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It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

Her legs are trembling so I held it more firmly and attacked her wetness faster and deeply, reaching her deepest core and letting her feel how my tongue could satisfy her already, a performance that her racist boyfriend can’t afford to do. “Fuck you!” Her body convulsed as she released all her cum. It even splashed out on my face and bare chest. She was still breathing heavily and moaning because of the pleasure when I stood up, stroking my cock. I cocked my head as I observed her lay on the sofa. On the same sofa her boyfriend lays on every time he watches a movie.

She came hard, trembling against the bookshelves, her moans swallowed by my lips while I kept fingering her through every wave, drawing it out until she was a shaky, dripping mess. I pulled my fingers out slowly, brought them to my lips, and licked them clean while she watched with wide, dazed eyes. “See?” I whispere d, smiling. “I told you I’d handle it.”

“I’ve been needing some female energy.” Mr Monroe groaned, touching his chest to feign hurt. “You wound me, mi amor.” She winked, “Go have fun, love.” She said, pulling me towards the bar area. She ordered me a dirty martini, teasing that I looked like a dirty drink kind of girl, but that little pause between dirty and drink was enough for me to know I had a chance. We chatted for twenty minutes, she kept going on and on about her glamorous lifestyle, and I laughed at her jokes, found excuses to touch her, and by the time I was on my third drink, she was eating out of the palm of my hand.

And revenge. For his dangerous tattooed queen. The one who killed him. The one he would make his, no matter how many lifetimes it took. This is a streamy Dark Fantasy Werewolf Romance book you don't want to miss for anything. Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to miss this.

“I want to be dripping wet by the time we get home.” Dinner was sweet torture. The restaurant was upscale, with soft lighting and quiet music. Ahmad sat across from me, his knee brushing mine under the table every so often. Nathan’s hand rested high on my thigh, fingers tracing slow circles, inching higher. I could barely concentrate on the conversation. My pussy was already aching and soaked, my nipples hard against the thin fabric of my dress. Ahmad smiled at me. “You look a little flushed, Lydia. Everything alright?” I took a sip of wine, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just warm in here.”

Lira speaks. My eyes flutter between opening and closing as I try to stay conscious. “You’re incredible, baby. So responsive… so fucking delicious.” She slides down my body, kissing every inch—my cum-smeared lips, my throat, sucking marks onto my tits until I’m arching and whimpering. My body tingles, wanting more of her touch. This is unarguably the most alive I’ve been. And for a moment, I am glad that the book I’d found wasn’t some motivational book on how I needed to find my inner voice before I could find my outer one.

My omega cock throbbed against his thigh, trapped and aching. “You’re disgusting,” I hissed, but my voice trembled. Damien’s hand slid lower, cupping my ass openly, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. “And you’re soaked for it.” He spun us again, putting my back to the wall of bodies, shielding us from most of the room. His mouth hovered over mine, close enough I could taste his breath, pine, and the heady smell of alpha. “Tell me you don’t want it,” he challenged, voice barely audible over the music. “Tell me you don’t want me to drag you to the nearest dark corner, rip these pants down, and knot you so deep you’ll feel me for days.”

“Soaked. My pussy’s been aching for days. And after what I saw tonight… I need it rough.” We moved to a dark corner booth, away from prying eyes. The moment we sat down, his mouth was on mine….hungry, demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth as his big hand gripped my waist, pulling me against him. I moaned into the kiss, straddling his thigh and grinding my dripping core against the hard muscle there. The friction against my clit made me whimper. “Fuck, you’re burning up,” he growled against my lips. His hand slid under my dress, fingers brushing my soaked lace panties. “No wonder you’re desperate. You’re drenched.”

Heat spreads through my blood, loud and impossible to ignore. Then he lifts me back up. Air rushes into my lungs. I cough and gulp, heart racing. His arms stay locked around me, solid and close. I’m pressed against him, chest to chest, and all I can breathe in is Dominic Vance. Spice. Heat. Bergamot and hot pepper. The scent sinks into me and makes everything worse. The fire in my chest doesn’t calm. It grows. He watches me closely, eyes slow and intent, then drags his tongue over his lips like he’s savoring the moment.