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I licked my lower lip and looked at him seductively. He gripped my hair and then claimed my lips. I felt him biting my lips over and over again, to the point that I can now feel the taste of metal in my mouth. His mouth fell on my chest, and he sucked it both like a lion, so angry at his prey. His eyes are burning, and I anticipated all of his touches, even if they were harsh and rough. All the more I want it. He had just finished on my chest when he pulled me into his body and then claimed my lips again. A moan escaped from my mouth when he lifted me up and slapped my butt five times.

This time, the burn was more intense, more deliberate, and her body arched involuntarily, a low moan escaping her lips. But she didn’t recoil. She didn’t flee. She accepted it. Accepted me. I ran my fingers along the hardening wax, feeling the delicate ridge beneath my touch. She was marked. She was claimed. Every drop, every burn was another part of her that belonged to me. And with each searing sensation, I could feel her slipping further, deeper into the abyss where only I could pull her out. She wasn’t just in pain. She was in ecstasy. “Do you know what this means?” I asked, my voice low, teasing.

His lips traced fire down my spine, leaving searing kisses until he reached the swell of my ass. He bit into my left cheek, the sting merging with pleasure as his finger slipped inside me and his tongue teased mercilessly between my front and back openings. The sensations overloaded me. Sparks ignited everywhere—foreign, consuming, impossible to resist. My body trembled, building too fast, too hard, until he flicked the tip of his tongue in and out and I shattered. He didn’t give me time to recover before he eased himself into my dripping sheath, stretching me open while his other hand pressed boldly into forbidden territory.

With one hand on her breast and the other guiding himself, he pressed into her—slow, insistent, unrelenting. Her sleeping body seemed to instinctively tighten around him, a slow, deep stretch that resonated through her core. She gasped—the sound sharp and raw, her eyes fluttering beneath closed lids. Her walls clenched around him, and he moaned as he pushed deeper. The heat enveloped him, a liquid fire that gripped him tight. Every inch deeper was a slow burn, an exquisite friction that made him groan. He bent to kiss her, tongue slipping between her parted lips. When his tongue slipped between her lips, she tasted like something pure and untouched, like sun-warmed honey. She tasted like som

He brought her to the edge again and again, only to pull back at the last moment, leaving her teetering on the precipice. "Spencer, please," she sobbed, her voice broken. "I can't take it anymore. Please, I need you inside me." Spencer took mercy on her and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and it only served to ramp up her arousal. He reached down, guiding himself to her entrance. With a slow thrust, he buried himself inside her. They both moaned at the exquisite sensation, their bodies trembling with the effort to hold still, to savor the moment.

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.

I gasped sharply as the thick dildo stretched my virgin asshole, the burning ring of muscle protesting hard around the fat shaft. “Fuck… it burns so much,” I whimpered, but I didn’t pull it out. Instead, I pushed back harder, forcing more of the veiny toy deeper into my ass. “That’s my dirty girl,” HotFantasy88 growled through the speaker. “Now bounce on it. I want to see that tight little asshole swallowing every inch. Don’t you dare stop.”

Anger and strong attraction collided hard inside her. “You always look so calm on the sideline like nothing touches you,” Sloane shot back, leaning closer. “But you followed me into that tunnel. You kissed me back. You wanted my mouth on you just as bad as I needed it.” The argument heated up quickly. Words flew between them like sparks. Sloane accused Tatum of being reckless. Tatum fired back about Sloane starting the whole mess with that first shove against the wall. Their voices rose but so did the desire. Sloane’s hand brushed Tatum’s thigh and lingered. The touch sent electricity through both of them. Fear from the viral photo only made the pull stronger.

The slaves gasped at my endurance, and I refused to lower the other knee. "Princess Miatta, isn't it? I have heard a lot about you and your legendary stubbornness, but alas, even your pride and your coward of an Alpha could not save your pack from our own hands. I promise to break you until you learn to respect your betters, until you will voluntarily kiss my feet whenever I am in your presence. "Never!" I swore, and I raised my head to meet her eyes. You may beat me up, torture me, but you can never break my spirit. I am a proud daughter of the household of the Black Fur Pack, and neither you nor your alpha can teach me any manners. "

ALPHA LIAM’S POV The way she moaned while kissing me back hungrily intensified my arousal. Her hips were bucking toward me, which meant she wanted me more than anything at that point, she wanted me inside her. While I wanted to hold myself back and push her off because this was highly forbidden, my wolf wouldn’t let me.