Novel & Cerita Choices Immortal Desires Book 3

Before Alpha Carl could reply, Ethel swept her hair to one side of her neck, revealing the other side of her neck to Alpha Carl's sight. He had badly wanted to fuck a woman while she read a book out to him. A hot spicy book would be perfect for it. He wanted to hear the woman's voice faltering as she tried to read the book to him while he buried his dick inside of her. He wanted to hear her words disappearing into a moan. But even till now, his fantasy remained a fantasy as no woman could focus on even a word after he took hold of her but then maybe that was because he was never gentle with the women he had in his bed.

“For some reason, I seem to care about you.” My body tingled as his palm grazed my cheek. He was so close to me that his strong scent filled my nose. It was simply intoxicating. My heart pounded against my ribcage and my breath became ragged. It didn’t feel right that I was getting so close to the person that I had contracted to kill my husband. But my body didn’t seem to care about that. Just his touch was enough to send desire coursing through me like a raging river. I didn’t bother trying to fight the longing I felt because I knew it was a losing battle. I wanted him. My body craved him like it had been starving for a long time. I trembled as he continued caressing my cheek, staring direc

Lucian whispered, trailing his finger over her face. Finally, Lucian left the room. The book sat on the desk, its dark cover gleaming ominously. He could feel its pull, the promise of power and throne. But one thing rang in his mind, he had to find her, and for the first time, Lucian felt a glimmer of light. But the battle was far from over. The shadows within him stirred, restless and insistent, opposing him from making a stupid step again.

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.

Soon, my brain stopped giving me danger signals as I slowly gave in to lust. "I longed for you for so long. I want to be one with you," She said and grabbed my stick. "Ah!" Before I knew it, I moaned from the pleasure I felt at the moment she touched my Arsh junior. I looked down and realized I had no clothes over my body. I was as naked as a red butted monkey. My body never felt so heated before. It was giving in to the carnal desires without my consent. Heck! It had my consent.

I wanted to look to my left and find Victor. I wanted my dada back and everything I had lost to come back to me. For one selfish moment, I wished the universe would stop taking things from me and give something back. “I wish wishes actually came true,” I muttered. The moment the words left my mouth, something changed. My blood began moving faster. I opened my eyes. The familiar fire started beneath my skin. I slowly sat upright… this is it… maybe my wishes will be full filled this time around. “Oh, come on.”

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.

The heat of his desire colliding with hers undoes her resolve, piece by piece. He's the only man she's ever loved, the only man who occupies her thoughts every night and day, the one whose forbidden desire she couldn't resist. “ My prince.” His name rolled out of her tongue almost like a whisper. Fear crept in where desire bloomed. Her lashes fluttered as she mustered all her strength to push away from him. Her pulse races, the lingering feeling of his hand and lips left a prickle against her skin. “ What's wrong?” He asked, amidst his ragged breath.

The line stretched between them—thin, trembling, and ready to break. And then— Daniel’s lips hovered at her throat, so close she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And in that fragile, breathless moment, everything inside her leaned toward him—her body, her pulse, and her hunger—knowing full well that once desire becomes action, nothing remains the same. Nothing.

He might resent himself, blame his illness, and think she had been forced into the arms of a cold-hearted billionaire like Damon because of him. Once the call ended, Ivy returned to the bedroom. Sliding under the blanket, she nestled close to Damon, wrapping her arms around him. Within moments, her worries faded as she drifted into sleep in his embrace. THE NEXT DAY LEAH'S APARTMENT The small apartment smelled of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke. Empty bottles littered the coffee table, and Daniel sat there in a wrinkled shirt, nursing a half empty glass of cheap whiskey even though it was barely afternoon. His mother, Mercy, sat beside him, gossiping loudly about Leah and rolling her eyes