Dalmatian 102 Novels & Stories

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

Carden mustered in a deep, annoyed voice. Dalmi let go of a nervous chuckle. “I’m just asking! I just want to know because I’m curious!” she defended. “I was just thinking that you already like me. Why don’t you want to reject the marriage?” Carden didn’t reply, making Dalmi furrow her brows. “Don’t you have a tongue?” “I’m asking you what type of woman you liked! Was it someone like–” “If you will ask what type of woman it is just so you could find another bunch of models then you freaking need to stop–”

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

But Dal is a great addition to the family, and he and the other dogs get along well. When I brought him home for the first time, he was mean and didn't want to be around other people. He seems to have made a lot of progress after a lot of training with the best pros. I have eight guard dogs in total. Dal is the only Cane Corso. Zeus is the oldest dog in the pack. He is a Rottweiler. Hydra is the only girl and is a Bullmastiff. Dobermans are Ares and Wolf, and German Shepherds are Ranger, Kevlar, and Tank.

As I told him that Dorian Grimaldi was my mate, Ben's mouth dropped in shock, "You mean to tell me that Dorian Grimaldi, the alpha of this pack, is your mate?" Ben's eyes widened in disbelief as I revealed that Dorian Grimaldi, the alpha of the pack, was my mate. He let out a loud gasp, his hands flying to cover his mouth. "You mean to tell me that Dorian Grimaldi, the alpha of this pack, is your mate?" he exclaimed in shock. I nodded slowly, trying to read his reaction, and then Ben let out a loud shriek, "Oh my word! Give me all the juicy details, girl. Right now!"

They were very swollen, especially when looking at the cleavage that was presented when my man lifted his ass high. The puckered hole there twitched dryly until I had to spit repeatedly and spread the natural lubricant all the way inside. "Oh, good dog...," my fingers moved around his outer hole, then impromptu stabbed as deep as possible with the command, "Bark!" He did. Barked. Like a shy puppy. I repeated it a few times and I felt the corners of my eyes getting wet from laughing. I like this. He's clean to the core. I even like to lick his scrotum which is pulled up due to maximum erection.