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“My body aches to taste you,” Alpha Dante growled against his Luna’s neck, his breath hot and ragged as it brushed over her skin. “Mmhmmm… Then take a bite,” Stormy whispered, trembling as Alpha Dante’s fangs grazed her skin. ****** When the moon rises, desire takes over, and lust turns into something far more dangerous. The Orgy of Desire: Werewolf Erotica Collection is a wild collection of stories where pleasure knows no bounds, pulsing with lust, power, and surrender. Within its pages, raw hunger, overwhelming sensations, and forbidden cravings ignite between Werewolves and mortals, mates and rivals, predators and prey. Each story smolders with primal tension, where dominance melts into submission and every touch burns with ecstasy and damnation, leaving you trembling, wet, and desperate for more. Alphas crave Omegas. Omegas ache for Alphas. Betas burn for ecstasy.

She hired a hot stranger to ruin her weddin, now she can’t stop wet dreaming about him. Ramona Martins lived in her father’s bubble. Sheltered, Protected, pampered and untouched by the world. But when her dad arranges a marriage with a man she despises, she finally snaps and makes one reckless decision: to hire a stranger to destroy the wedding. Her naivety lands her in the right place…But with the wrong man, and he didn't mind playing along. Lance Brown is dangerous, seductive, a man who breaks rules and women’s hearts. He ruined her wedding, and they were supposed to part ways. But she didn’t know the force she’d just unleashed… or what it would turn her into. “All she wanted was freedom, but she got handed obsession, danger and him.”

"Hold her down—she’s already trembling for us." "Careful, brother. She’s human. Fragile… but fuck, she’s wet for us already." "Then we’ll break her in together. Slow… until she begs for more." "Yes, fuck me hard..... daddies." I thought I was saving a wounded wolf in the woods. I never expected him to shift into a brutal Alpha prince in exile. And when his brothers arrived—dark, dangerous, and just as magnetic—they all looked at me the same way. Like prey. Like mate. Like theirs. Three Alpha triplets. One fragile human body that isn’t built to handle their hunger. But the bond doesn’t care. Their scent calls to me. Their touch burns me alive. And their claim might ruin me… or set me free. Now the only question is— Can I survive being craved by the Alpha triplets?

I swallow hard, trying to wet my suddenly dry tongue. "I want to do this, sir. I want you to . . ." I trail off, hot in the face, unsure if I should continue. “Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you, Lily." I swallow hard and lean in close to my phone. "I want you to fuck me," I whisper. Lily's life changed when her only family, her brother was hit by a drunk driver and she needed money for hospital bills. With nowhere to go and nothing to sell for fast cash, she opted herself for an auction, to sell the only thing she has. Her virginity. What Lily thought was just one night of passion turned into something more. Is she ready to dive into the world of passion she had never known?

"You are my friend's daughter. I should not be doing this, Meredith." He breathed shakily, but I could feel that he wanted me. His hard member was a glaring testament. I cupped him, suddenly feeling confident as I sat on his legs. "A...anyone could enter the classroom now." Did he just stutter? Did the most confident, intelligent, and wealthy nerd just stutter because of my touch? Earl Sherwood makes me feel hot and wet, but he is my college professor. I try everything I can being an anti-social autistic student to get close to him, and when I think I got a chance, he turns out to be my Dad's friend. Now, he's going to be my private tutor, and I can't wait to see how much I'm going to learn in private.

When her wet dream came true, Christine's already messed up life suddenly turned into hell. Maximo Lombardi, the Billionaire Tycoon, imprisoned her with the accusation of stealing his baby. No matter how much she tried to prove her innocence, Christine found it hard to run away from this paranoid devil. Yet when all her broken past was revealed, Maximo turned to be her only protector. He claimed that he would send all those who had bullied her to the real hell. *** "I never carried your baby!" "I don't care!" He stepped forward, making me flinch. Meeting his fierce eyes, I knew things went worse. "Because you'll carry one for me soon." Maximo claimed domineeringly while his wild kiss fell on my lips.

He was my stepbrother. My rival. My biggest mistake. We swore it would never happen again. But when he moves back in, all grown up and twice as cruel, the rules start to crack. One look, and I’m ruined. One touch, and we’re back where we shouldn’t be. This time, if we fall there’s no pretending it doesn't mean something, especially when I bait him,and he gladly bites into the trap every time. “I'll be the only one to ever fuck you, hurt you, break you, heal you and touch you, if anyone else dares to look at what's mine, I'll fees them their spines myself” he whispers, his teeths digging into my ears as he thrust his throbbing cock into my weeping wet Pussy.

"I...I don't want you." She stuttered, a slight shiver running down her spine, with his head buried in the hollow of her neck. "Can you prove that without getting wet?" It all started with a one-night stand and went on with a marriage of convenience. Trusting her fiance with her sister was the dumbest thing she would forever hate herself for, they backstabbed her making her look like the fool she was. Her plan to get herself not to marry her cheating fiance went futile, but just on their wedding day salvation with the horns of the devil came for her. Her fiance's uncle, Cruz Hayes, A devilish angel shrouded in mystery, had proposed a marriage of convenience, which she accepted. Her plan was never to get into an intimate relationship with him, but what happens when she can't refuse temptations and seduction, and letting herself succumb to it was the only option to keep her sanity in check?

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.

Good….. I want to see you play with yourself and unless you have my permission, you can't fucking cum" "Yes, Daddy" I thought I had a problem being aroused. My ex boyfriend broke up with me for being insensitive to his touches and I thought I really had a problem with myself until I met him, Mark Arthur, my late father's best friend. He could make me wet just by staring at me and his slightest touches could make the 'insensitive' me shudder and cum. Yet, he wanted boundaries, he wanted to be a father figure to me but I didn't want him as a father. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted to be his little submissive slut and I was going to break his boundaries until I became Daddy's Little plaything.