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The mattress squealed under her as we laid her down, our shadows looming over her. She pushed herself up on her elbows, wild hair spilling over flushed cheeks, lips kiss-swollen. “Don’t-” “Oh, we will,” I cut in, my wolf’s growl lacing every word. Four sets of hands worked her over, fast and slow all at once - shirt tugged up, jeans peeled away, until she lay there in nothing but her bra and panties. We froze. Just a second. To look. To breathe her in. “Fuck,” Jaxon whispered, eyes blazing. “She’s perfect.”

A soldier suddenly sprouted two wings on his body, he was flying in the sky, so he dodged. The test ended, only a few people remained. Bella Risa looked at the young man who was probably in his twenties, his handsome face retracting his wings. With a little praise, she couldn't help but blurt out: "He's both handsome and very good." Raph Conrad glanced at the woman, eyes glazed over at the other man. For some reason, there was some discomfort in his heart, and his tone was more harsh: "A group of ten people, but only a few people passed. Everyone, what kind of practice is this?”

i said Four glared at Zayn one last time before going behind tree. (yes werewolf when transform from wolf to human are naked!so they carry extra pair of clothes or packs use to keep extra clothes hidden inside trees) After 2 minutes Four walked in front of tree wearing clothes "Where the fuck you have been?" Four yelled demanding an explanation. "Do you know when you told me about you finding your mate how worried i was? do you have any fucking idea! you even went on a picnic with him just after knowing him for just fucking may be 1 hour! are you crazy or what?"

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

“But you also have to learn how to smile. I never seen you smiling even once.” “There is no reason for me to smile,” she told him what she truly feels. “I will give you a reason, then. Just wait after the party. I will tell you something that will make you smile.” He said as he left the wardrobe. “What is it, my lord? Are you going to free me?” Lucas looked back at her as he stepped out of the door. “It’s something like that,” he said and smirked. “So, learn to smile, Camila. Or should I force you to smile?”

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

Her wrists still trembled from the cuff marks, even though they’d been freed. Lilith was seated again…watching. Smoking. Her hair perfectly in place, her mouth calm. The Fourth crawled up behind Ava like a shadow. “Spread her again,” she said. Marla obeyed instantly. She gripped Ava’s thighs and yanked them wide open, exposing her soaked, swollen center. Ava whimpered. “Please…” “No begging unless it’s to stop,” The Fourth snapped. “And you don’t want that, do you?” Ava shook her head. “No, ma’am.”

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He is not going to stop after coming this far , whether Win likes or not they are going to do this till end. Adom raised himself up, allowing his spine and shoulder blades to crack and grind as leathery wings burst forth from his back. Blood oozed down his sides and onto Win chest. He reached down and rubbed the thick dark liquid into his lover’s skin. Win never see his devil wings, but if you ask Win then his answer is still same, Adom look dangerous and beautiful at same time.

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.