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Her hair was scattered around her face, with her shaky hands and legs chained with shackles that were tight enough to bruise her, while a collar was circled around her neck with another bodyguard tugging at it. "These people are really wicked to treat their fellow this cruelly, no matter her crime." I mumbled, feeling irked. I watched as they brought in a big rectangular box filled with what I could sense as wolfsbane and silver mixed together and bubbling like hot oil. It was placed beside her, and my eyes widened as I realized that was the torture they were talking about. The poor girl would be buried there. I read a lot about werewolves, and I know exactly how deadly and extremely painful

he grunted, reaching around to rub my clit. I pushed back, meeting every thrust, my second orgasm building. “Cum inside me, fill my pussy with your hot load.” He roared, his cock pulsing as he exploded, flooding me with his cum. I shattered around him, milking every drop as ecstasy consumed us. We collapsed, panting, his arms enveloping me protectively. “I love you, Kamilla. Marry me. Let's make this real.” Tears of joy pricked my eyes. The plot twist of the false positive had cleared the path, and now, with Katrina's blessing, our future shone bright.

Your Betrothed, Damien of Silverburn “Oooh,” my wolf breathed. She usually didn’t care about material things, but I could feel her arousal. “Let’s see what’s in the boxes first,” I told her back, still annoyed by today’s humiliations. I tentatively pulled at the bow in the top box, and it slid to the sides. I gently pulled the cover off the top box, and opened it. Wrapped in delicate, shimmering paper were 50 long stem purple roses, and between them were daisies, my favorite flower. “How?” I wondered aloud.

I’d never felt so wanted, so seen, so utterly loved. Just as I took another step toward him, something small caught my eye. A tiny box, wrapped in soft silver paper, sat neatly on the coffee table. My curiosity stirred instantly. I glanced toward the balcony. Isaac was still busy. My lips curled into a quiet smile as I tiptoed closer. Maybe it was a necklace. Or earrings. Or maybe… No, it can't be. Is it? I reached out, my fingers barely brushing the box when I heard a low sound and the clearing of his throat.

I could still hear her moans of pleasure loud and clear as I passed her door. I got to my room and shut the door behind me locking it. I fetched the cloak from where I had tossed it and wiped at the dust. My heart accelerated as I saw the inscription on the front cover. It was some type of occult book for witches and Satanists. Barbra for all her beauty and perfection must be into this weird shit as a type of hobby or something. Whatever it was, I didn't care but of course, I knew there was something more.

The Pack's Triquetra is Book 2 of the Series, which begins with The Pack's Secret Keeper. **Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. ** Havermouth, Eight Years Before Heath’s mother was crying.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

She furrowed her brows curiously. “Our wedding.. we sliced our palms and bound our hands. Both of our blood is on the binding cord.” I said, walking to my bookshelves and grabbing a case off the top. Upon opening it I saw many small trinkets that I’ve collected through the years, but on top lay the most recent addition. The binding cord. Just as I said, covered in both our blood. “Yes, that should work perfectly.” She reached out, and I hesitantly handed her the cord.

My cheeks flushed, eyes bright, a little too restless. A hard knock echoed through my room. “Who’s there? I’m coming!” I called out, not really ready. Before I could even take a breath, the door swung open. Damien. He walked in like he owned the place. Still in his royal robe that looked like he had been fondling with it all day, and in his left hand, he held a heavy, polished box. His eyes locked onto mine... dark, steady, hungry enough that my throat hitched and I couldn't remember how to breathe anymore.