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Her heavy tits pressed against mine, nipples rubbing together with every thrust. We were fully scissoring now with our legs intertwined, pussies grinding wetly, clits sliding and bumping with every roll of her hips. The wet, filthy sounds of our cunts rubbing together filled the quiet library. I reached down and spread my pussy lips wider so my clit could grind harder against hers. “Yes— just like that,” I whimpered, meeting her thrusts. “Grind your wet pussy on mine, Miss Kimberly. I’m so close…”

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she repeated, irritation in her voice. I shot her a look sharp, "It's a book, Grace. Not a bloody sword." "Yet, you’re reading it like a child who stole sweets and doesn’t want to get caught." "Better than you, who probably can’t even read this," I snapped, flipping the page. "It’s sylunthys, not wolf-lore. I wonder how you're going even help when there's a language barrier. You're the last person to ask for help from"

Hello everyone, I hope you are enjoying Grace and Eli's journey so far. There is a lot more in store for them still to come! My new book, For the Love of a Guardian, went live today. This book will tell Clint and Lily's story. It starts as a prequel when they are 17/18 years old, but will go through the time frame of the first two books (Broken Warrior and Guardian Angel).

The silver sliver of moonlight streaming through the window seemed to taunt me with its calm beauty, so at odds with the storm brewing within my mind. "Elara Windrider," I whispered, the name carrying both hope and dread. My fingers trailed over the spines of aged leather-bound books that lined the shelves, filled with lore and secrets of our kind-knowledge that may soon prove vital, should Elara choose to grace us with her presence.

The ink rain had lightened to a fine mist under the library‑skyline, smearing into soft punctuation when it landed on spines. We walked forward. Books lined every shelf. No shiny covers. Just bindings in shades of gray and muted color, each stamped with a single title and a tiny line of metadata beneath in smaller script. DRACULA CASTLE CYCLE RANGE: 271–303 AUTHOR IMPACT: VARIABLE GAME CITY CYCLE RANGE: 300–303 ENTERTAINMENT INDEX: HIGH / DAMAGE: EXTREME “This is… so much worse than my high school library,” Jax muttered. “And that place already smelled like despair.”

“Draven’s father despised anything non-shifter, so you won’t find much about witches here. But the elders might have hidden a few things away, if they ever kept such records.” I thanked her and turned toward the Moon Goddess section. Most of the titles looked more like moral guides than history or myth, but two leather-bound volumes caught my eye. They had more wear on their spines, as though they’d been read and reread, and their titles hinted at a broader scope. ‘Moon’s Blessings and Shadows,’ and ‘Forgotten Paths of the Goddess’. Tucking them under my arm, I headed for the door, taking one last look around at the quiet library. It wasn’t much, but I had a feeling these books were the best

“That’s what these faeries do. They want people to follow their orders, their rules, their say-so, but when it’s their turn, they hide behind some guy they tricked into servitude.” The dogs calmed, and Beki barked at them to move aside. A heartbeat later, the nearest one bowed its head and stepped backward to reveal a gap in the bookshelves. “Thank you,” I said and meant every word. Griff and I walked side by side through the space between the dogs, whose bodies drifted over us like the morning fog. They weren’t Hellhounds. Hellhounds were hot and smelled of brimstone. These creatures seemed to be made of something much colder than smoke.

Not only that, but they can simultaneously cast two spells and weave them together, including the effects. Finishing that chapter, I flip back to the first chapter and start reading the book from front to back. It was very interesting. Lycan magic is similar to werewolf magic, but, unlike werewolves, lycans are able to cast spells like witches. I become so absorbed with reading that I stop paying attention to my surroundings. Which is why, when a hand taps me on the shoulder I jump sky high. "I'm sorry for startling you," a voice says from behind me. I gently shut the book I was reading and set it down on the desk.

A gasp of shock escaped me as the flames retracted and I could have a better look at the Bloody General. ** You can read Alev's book (The Golden Dragon's Surrogate) for f.ree on Kindl.e unlimited. For more information, join my group: T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire