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Darius’ body jerked, his entire body trembled as if something invisible was puppeting him. Xander moved. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of me, shielding me with his body. The rebels broke into chaos, some shouting, some running. And then— A pulse of pure darkness exploded from Darius’ chest. A blast so strong it sent me and Xander flying backward.Pain exploded all over me as I hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of my lungs. I coughed, struggling to push myself up— But then I saw him.

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She refilled it, and I cradled the warm ceramic between my bandaged hands. “So,” Nala said, stretching her legs out toward the fire. “Tell us about Duskmire. What’s it like? I’ve never been.” “Boring compared to this,” I said. “No shadow-wielding kings or witch friends or realm hopping for better alcohol.” Afnie snorted. “That last one is very specifically a Xahen thing. Most people don’t care that much about whiskey quality.” “He’s particular about everything,” Nala agreed. “It’s exhausting.”

I snapped, sitting up. "You want to," He hummed. "I imagine what you thought when you stalked my gram page." I gasped. "How on earth... how did you know?!" He laughed a deep rumble. "I have my ways love. You do not want to see me without the clothes? You do not want to run your soft nimble fingers down my chest, you do not want to see the things I could do to you?" I flushed, panting heavily from his words. Who the hell was Xavier Barnes? He hadn't even touched me and there was that yearning low in my belly. Heat pooled in my panties and I sighed.

His gaze fixated on the small bag of powder lying open. “Is that... what I think it is?” Darius asked, stepping forward and picking up the bag cautiously. His face shifted from confusion to concern. "Essian’s Dust... someone’s practicing dark magic?" I snapped before I could stop myself. “Yes, Sherlock, I already know. No need to state the obvious; it’s annoying.” Darius flinched slightly, setting the bag back down. “Right. Sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from the dust. His mood was far more serious now.

I said, and King Lucien nodded. "Sit, Alpha," he said, and I got off my knees and sat down. "I don't care if.." Miles started, and King Lucien interrupted him. "That is enough, Miles. Do not cross the line. You killed the men that attacked you. The man humbled himself and bared his heart. Take the land and money. If you need help with healing, Alpha Christopher is willing to lend you his healer's service, but you can't take his fated. I, too, do not want a war. Christopher might be passive, but I doubt he will be peaceful if you take his woman from him," King Lucien said.

Dustin obliged, fingers slipping inside, stroking my clit in firm circles while Ryan kissed me deeply, his free hand kneading my ass. "So responsive," Ryan groaned, pushing a finger into my pussy alongside Dustin's, stretching me deliciously. They worked in tandem, scissoring gently, thumbing my clit until wetness coated their hands. I moaned into Ryan's mouth, hips grinding, the realism of our shared breaths and scents grounding the heat. They stripped fully, cocks revealed: Dustin's thick and girthy, veins prominent; Ryan's slimmer, with a slight upward curve. I wrapped hands around both, stroking from base to tip, feeling them twitch.

He leaned in, his teeth bared, ready to sink into the hollow of her shoulder to claim the territory Silas had left vacant. --- Meanwhile, Five miles away, the clearing where the ambush had occurred was no longer a forest; it was a crime scene. Xander stood in the center of the carnage, his white-blond hair glowing like silver in the moonlight. He didn't look like a King; he looked like a force of nature. He knelt in the dirt, his fingers tracing the silky storm of ink that was a scrap of Ayla’s torn dress. He leaned down, his nostrils flaring as he took a deep, long, purposeful breath of the air.

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

It's a message from a new number. Unknown Number: Don't you ever gave me a middle finger again, Xaliah or I will give you one and you'll know the feeling. Get out of this damn act before it gets serious, Xaliah Shasta. My face suddenly turned as red as cherries after reading the message but was irritated. I already knew who is it from. It's other than the ajax himself. What the heck! I am already in my room but Rhyiuz message has gotten into my nerves.