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My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

He must even know where my mother is right now. I would face him immediately and demand to know her whereabouts. Nothing else mattered. I didn't bother putting the contents back inside the case. I got a hold of the staff, but as my hands grazed the strange objects surrounding it, something resembling live electricity passed though my finger tips and raced into my veins as warmth infused my entire being. It moved from my fingers and swept to other parts of my body, making me sweat profusely. I got up and made to walk to the door, but dark spots began to dance in front of my eyes and I felt terribly weak and dizzy.

he pleaded with me, and I let it rest. The truth is, it was a miracle that they were in my apartment, to begin with. I never imagined that they would ever look for me. Now we were officially dating. I was willing to take it slow. Hopefully, now that they were here with me, I wouldn't be dreaming of them as dragons trying to f*ck me. Deep down it would have been wild though, and I might have been able to handle it if it were real. The thought of them being dragons made my p**sy clench, just remembering what it felt like in my sleep. I must have a gift to be able to predict that they would f*ck me, nelson style before it happened. The only difference was that they were human, but, god, they we

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

“Oh god, you have no idea I've touched myself again and again to the thought of having an orgy with so many girls. But I've never had the chance to explore with anyone.” “Well now is your chance, baby. We will take good care of you tonight.” Dream spoke. “Touching myself and imagining an orgy of beautiful women was truly what kept me sane during those years of running in my village. Till I came here a found this crew. They've kept me grounded ever since, letting me explore their bodies as I please. And now we would do the same to you.” “You deserve it baby, you've earned it,” Celestine whispered. The air in the attic felt thicker. Their scents surrounded me. The knowledge that they were alre

Every instinct screams at me to leave. Every fantasy I’ve never admitted to anyone – not Connor, not my friends, not even my own diary – screams at me to stay. I’ve imagined this. Late at night, fingers between my legs, biting my pillow so my roommate wouldn’t hear. Being taken. Being used. Being passed around by men who saw me as nothing but a set of holes to fill. It was supposed to stay a fantasy. Blake waits. They all wait. Connor watches me with something like horror dawning on his face – like he’s just now realizing that he might have miscalculated. That his girlfriend isn’t going to fall apart. That she’s standing here, soaking wet, actually considering it.

I came hard, gushing hot cum on him, body shaking violently, screams ripping out as I yanked free, murmuring "it's only a dream." But the heat lingered, pussy still pulsing, thighs drenched. I woke up gasping, the afternoon sun streaming through my bedroom window at Northwind Palace. I was soaked between my legs again, embarrassed even though I was alone and nobody could see what I'd been dreaming about. The same dream, always the same men I'd never met. It happened every single day. A wave of guilt hit me as I sat up on the bed. Why was I dreaming about strangers when I had everything I wanted? I was Luna of Northwind Pack, mated to Alpha Kael Dorian, the man I'd been crushing on since I wa

She closed her eyes, leaking tears, and felt the traitorous surge of arousal deep in her loins as the virile man claimed her as his. She tried not to imagine her father watching her ordeal. She tried not to think of the sight he must be seeing, her pale legs splayed wide, Gorlann's testicles and cock flying frantically between them. She tried not to think about the dawn, almost upon them, as gray light filtered through the tent's open flap. Anaria Kaelon lay beneath her captor, his cock swimming deep inside her, and yearned for nothing else but for this nightmare to end and for her family to be safe.

But I did it. From now on, that bastard was locked out of my dreams. Exhausted, I closed my eyes. Sleep started to pull me under. But somewhere between waking and dreaming, a brutal, overwhelming power slammed down. My ward shook violently. The silver net shrieked under the pressure. A second later, it tore apart. My perfect ward shattered into silver dust and faded into the dark. A towering figure shattered the dreamscape. He walked like a dark god. Heavy. Absolute. I wanted to back away, but I couldn't move a muscle.

But not more than the possibility of Mask showing up. A part of me, shamelessly, wanted to see him. The intrigue about his face still lingered in my dreams and my eyes. What would he look like behind that mask? His gray eyes flashed before me. Taking in a troubled breath, I peered at the dreamcatcher. The circulating fluid light in the central hole of the dreamcatcher turned into ripples of light and in the next second, Kyros and Verena were thrown out of the dreamcatcher. Both of them groaned on the floor, covered in tattered clothes, filth all over their bodies.