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Strong hands caught me instantly. “Careful.” My heart jumped. Damon. His eyes were darker now. He’d been drinking. “Dance with me,” he said. Before I could protest, he pulled me closer, his hand settling on my waist. Too intimate. “Why are you doing this?” I asked. “I saw that kiss.” “It was a game.” “I know your secret, Zara.” My world stopped. “What?” “That video from your old school.” "The one you transferred to for senior year."

The chat was already exploding with tips before the stream even officially began. The Blackthorns went first again. Damian and Kai took her together on the central platform — Damian in her pussy, Kai in her ass — while the cameras captured every explicit detail. Sophia moaned loudly, looking straight into the lens as they fucked her mercilessly. “Tell them how much you love enemy cock,” Damian growled, choking her lightly. “I love it,” Sophia gasped, shame and lust twisting her voice. “I love Blackthorn cock ruining my Kane holes…”

of sexiness at this time of day, so early in the morning, my eyes couldn't handle it. He laughed heartily, "It's an eight pack angel, and please, you totally loved them. Can't you see the love bites you made on my body?" He said teasingly, voice light and full of happiness, so different from last night. Where he sounded all desperate, sad and depressed. "How many?" I asked groaning. He paused, "Twenty? Fifteen? More or less?" I groaned like a gorilla. "How many you have on me?" I could felt his snicker even though I can't see him, "Twenty-five." With his 'I totally won' voice. I slapped his torso, "Pervert." Regretting it as my hand turned red and distressed. "Said the girl who was

The hooded, amorous hitman? “No way!” I hissed, slapping a hand to my forehead as I remembered the dude I’d run into. Hey, creepy stranger. You got a little white stuff. Right here. It had been paint I’d seen on him. White spray paint. And hadn’t I caught mists of red and black on his hands when he’d given me my cheese? “Whoa,” I breathed. Black Crimson had not picked up my grandma’s package of apology cheese for me, had he?

He nodded his head, and we stood there waiting for his uncle. [...] An hour passed and Jared's uncle showed up. He was quite a mature man, and serious. With a white beard and blue eyes. With some pictures of the site, he managed to get to where we were. "So what happened? Explain to me, I'm starting to imagine things." "Well, someone gave me some kind of aphrodisiac, and I was a little restless that day." "Don't tell me, did you rape this girl?" "No, she's an Omega, so she was affected by that and ended up giving me oral sex. Someone videotaped us and is trying to blackmail us."

Thick, veiny, and so damn black, a beautiful, terrifying contrast against his hand. The head was already leaking, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. It was bigger than my husband’s. Bigger than any I’d ever seen. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. I wrapped my hand around him, my fingers not even meeting. I stroked his hard, veiny length, spreading the slickness from his tip. “Fuck, yes,” Damon hissed, his head falling back. “Just like that, baby. Stroke my big black cock.”

Ronan didn’t deny it. “They didn’t just suppress your wolf,” he said quietly. “They suppressed you. Your memories. Your instincts. Your sense of belonging.” I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. “Who?” I asked. Ronan hesitated. “Say it.” “It was authorized by the Alpha Council,” he said. “But carried out by one pack.” My stomach dropped. “Which one?” He met my gaze. “Blackthorn.” The world tilted. “You’re lying,” I said faintly.

His voice is deep and squeaky, and I feel it vibrate from my chest down my back. My eyes dart from Hannah to Kadmon, who nods reassuringly, and then to Hasker, who is holding the needle and cork. I sigh as I realize I have to go through with this. "Okay," I say, "let's fucking do this." I grab my thong and spread my legs, exposing every inch of my tender, sensitive skin. Hasker nods approvingly. "Boy" is all he says to Kadmon. The younger Alpha reaches down and pulls the fur off my hood, pulling it taut. Hasker, meanwhile, positions himself with the needle on one side of my skin fold and the cork on the other.

As his Mate, I knew all the passwords. My fingers flew across the keyboard, downloading years of secrets onto a ghost drive. Financial records, transaction histories, blackmail files... All the proof of the Blackwood Pack's illegal activities. Including the wire transfer he used to threaten Magnus. It was all here. Once the file transfer was complete, I walked over to the sleeping Baton. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating his face. He was once my entire world. I gently unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the mate mark on his chest.

That's where I pulled the blindfold off, "Birthday girl, you really need to see all this...being fucked by two big cocks...Anton's using your mouth...and Isiah's stretching the fuck out of your pussy and he's on the screen...double-teaming some hot babe! You really gotta see all this!" She looked up at me with those sexy gray eyes, and watched the big, veiny black dildo take her mouth. On the screen, the two studs were spit roasting this girl, and Isiah moaned, "Look at her take all this big, black cock...both ends...fucccckkkkkkk...she's a trooper...and tight...god damn she's tight!"