.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

Wendy Another library. Another dead end. So far, anyway. "Nothing." I close the book louder than I mean to, and a woman at the next table over glares at me. I make an apologetic face and shrink into myself. "Same here." Alec pushes his book away. The local library on the third island isn't much bigger than a house, and the number of books on local lore amounts to what can hardly be called a stack. "Maybe this is pointless," I mumble. "Igor spent decades searching for the coin. What makes us think we can find it in a few days?"

He said shamelessly. “God! What has gotten into you?” I asked in genuine worry. “You have.” He answered with a chuckle. “Okay, let me be serious. Werewolves don’t read minds; we can only converse with Pack members through our mind-links and also read emotions. Just as I am reading yours now, Anna.” “Really? What’s it telling you?” I asked in fear. “Simple. That you are in love with me,” he said with a confident look on his face that almost made me doubt what the fearful beating in my heart was for.

My body shook at the hammering assault of my completion, fabricating my body into a messy writhing wildcat, hungry for him, and instead of stopping, he plowed it all back inside with a feral growl, his hands squeezing my globes, and I knew what he wanted — to cast aside all the inhibitions in me to which my body surrendered — and I squirted around his raging length as he prodded deeply my body spasmed, unable to control the pleasurable assault. "kitten-oh! You're getting impossibly tighter." He growled. After coming down from my high, with his length still buried deep inside me, he brought my legs to rest over his legs. Chest heaving, eyes dark with desire, he hovered over me and nuzzled my

Walking past the small coffee table in my living room, I see the book I am busy reading. ‘Finding the Alpha’ The dame books. I am now dreaming of strange things!!! Cowboys, red eyes, what else will my brain think of? I loved my paranormal books, I could live in places that were myths with no reality, living out stories and dreaming of what it would be like to be one of them. I should maybe think of a good one-night stand and get rid of this frustration. NO, NO, I will not feel love again. It is just a myth like in my books and what will I gain? A good night of sex and then back to reality where love means nothing?