Brahms Heelshire X Reader Romane & Geschichten

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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I wanted to know everything but didn’t want to condemn my friend. “No that was a normal one, he vanished straight after” “Can I ask what do you do at the wilder parties…I’m not going to think bad of you.” “Deep down Helena, I’m an old school romantic, I’m not going to start screwing some naked girl on a table in front of a load of other men, just not my scene I’m afraid” “I think I might be sick” Bram’s character was even lower than I expected. The grim revelations made me feel unsteady on my feet.

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he whispered. Aislen knelt between Heath’s knees and teased her fingers up the sensitive inner thighs, watching his c-ck bob and knowing that his attention was focused entirely upon her. Rhett’s hair fell over his face as he leaned over, taking heath’s c-ck in his hand as he put on the c-ck ring. Aislen watched fascinated. “F-k, that’s sexy.”

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

"I like what I'm hearing! I've always liked people with your kind of ambition!" He strode to the liquor cabinet, poured two glasses of whiskey, and handed one to me. "I'm in for this deal, but I want more than profit. I want a good show. I'll bring you over to the underground auction happening in three days, not as a commodity, but as my companion." … Three days later, the underground auction took place as planned. Papa, Mamma, Carlo, and Silvia—who was in a wheelchair since she still hadn't recovered—arrived early. They sat in the suite on the second floor, waiting for that expectant moment.

**Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depiction of sexual abuse that may be upsetting for some readers.** SAMALAH: My eyes did not deceive me… It really was her! That b*tch in a red and black off-shoulder dress, it really was Dahlia Hurst! “Hah, and he said he was coming here alone… How pathetic,” I muttered in bitterness despite myself.

Is this romantic, or am I touch deprived? Someone clears their throat, and we look at the corner of the room. The shaken nurse still stands there, clutching the paperwork. Her eyes dart between Nero and me as if she's trying to find some hidden answer where there is none. Then, she sucks in a sharp breath and blurts out the words I barely catch on, given how fast she says them. "He's an omega."