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My own moans filled the room, loud and desperate. "Oh god... Mr. Blackwood... it is too much..." "Turn that off," I snapped, my voice shaking. My heart slammed against my ribs as the video continued to play. Blood drained from my face. If that footage got out, everything I had worked for would be destroyed. He smiled that dangerous smile. "Performance review time. Look closer." He scrolled down a document on the screen. My contract. There it was in the fine print I had never bothered to read fully. A breeding clause. Some twisted legal bullshit about loyalty and future commitments.

18+ Explicit Content BILLIE And then it was a blur. I beg them to use me like a toy and they do. I couldn’t tell who was where, because my eyes were shut tight in ecstasy, and it’s just like my initiation when I was blindfolded, only this time I’m sure there’s more than one werewolf taking me. Each time one comes, he’s replaced by another between my legs, and he takes me right over the edge. I come so many times, I lose count.

It reminded me of the beautiful snow filled fields of Euretya. “Elven Snow Gin, your favorite. Now stop contorting your face like that and enjoy yourself, brother. There are so many pretty girls here and you are seventeen. For god’s sake, act like a teenage boy,” Blaine said with a deep sigh, as he took a gulp of the drink in his hand, which he wasn’t supposed to have.

Earth groaned. "God!!! You are unbelievable...will you be reasonable at all for once?" The eighteen-year-old boy saw people giving him odd looks as they passed by but he didn't bother with them. He was already used to those looks. His problem right now was the ghost. He didn't know why he was been given the cold shoulder.

I finally made the decision and took Saturday off, lied to Ace about feeling ill, and caught a bus to the address Alaric had given me. I had to walk three blocks from the bus stop to Weston’s Boxing Club. Several people stood outside, smoking cigarettes as their loud voice carried throughout the dark night. I watched them carefully as I approached. I had taken better care of my appearance tonight, styling my hair, applying make-up, and dressing in my best jeans and tank top. I didn’t even know if I would see Alaric or talk to him. I had never been to a boxing match before. I showed my ID at the door. Apparently, you had to be eighteen or over to gain admittance. There was also a small cover

Brie stood with her tiny hands on her hips, glaring at them with all the seriousness her little body could manage. Neo, meanwhile, stood nearby with an amused, affectionate smile, clearly entertained by his sister’s dramatic protest. Ethan and Belle broke into soft laughter, still inches apart. "No kith kithh!" Ethan raised a brow, amused. “Is this part of the bliss you were talking about?” Belle only laughed harder, unable to respond as their daughter continued her very stern protest. ****😘 E N D 😘****

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Chapter 8: Fractures in the Foundation The summer Mara turned sixteen felt like the last exhale of a long-held breath. The cabin upstate had become their sanctuary, a place where the city’s pulse faded to a distant thrum and the only sounds were loons calling across the lake and wind moving through white pine. Luca, thirteen now, spent his days on the dock with a fishing rod and a sketchbook, drawing impossible machines that might one day fly or dive or disappear entirely. Mara read novels in the hammock until dusk, then disappeared into her room to practice monologues for the fall school play. Veronica watched them from the porch swing with a cup of chamomile that had gone cold, marveling a

My lips were parted, my breathing ragged, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm…showing him without saying a single word just how much I had been dripping for him all this time. Harlan’s stormy gray eyes stayed fixed on me, dark and intense. His jaw tightened, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob slowly as he swallowed hard. For a moment he didn’t move, just stood there taking in the sight of me; flushed, dripping, and still on Blake’s cock. Then, without a single word he dropped a file on Blake's table, then he turned and left, closing the door quietly behind him. I stayed there, heart racing, a satisfied little smile tugging at my lips as Blake's cum continued to leak down my thigh

Cilyna protested adamantly, crossing her arms over her chest. "You will have time to think on things. Chloe said it'll be after they find their mates so you have at least thirteen more years. Wolves don't find their mates until they're eighteen." Kaynon tried to calm her nerves, knowing no mother wants her children to go into battle. "I do not care how long it will be before the prophesy starts to unfold, my kids will not be part of it! End of story, end of discussion!" Cilyna said with finality.