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When he turned that glare on me, the heat in his eyes made me swallow. “She is my mate and I don’t share.” Cahir pulled me closer to him, half-lifting me into his thighs, his long and calloused fingers resting on my inner thigh. Kade growled which made Cahir sigh. “Shut up, you stupid mutt.” Boredom tinged his deep baritone. “Cahir –“ “What can you give me in exchange for a healer?” My breath caught in my throat as he threw out that comment without batting a lash.

Chapter 13 Wife *** Content Warning: This chapter is not suitable for very young readers. Read at your own risk. *** POV: Shea Vestine - Thorne Shea bit her lower lip as she felt the tension in her stomach down to her core. She clenched her jaw as her hands turned into balled fists – disheveling the sheets on the bed where she was lying. “Ahh!” She moaned in desire as she felt Denver’s tongue inserted in her wet core – steel but pleasurable. She wanted to stop him as she felt the embarrassment that was succumbing her, but the pleasure was just too much that she just couldn’t stop him.

Hi guys, please do read my new book 'FORCED TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MY BESTFRIEND'S UNCLE' A sneak peak of the story.…. Xavier kissed Sierra deeply while thrusting inside her, wet heat, faster and harder. Her light blue eyes, which almost looked grey are dilated while her cherry red lips are parted. Her black body con dress is pooled around her waist while her heels dug into his back. Her hair is a mess, and she looked like she was ravished thoroughly. Her neck is red because of his bite mark which he left there intentionally.

“But right now, the gallery is fully booked. If you had brought this to me a week ago, I would have agreed without hesitation.” A lump formed in my throat. A week ago? If only I had known. If only I had acted faster, moved quicker, been one step ahead instead of drowning in my own hesitation. Delaware exhaled, leaning back slightly as if trying to soften the blow. “At the moment, Hillman has booked a three-week convention to showcase the missing pieces of Hilther—treasures from the ancient times. We’re swamped, Darla.” Hillman. Of course.

Just as we neared the cab, I heard the mansion door slam shut, the sound echoing ominously. I stopped in my tracks, sensing Ellis flinch beside me. I already knew who it was. Steeling myself, I turned around. There he stood—a wounded man. Not physically, though. His casual clothes were fine, and while he was upset, there were no visible injuries. But I could see it—the pain, the inner turmoil. He was bleeding internally, emotionally. His anguish was palpable, and it explained the oppressive sadness surrounding this place. Alexandria whimpered in my mind, recognizing his wolf’s pain. We knew it all too well.

He gentled his touch, drawing out her climax until she was a boneless, trembling heap on the bedsheets. Damien smiled like a predator satisfied with his hunt. "Good girl," he muttered, standing up. He finished undressing her, dragging the remains of her dress away and tossing her bra aside. He shoved his trousers and briefs down in one fluid motion, his erection springing free, thick and veined. Fully naked now, she adjusted herself on the bed, lying back against the pillows. He hovered over her, his dark eyes locked on her b**bs with a focused intensity before he lowered his head and took one peaked nipple into his mouth.

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“Pardon. Have we met? Your face is familiar.” Brynn’s pulse went cold. She turned slowly. The healer was older, perhaps sixty, with the kind of careful patient eyes she had begun to recognize as the eyes of wolves who worked Senna’s network. He was looking at her with mild courteous puzzlement, the sort of look a healer gave a wolf he was trying to place from another keep. “I don’t think so, sir. I’m from the northern roads. Apprentice to Hollis.” “Hollis? That old trader. Ah.” The healer’s puzzlement eased into a polite smile. “I must be confusing you with someone. Forgive me. I see many wolves in this country and the faces blur.” He inclined his head and went on his way into the inn.

Smeared colors transmitted from his irises, the dim circles beneath his eyes making them stand out like strobe lights. "Fuck you," Heather told him very succinctly. Smiling and appearing off spoiled teeth, he swung his arm in reverse, hurling her over the hole in the ground to arrive difficult in front of his posse. Brock tossed his head back and cried. Heather listened the break of breaking bones and the sodden, slushy sound of muscle tissue tearing and secured her ears and closed her eyes. Twisting herself into a ball, she remained like that until another yell lease the discuss, taken after by uproarious growls and the snapping of his teeth.

Please. “You need to get them off, and my shoes... If this is happening, then I want them off.” Lea frowns at me from her position, lifting her head enough to see me over her knees, and I can see how badly she is clutching at the leg of a nearby chair. Squeezing the shit out of the chrome, I thank my stars it’s not my hand. She could crush every bone in my dainty little digits if she had a grip on me instead.