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Black blood. “You feel that?” I hissed, my hips grinding down. “That’s reality. That’s me. Your fucking mate. Say my name.” He roared, a sound caught between wolf and void. His hands found my hips, gripping me hard enough to bruise. He tried to flip me, to dominate, to lose himself in the beast. I grabbed his throat, squeezing. “Say. My. Name.” “Lucy…” It was torn out of him, a scrap of his soul.

His eyes darkened, finally meeting hers, the teasing dominance she remembered flickering to life. Lena moved closer, her body brushing his, the scent of her perfume mingling with his cologne. She leaned in, her lips hovering near his ear and traced the shell of his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, slow, wet, teasing. Then she pressed her mouth to his neck, kissing the pulse point there, sucking lightly as her hand continued to palm his now fully erect cock.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

I didn’t wait for what would come next. I had turned and bolted, my feet barely touching the marble floor as I ran to my room, locking the door like that would somehow keep him and my feelings for him out. The silence in the room was deafening with reality of the truth and my foolish actions, sinking in. Sasha Romanov. He is the pakhan of the Russian Bratva....such a dangerous man to be with. My gut told me that there was something dangerous about him but this is another level of dangerous....

Ashleigh “I, Ethan Blackwood, reject you, Ashleigh Summers, as my mate.” It was him. Ethan Blackwood. Alpha’s son. The guy I’d been stupidly crushing on since I was twelve. The whole pack knew this The words hit like a knife to my chest. I stared at him. “What?” He didn’t flinch. He just crossed his arms, jaw tight. “You heard me. I reject you.” My mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “You’re kidding. Right? This was some messed-up birthday prank. Ha ha. Hilarious. You got me.”

Standalone Novels Passions Rising: A Forbidden Vampiric Love Story Poor Unfortunate Wolf Ebony’s Pack: Fated to the Ranger Wolves (Continuation to Poor Unfortunate Wolf) Wolves at the Lycan’s Door The Rogue & the Rose Other Fantasy Novels: Blue Moon Bed & Breakfast A Bear’s Mirrored Romance Stay tuned for new novels soon.

Though they were still beautiful, there's something about them that makes your blood run cold at first glance, something that makes them look dark and ominous. Dark magic and plotting evil does that to a werewolf. ‎ ‎Anita laughter carries across the battlefield, cruel and melodic. “Is this the mighty army of the Lycan Kingdom?” she called out, her voice echoing unnaturally. “How disappointing. How pathetic. I came here to enjoy a show! This cannot be it!” ‎ ‎The soldiers stiffen. Even the rogues fall silent, bowing their heads as she passes. ‎ ‎My blood goes cold. ‎

This Chapter is R-18. Friendly reminder, this book is dark romance but it’ll get better and again, this a work of fiction. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Lianna Black~ Suddenly, my senses were fully awake from his notion. I gulped hard; I was still sore from the orgasms he gave me on Santa Barbara and on the jet. From my observation before, I knew Ace was dominant, that he craves control in everything he does. It isn’t a wonder that he also loves to dominate the bedroom.

Damian groaned low in his throat, his large hands gripping her waist before sliding lower, his fingers digging into the plush swell of her ass. He pulled her flush against him, his erection pressing against her through the thin fabric of her lingerie. She gasped, grinding against him, her nails dragging down his chest as he dipped his head and latched onto the exposed skin of her neck. “Damian,” she breathed, arching as his mouth traveled lower. His other hand slid up, slipping beneath the delicate silk, his fingers skimming the bare heat between her thighs. A slow, teasing stroke. Serena whimpered. —