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Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.

"Let go for me." The command in his tone pushes her over the edge. Lyric's back arches sharply as waves of ecstasy crash through her, her body convulsing around his fingers. A soft, broken moan escapes her lips as she rides out her release, her amber eyes locked with his stormy gray ones. The scent of her arousal spikes, flooding the room with honeysuckle and amber notes so potent that Riley stirs again across the room, subconsciously burying her face deeper into her pillow.

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Kaleb quickly got up from his seat and made his way over to the dance floor along with the rest of his friends, before I even had a chance to say anything. I bopped my head to the nice upbeat music, and it wasn’t long before Elias started singing and I rolled my eyes, as I watched the girls on the dancefloor drool over him and grind their bodies against each other. He sang ‘Be Easy’ by one of my favourite singers and I had to admit I liked his version more than the original song. I wanted to get up and dance but decided it was best I didn’t as I had one of the best seats in the club.

He looked just like the boy I once knew. After the painting was exhibited, it sparked widespread conversation and increased awareness of mental health issues. I handed Hansel a sunflower through the iron bars. He shook his head with a soft smile. "I already have one. Mel gave it to me. I don't want flowers from anyone else." His smile was as pure and clear as it was decades ago. I smiled softly. Then, I turned and walked away. I never looked back. … I resolved to spend the rest of my life traveling the world and admiring its scenery. I wanted to indulge in the finest foods and paint the most breathtaking sights.

Not even cactus that I know from old westerns and stories that can be tapped for a meager sip and to keep you alive. My feet burn even through heavy boots, as I struggle to higher ground on the nearest dune. At the top, I flounder in the slipping sand across a trough and up to the next dune’s peak, stopping to stare in wonder. It’s still the desert—hot, dry and bright. But here, blooming from nothing but the brutally hot sand are wide swaths of exquisite wildflowers as far as the eye can see. Undulating waves of bright white, yellow, orange, purple and pink flowers crouch against the silty soil like a painted oasis, their heady fragrances permeating the air, proclaiming their silent existenc

“Don’t let him fool you with pretty weeds, princess. He stood there like a statue while Bianca and her minions ripped you apart. Flowers don’t erase that.” I snorted, loud and ugly. “Please. Like I was going to swoon and write him poetry because he finally learned what a florist is. I’m not that cheap,” I said. But there it was…that dumb tug in my chest, the one that comes with unsolicited butterflies. Honestly, my organs need to stop signing me up for emotional nonsense. Damn stupid flowers. Liana’s eyes sparkled with evil glee. “Want me to chuck them?” “Trash it. All of it. Vase too, I don’t care.”

I could not help but smile, my hands gently resting atop their heads. As the door swung open, Ethan stood there, a vision in black, the wolfkin emblem proudly adorning his chest. His gaze caught mine, a spark igniting in his eyes. He offered his hand, and as mine met his, a wave of serenity washed over me. With him, I could face anything. Hand in hand, we strolled down the flower-strewn path, the tribe's silent reverence surrounding us like a warm embrace. The children trailed, scattering petals with each step, their laughter the day's sweetest melody.

I growled. I grabbed Rose’s head and pushed deep into her throat as I exploded, pumping the first thick ropes straight down my wife’s throat. She swallowed as much as she could, coughing and drooling. I pulled out and sprayed the rest across both their faces and tits — long, hot streaks of cum painting their skin. They looked up at me, cum dripping from their chins, breathing hard. Rose smiled shyly, licking some cum from her lips. “I… I liked that. I want more. I want to learn everything.”