Breath Fire

"You shouldn’t be here." Lila’s voice trembled, betraying the iron resolve she clung to. Cassian smirked, his broad frame blocking the doorway. "And yet, here I am." His gaze lingered on her, dark and hungry. "You didn’t think I’d let you go so easily, did you?" Two years ago, he shattered her heart with a rejection that still stung like a fresh wound. Now, the powerful Alpha stood in her doorway, his scent wrapping around her like a forbidden promise. "You made your choice, Cassian," she said, stepping back, even as her pulse quickened. "I’ve moved on." "Have you?" His voice was low, dangerous, as he closed the distance between them. "Because I haven’t. Every moment without you has been hell." Lila’s breath hitched as his hand brushed her cheek, the touch sparking a fire she thought had long since burned out. "You don’t get to do this," she whispered, though her body betrayed her, leaning into him. "I’ll do whatever it takes to make you mine again," he growled, his lips just a breath away from hers. "Even if I have to fight the entire world you to prove it." But Cassian isn’t the only one after her heart. And this time, Lila refuses to be anyone’s second choice.

Damien’s hands clamped hard around my thighs, spreading me wide, making me feel obscene. His stare pinned me even before his mouth touched me—black fire in one eye, molten red in the other, daring me to resist. My breath snagged. Every part of me ached for him to finally do it, to stop teasing, but he only smirked mischievously. His breath feathered hot against the slick ache between my legs. That was all....just air, just heat and my hips betrayed me, jerking up toward his face before I could stop them. Shame scalded me but his chuckle was darker as if he’d been waiting for me to surrender. “You want my mouth here?” His voice rumbled against my skin, cruel amusement dripping from every word. “Then you’ll beg.” *** I didn’t ask for a new family, and I certainly didn’t expect to meet them..the two dangerous, devastatingly hot biker Alphas my mother married into. They’re rough, possessive, and rule the roads with iron fists. And now, they’ve come home. They barely speak to me. They keep their distance. But their eyes burn. And when the truth unravels—that I’m their destined mate everything shatters. Now I’m caught in a web of forbidden desire, biker wars, and a bond I can’t escape. I was just a girl trying to survive her mother’s reckless choices. Now I’m the obsession of two ruthless Alphas who would burn the world for me. And I’m not sure I want to stop them. This book contains big of mature content, readers discretion is advised

TRIGGER WARNING!!! This is rated 18+. Alpha Parthe is as dark as described. If you are not into dark romance, please, in the name of everything holy... ***Excerpt*** "My breath just made you quiver," He leaned closer so that I could almost taste his breath, "...Then imagine what my tongue would do." "I warned you not to play with fire if you are afraid of flames," He added, his voice hoarse with need. My plump lips parted in response, "I am not afraid to burn for what I love." I had just stirred something in him that had lay dormant all his life. "Then so be it... Princess." *** She was an angel craving chaos. He was a demon craving peace. She knew he was hell, yet she chose to burn with him. It takes a special kind of woman to handle his darkness and tame his demons. Alpha Parthe comes from a bloodline of cursed Alphas, endlessly consumed by the need to track and kill, constantly plagued by the scent of blood. The more they kill, the more they want to kill. It only gets worse on every full moon. No one mated to an Alpha from the Wild Wolf pack ever lived more than two years. And every Alpha from that lineage dies at thirty-three due to the curse. Parthe vowed never to have a mate or a son. But these vows crumble when he meets a girl he considers 'little and insignificant.' The fate of Luxuria, who was set to marry the love of her life, Kahel, takes a drastic turn when she finds out she was mated to this cursed Alpha, whom she dreaded with her life. What happens when his curse gradually seeps into Luxuria, the woman who was meant to be his remedy?

His tongue was still on her when she realized—she’d left the door unlocked. But it was too late now. Her fingers were knotted in his hair, her back arched off the desk, and his name—a name she was never supposed to moan—was already echoing off the office walls. He was older. Dangerous. Married. And he tasted like every bad decision she swore she'd never make again. “You’re playing with fire,” he growled, lips brushing the heat between her thighs. She smiled through the tremble. “Then burn me.Daddy” And just when she shattered—body, breath, soul— The handle turned. And his wife walked in. Step into a world where passion knows no bounds. This book involves explicit sexual content, BDSM, Reverse Harem, public s*x and more. Whether you crave the sweet ache of new love or the exhilarating sting of forbidden passion, one thing is certain. you'll be needing a therapist after this book. REMEMBER TO ADD TO YOUR LIBRARY

ADRIAN'S POV My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged. One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness. I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation. "I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time." Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me. Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t. It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.

Eve Larson, all fire and defiance, is the ransom for her father’s life. When she’s forced into marriage with Dominik Grimaldi, a ruthless mafia don twice her age, he makes his terms clear. Total obedience, unwavering fidelity, and an heir within one year. Trapped in his opulent prison, Eve fights him with every breath, but Dominik is a master of the long game. Her defiance is his ultimate aphrodisiac, and he’s determined to shatter her resistance. He’ll use agonizing denial, strategic pleasure, and ruthless psychological warfare to reprogram her, body and soul. He doesn't just want her submission, he wants her addicted to him. But Dominik didn't just capture a pawn, he caged a queen. As their scorching battle of wills explodes from the bedroom into his vast empire, Eve's hatred sharpens into a weapon. She masters his games, challenges his control, and issues a deadly ultimatum that threatens to burn his world to the ground. The line between hate and obsession blurs into a feral, addictive passion. Will she be the ruin of his empire, or will she rise to rule it by his side?

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

Laura Ravenwood was once a warrior. But then she chose love over power, laying down her blade to become Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. She stood beside Alpha Kieran, not because she was weak, but because she believed in their bond. Until he humiliated her by publicly claiming an Omega concubine and daring to call her barren. Feeling betrayed, she rejected him. She broke the bond and walked away. Now hunted and wounded, she is found by Alpha Lucian Blackwood of the ruthless Bloodfang Pack. But what begins as captivity turns into something deeper—because Laura is no ordinary Luna. Marked by the Primordial Mate Bond, she is destined to connect with four powerful Alphas, each driven by desire, power, and obsession. Lucian, the iron-fisted warlord who can’t stop unraveling in her presence. Dante, the wild-born warrior who would raze kingdoms just to touch her. Nikolai, the rogue with blood on his hands and secrets on his lips. Zephyr, the cursed tactician who only feels sane when she’s near. But her past is not done with her. Her former mate returns—corrupted by dark rituals. What began as a betrayal now threatens the survival of every pack. And the only one who can stop it is the woman they all underestimated. --- “You want fire?” Dante whispered, pressing her back against the tent wall, his breath scorching her neck. His hands gripped her hips, dragging her against his aching d*ck. “Then take it,” she snapped, digging her nails into his shoulders. “Stop treating me like I’ll break.” --- Content Warning: This novel contains mature themes, graphic intimacy, emotional manipulation, dark romance, and supernatural violence. Suitable for 18+ readers only. Expect obsessive Alphas, unapologetic power shifts, and a heroine who chooses fire over forgiveness.

Serene’s heart raced as she stood in Nicholas’s dimly lit study, the scent of leather and whiskey heavy in the air. She’d been dusting the bookshelves when he entered, his presence filling the room like a storm. Now, he stood inches away, his black suit hugging his broad shoulders, his dark mullet framing a gaze that burned with intent. “You missed a spot,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, pointing to a shelf she’d already cleaned. Her cheeks flushed as she turned, the hem of her maid uniform riding up her thighs. “I-I’ll get it, Mr. Volkov,” she stammered, reaching up, but his hand caught her wrist, firm yet gentle. “No,” he said, stepping closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Let me show you.” His fingers slid down her arm, leaving a trail of heat, before guiding her hand to the shelf. His chest pressed against her back, and she gasped at the hardness of his body, the evidence of his arousal unmistakable. “You’re trembling, little maid,” he whispered, his lips brushing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Do I scare you… or do I excite you?” Her breath hitched as his free hand trailed up her thigh, slipping beneath the lace of her uniform. “Mr. Volkov…” she whimpered, but her protest melted into a moan as his fingers found her, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. “ Nicholas,” he corrected, his voice rough with desire, his touch growing bolder, circling her most sensitive spot until her knees buckled. “Say it,” he demanded, nipping her earlobe. “N-Nicholas,” she gasped, her body arching into him, surrendering to the fire he’d ignited. In that moment, the billionaire and his naive maid were bound by a hunger neither could deny.

Marco’s presence was overwhelming, his body heat making it hard to breathe. His dark eyes locked onto mine, making my heart race. “Why do you fight me, Sarah?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I tried to step back, but the counter trapped me. “I won’t be your plaything, Marco.” He smiled, a dangerous, seductive curve of his lips. “Is that so?” He pulled me close, his hand burning through my dress. His lips brushed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “I think you like this more than you admit.” I wanted to resist, but when his mouth claimed mine, I melted into the kiss, my body betraying me. Every touch ignited a fire I couldn’t control. When he pulled back, his eyes were full of desire. “You can’t deny what’s between us, Sarah” Sarah’s simple life turns dark when she catches the eye of dangerous mob boss, Marco De Luca. To settle her father’s debt, Marco forces her into an arranged relationship. Sarah fights to resist his control, but their fiery clashes spark undeniable passion.