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Row 7, seat 14: Mara Ellis. Twenty-one, junior English major, dark hair in a loose braid over one shoulder, oversized gray hoodie, black leggings, and battered Doc Martens. She sat with her legs crossed at the ankle, notebook open but mostly blank except for a few doodled vines curling around the margins. Her pulse had been racing since she walked in twenty minutes earlier. Directly beneath her desk, hidden by the solid wooden modesty panel and the angle of the tiered seating, was Sage Navarro.

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"Oh my gosh, you guys! You cannot believe how worried I was! Are you all okay? The New Catholics didn't hurt you, did they? And people say they have some weird rituals there, like one that can split your soul in two? You guys are okay, aren't you?" Rose twisted around her seat to see the bubbly beautiful girl that just entered the restaurant, and was now attached to her fiance's arm. Without meaning to, she raised an eyebrow at them. Jericho noticed it, gently shrugging off Crescent's hold, his mouth twitching in amusement. "Rose, meet Crescent. CeeCee as we like to call her," Jericho said, clearly enjoying Rose’s reaction. Crescent didn't seem to mind, turning her attention to Rose, "Hello!

At least far more interesting than the story I heard yesterday at the antique auction, is this one, I thought. I became uneasy when he described how two werewolves broke their fated mate promise and unleashed a terrible calamity. The narrative was too visceral and realistic. Every time I hear the story, it seems to tighten my heart, so I don't want to listen to it anymore. It felt odd, as though I had also lived through the same narrative. She continued, "And it all began with the Grimoire." "Grimoire?" I asked, intrigued. This Grimoire seemed to be at the center of all the odd occurrences.

“Solana, Illac, and Foire have been notified of your little detour in humanity's border. Didn’t I tell you to stop it already?” said Nerissa. She is Solana’s little necromancer, usually, werewolves never trust a necromancer, they can be as a trickster as a fox or as sly as a vampire.

The deeper the forbidden lore, the harder the pleasure. The tentacles responded to her growing pleasure by becoming more creative. One thick appendage swelled inside her womb, pulsing and expanding like the fruit of knowledge. Another formed a ridged cock that fucked her ass while smaller tendrils vibrated against her g-spot from both sides. Delicate flowering suckers bloomed across her breasts, her throat, the insides of her thighs, drinking every drop of sweat and slick she offered. Rowan came endlessly. Her orgasms fed the library in waves. Every climax made new books bloom on the shelves. Golden light spread across the entire Athenaeum as the ancient collection claimed its eternal archiv

She leaned back, hands braced on his chest, moaning softly and deliberately as she worked her pussy along his length. It wasn’t the raw, angry, hate-fueled fucking she had with Jax. This was teasing. Almost loving. Deliberately sensual, like she was savoring every second just to torment the man watching from the shadows. “God, you feel so good,” Nova moaned, riding him steadily, her voice dripping with pleasure. “Fill me up, baby.” The guy groaned beneath her, gripping her hips and thrusting up gently. Nova continued the slow, luxurious ride, her ass rippling, pussy taking him deep again and again.