Choices Immortal Desires Book 3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I spent the entire day in a state of barely controlled agitation. The memory of Elena’s thighs around my head, the taste of her on my tongue, and the way she had ordered me to come inside her against the training fence refused to leave my mind. My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, torn between the urge to hunt her down and claim her the way an alpha should and the darker, more dangerous desire to see what she would do to me next. By the time the sun dipped below the treeline, I had already made my decision. I would go to her room. I would obey. And I would find out exactly how far Elena Vale intended to push me.

The whole day after Mom announced her trip, I was a mess. Every time I looked at Alexander, my body reacted against my will. My pussy would throb, remembering how his fingers felt inside me the night before. I kept scolding myself in my head. *This is so wrong. He’s married to your mother. He’s your stepfather. What kind of daughter are you becoming?* But no matter how much I tried to fight it, the ache between my legs only got worse. I still really wanted to see him but I couldn't as Mom stayed over. I'm starting to crave him and he hasn't even fucked me yet. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. He's twice my age and married to my mother.... But it sure feels so fucking good. I want mor

“So that’s where I’ve seen her. She’s not Alia’s replacement?” “What? Of course not." I want him. I fucking crave him. So much it hurts. So I lift my head and capture his lips in a punishing kiss. I thrust my tongue inside his mouth and tasted the metallic blood. I taste the desperation. The aching lust. I fuck his mouth as hard as he fucked me over. The constant fear of falling apart vanishes when he gives back as ferociously as he takes, robbing my breath. The constant pain that I breathe day in and day out crumbles and caves like it does every time Nicholas touches me.

Abruptly, I hand the phone back to Gilly. “You see? He looks almost like an alpha. Goddess, when can I meet this alpha? I love him already!” She hugs herself, looking at the sky. “Hm, he does.” I hide my face, refusing to let her see me blush. Thinking about Quinn and Rio is like me crossing a dangerous line. I have to stop. “Tell me, isn't he hot?” Gilly is ignorant of the war going on inside me. A war of desire. A forbidden one.

in the dark. She tried to move on. Went on dates. Let men take her home. But their touches felt wrong—too gentle, too clumsy, too singular. Nothing compared to being claimed by three at once, nothing matched the way they’d made her feel wanted, filthy, perfect. The passion had been incandescent—filthy, consuming, everything. But it was never love. It was hunger. And hunger eventually starves. She sat alone in her room one night—windows open to the summer air, phone silent on the nightstand.

“No? Then why do you tremble every time I touch you, little wolf?” I did tremble, but not from fear. From need. From desire! I felt a passion burning within me like the hot desert sun. He grabbed my ass and my body jerked, my heart racing. Sweat rolled down my face. “I don’t want this,” I whispered, even as I leaned into him. “You don’t want me?” he growled, turning me around and pressing my back to the wall, the stone biting into my skin. “Or you don’t want to admit that you do?”

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

But a man made you have an orgasm. That was the mate bond. I messed up. Something I will never lose control over again. I reach for a third book; the same genre. Fourth, same. Why does an alpha have so many romance novels when he can’t give love? Rolling my eyes, I take a walk. A little exercise in a big space isn’t harmful. My head nods as I take mental note of the fine paintings on the wall; my finger brushes through the chairs as I count them one after another. Over forty-two.

"To use however I want." Something shifts in me. The drug is wearing off, but the need remains. I look at the three of them, Soren's calculated ownership, Cassiel's cold control, Evren's brutal passion. And I realize this is what I want. This is what I've been craving all along. "Yes," I whisper, meeting Soren's gaze. "Yours." He smiles, a genuine smile this time. "Good girl." The others watch as he helps me up, his touch almost gentle. "Let's get you cleaned up. We have a month to explore just how depraved you can be."

The place where the real business happens, away from charity galas and public appearances, where men like Gerald Cole make the decisions that built empires on other people’s bones. I’m one step closer. One step closer to justice for Mario. One step closer to taking back everything Gerald stole and burying him under the weight of it. Raven’s mouth finds my arm. Then my chest. Her tongue brushes across my nipple, and every thought in my head scatters instantly. “Angel.” “Mm?” “If you keep doing that with that mouth of yours,” I say, my voice low, “you’re going to be crying by morning. Because I won’t stop.”