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Tasha's back arches, her chest thrust forward, inviting me to explore further. As I fondle and caress her breasts, Tasha's moans intensify. Her nails gently scrape my scalp, sending shivers down my spine. I tease her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, and she gasps, her eyes fluttering closed. In this moment, our connection is electric. Tasha's body responds to every touch, every kiss. I feast on her beauty, my senses overwhelmed by the sensation of her skin against mine. Tasha's voice whispers my name, a gentle plea for more. I oblige, deepening our connection, lost in the haze of desire.

I told her. “So,” she was panting as I was continuing kissing her, “I was reading this one novel,” I groaned and kissed her lips in the hopes of shutting her up about her webnovels, “and in this world, males are the only ones who can shift.” “Sounds like a shit book,” I murmured and continued to kiss down her neck and to her breasts. “It’s,” her breath catched in her throat, “actually quite well done.” “Mmm,” I hummed as I continued to distract her while working my way down.

After walking for a long time, they finally arrived in front of Yaksha’s two-story, national-type burgundy villa. Right then, Yaksha was sitting in front of the main entrance reading a medical book. From afar, he seemed unusually tall, thin, and pallid. It was painful to look at. When Yaksha saw the two of them walking over, he instantly stood up and put the medical book down on his rosewood, national-style chair. When Xyla Quest and Yaksha’s eyes met, Xyla instantly smiled awkwardly. She then looked at Stanley Batton’s perfect jawline. “Put me down…”

I’ve never met this person, but I feel like he might protect me if someone from Tobias’ pack comes after me. “I’m Zach,” he says, offering out his hand. “I’m Sasha,” I reply. Our eyes meet as we shake hands and I wonder if he can feel the spark too. There’s something there in the warmth of his hands, the softness of his fingertips. There’s a strange connection between us that I’ve never felt with anyone else before. “It’s nice to meet you,” he says, taking his hand back. As he does so, it feels like something is missing. “It’s nice to meet you too,” I say.

After opening the door, I quickly placed the tray with food on his desk near his bed. I was trying to walk away quietly, but then I noticed him lying on his bed without wearing any top. He's half-naked! "Tenshi?" I drawback when he suddenly talked. Who the hell is Tenshi? "Tenshi!" He shouted with joy and then ran towards me and grabbed my body that made me stumble down to the floor. "Just do it!" "Stop! Please!" Some disgusting memories flashed to my mind. I can feel the beating of my heart getting faster and faster. I feel shivers in my skin. The fear of being touched by men keeps on lingering in my mind.

I’m petrified in place by her scent and her presence. I expect her to run, and she does. But not away from me. Instead, Chiara drops everything from her arms, rushes towards me, and places her hands on my chest. . . . Touching a pool of my poisonous blood.

“He should just hurry up and get here so we can fall in love already.” Jessica laughed, warmth spreading through her chest. “How are you so sure it’s a he? And that they’re an Alpha or Beta?” “My wolf knows. I’m a Beta, but with more of an Omega side than an Alpha trait,” Tasha insisted, stubborn as she always was. “Trust me, it’s one of those two. I don’t really care which one.” She turned around, stepping backwards, and gave Jessica a cocky smile. “And, what about you? Does little Jessica need a big Alpha to look after her?” She winked, only making the implication of the question more lecherous.

Goosebumps appeared on her skin when Christian cornered her on the wall, right under the showerhead. Mishka licked her dried lips as Christian closed the distance between them and bent his head to capture her lips. He turned on the shower, and the cold water hit their skin. Mishka clutched his arms while Christian explored every inch of her mouth with his tongue. He slowly opened the button of her white shirt and Mishka took a sharp breath when Christian kneaded her breast.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENES. IF YOU ARE NOT OVER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM READING THIS CHAPTER. I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOUR COLLABORATION AND SUPPORT. ********* Tyler's POV "Hey, boss. . .she's downstairs waiting. What do you want me to do? You want to call it off or-" Chester brings me out of my trance as I walk to and fro in the living room of my room. I was really nervous, but her smell was driving me crazy. I could smell her from way up here, and the more her smell of vanilla and wildflowers lingers in the air, the more my wolf Asher gets impatient.

“Shifter wolves have a stronger sense of smell, but humans don't. Colognes are necessary to leave a good impression in the city.” “And you clearly forgot this isn’t the human city,” Khaisha mutters as I take the cloth and press it to my nose to shield it from the heavy cologne. “I won’t ask again. Why are you here?” Rhys’s green eyes soften significantly as he looks at her. His hand rises, rubbing his jaw line. “I didn’t think I needed permission to come into my own house.” “Our house!” Khaisha hisses, stepping up to him. I stand frozen, watching the invisible sparks fly between them. The history here is so loud it practically screams. Whatever happened between them in the past, it clearly n