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My lips parted, but my words died down when Devrim squeezed my hand. “Please, please think about this carefully.” I raised his hand to my lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “You keep talking about things we need to talk about,” I whispered. “What do we have to talk about?” Ezra shifted around, drawing my eyes to him. “We need to talk about the fact that we want to take you as our mate.” “W-we?” I squeaked. “You m-mean all of you?” My eyes darted between the three of them. I’ve kissed both Ezra and Obsidian, bathed with Devrim, and had sex with Obsidian. Surely that had to be the answer to my question.

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he introduces next, letting me meet the only other girl in the room whose beauty was so intense it nearly left me breathless. With long straight blood red hair and striking silver eyes that lit up the dark makeup around them, I took in every inch of her perfectly shaped face. Her black painted lips quickly pulling into a seductive smirk as she caught my gaze lingering, and I couldn't help but give her the same smirk in return. "Damian." Beau continues, introducing another man with the same build as him but with opposite features. Damian, unlike Beau, was covered in tattoos with pitch black hair and dark red eyes, that made me feel a mixture of both intrigue yet unsettled. Crimson's eyes were

The seven animals losing their minds at having double the toys right when the stakes were highest. It was dangerous. It was insane. It would escalate everything just when Langford expected to claim me alone. And it was exactly the kind of twist no one would see coming in a standard office reverse harem. “You’re serious?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. Riley’s grin turned wicked. “Dead serious. Tomorrow I’m showing up as your ‘best friend visiting for lunch.’ After that… we’ll see how quickly they try to recruit me into the club. Two corporate cum queens instead of one. Let’s watch them scramble before that investor shows up thinking he gets you all to himself.”

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

"Watching them fuck her raw while you're tied up, helpless. Your cunt's weeping for it." "No," I lied as my body trembled with need. The woman's moans grew louder, her body shuddering as Dane fucked her harder, his hips snapping against her ass, his balls slapping against her with every thrust. Karl's hand tightened in her hair, his cock hitting the back of her throat as she gagged around him, making tears stream down her cheeks. "Look at her," Dane growled , his voice rough with arousal. "Taking us so well.”His gaze locks onto mine, his eyes turning darker than usual. “But she’s not you, Raven. She’s not our mate.”

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.

I stared at the title. Grim Boundaries, Containment Rituals and Demonic Anchors. Alright. That was on the nose. I tugged it free. It thudded onto the table like it weighed more than it should. The pages were vellum-thin, covered in curling script and ink illustrations that danced uncomfortably close to realism. Demons, mostly. Circles. Knots. Symbols. Some looked familiar from childhood fairy tales, horror movies, that phase in college when I thought being into witchcraft was a personality.

Ravion crouched behind, stroking himself as he watched Ezryn’s cock push deep into the tight pussy Ravion had fucked only minutes before. “Oh fuck,” Ezryn groaned. “She’s still hot. Still dripping. gods, she wants it.” Lyssa hissed, gripping the altar’s edge as Ezryn buried himself to the hilt. “Give it to me, sorcerer. You cast the spell—now fuck the fire you lit.” Behind her, Ravion slicked his cock with the leftover oil, lining it up with her puckered, still stretched hole. He took his time—pressing, nudging, then sliding in. Her ass clenched hard, resisting at first—then yielding.