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Damian claimed my mouth in rough thrusts down my throat, balls on my chin as drool dribbled down my neck. “Choke on it! While my brother stretches that greedy cunt,” he hissed. The sick fantasies intensified. Sick visions of being sandwiched between twins with their identical cocks as they played with me. It was so fucking wrong, but the taboo made my pussy flood so hot I came in the next second. First from Dorian’s deep strokes hitting my womb. Then another as Damian’s cock bulged my throat. My body convulsed, an addiction to this raw use. There was a flicker of guilt for Mia but it was quickly overwhelmed by the way the men touched me. Damian dominating me and Dorian worshiping me.

She could not stop the reddening of her cheeks. “Come. ” Alfonso said, pulling her to their room. He sat her on the table before he tugged her robe open. He groaned at the sight of her breast. They were so full and lush when he rolled her nipples she moaned. Her sound making him harder. “You are so fucking hot. ” Alfonso groaned before he crashed his lips against hers. Her hand continued to massage him through his jeans and soon she was unbuttoning his pants. Alfonso let her as she continued to knead her breast. His mouth connecting with her nipple. Chanel began stroking him up and down. She was too horny at this point.

Chapter 9: Black Backbreaker The hallway throbs, a pulsing chamber of raw sensation. Her moans, broken and blissful beneath his kiss, are a symphony of surrender that fuels his relentless drive. He feels her body arching against him, her hips grinding, a desperate, unbidden response to his every thrust. Her legs, wrapped tight around his waist, pull him deeper, locking him in, an anchor to her unravelling. Her mouth, hot and pliant beneath his, accepts his demanding kiss, swallowing his urgency, silencing her fading protests. The wet slap of their skin against the wall, the rhythmic thwack of flesh on flesh, is a drumbeat to their descent into primal ecstasy.

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There were just too many nutcases out today. As she approached the back of the sheriff's department, she noticed Gavin Covington slipping out the back door, his slender frame straight as a gentle wind tousled his already unruly light brown hair. Gavin was an interesting individual, human, but deeply entrenched in the paranormal community having been adopted when he was barely five years old by Farren Covington, alpha of the major wolf pack in Draven Falls. Lainie always assumed he was a deputy because the Paranormal Council needed a connection at the sheriff's department. Of course, that wasn't the only oddity about Gavin. He was also part of a triad with Drey Hawkins and Caitlin Carver. Lai

At least, not yet. He pulled into his drive, pushing the garage door opener as he did. The garage was empty. It would be an interesting night. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ When Faith arrived, she found Selby in the fireplace room with a mug of Earl Grey and a Terry Brooks' novel. He stretched out lengthwise, feet aimed at the cold hearth, ankles crisscrossed. He closed the book, using his index finger as a bookmark and smiled up at her as she entered the room.

"But I don't believe that about you. You're not a being of darkness, Mr. Blackthorn. You're the light that found me when I was drowning in shadows. You're the one who saved me, who loved me when no one else did." Her plea was earnest, desperate for him to understand. "I truly don't mind what you are. Human, demon, angel, or something in between. It doesn't matter to me. All that matters is that you're mine and I'm yours." A low growl rumbled from Zavian's chest, vibrating through her body where they touched. His eyes flashed with that otherworldly glow, the blue deepening to something almost electric. "Never call me a being of darkness again!" he rasped, rough with emotion. "I'm not damned,

Nyra saw it happen before Sebastian moved—the precise second restraint broke. Sebastian lunged. Gunfire exploded instantly. Viktor moved aside behind a pillar. Shots shattered stained glass. Nyra fired toward the right side, catching movement—two hidden men. So there were more. Of course. The chapel erupted into chaos. Stone chipped under bullets. Candles fell. One attacker rushed from behind the altar; Nyra dropped him before he reached Sebastian. Another shot cracked near her shoulder. Too close. Sebastian turned at once, firing past her toward the balcony.

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed