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the doctor explains to me. “Why can’t you remove it yourself?” I ask pissed off that they were taking such a chance with their Alpha. “The bullet is in his spine. I have no experience removing bullets from a spine. One wrong move and the Alpha could be paralyzed for life,” he says as he steps back from me looking at Carter lying in the bed.

"Drake, you won't be able to get it. The symbol is meant to keep people safe, not to be used to get power." Drake's laugh could be heard all over the field, and it made Ethan shiver. "You like to dream, don't you? I'm not here to argue, though. I'm here for the symbol, and I won't leave until I get it." Drake leapt forward without notice, moving as fast as a lightning bolt. Ethan hardly had time to respond before they bumped into each other and fell to the ground. As they fought for control, they hit each other hard and snarled at each other.

Dexter commands, his voice carrying an authoritative edge that fueled Astrid's submissive inclinations as she eagerly complied, dropping to her knees. Astrid briefly took note of the difference in their cock sizes. The disparity between Phoenix's 6.25 inch (15.88 cm) girth and Dexter's 6.2 inch (15.75 cm) girth was almost imperceptible to her discerning eye. While their girths were almost identical, the variance in length was more apparent, with Phoenix's impressive 8.7 inches (22.1 cm) contrasting Dexter's 8.5 inches (21.59 cm).

Madison was ready to listen to everything. “I confronted Damien yesterday and it almost killed him" I dropped the first tension. “Speak clearly! What do you mean?" Madison was itching really bad to hear everything. “Damien has an anxiety disorder, claustrophobia. I triggered it and it was really bad”. Madison felt pity and nodded for me to continue. "We talked about everything and I was guilty, I apologized before he passed out. After he gained consciousness, he became a lover boy Maddie “ I blushed as memories of the last night flashed through.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Dax The button doesn't set something small into motion. It roars to life like one of those handheld massage wands that vibrate tension from your muscles. Only the muscle is my prostate. My whole body tries to fold in half and can't. My ankles are pinned a yard apart and my wrists are somewhere near the corners of the bed, no use to me at all. "Oh. Oh, fuck. Noah. Noah, that's-" "That's the lowest setting." "There's more?"

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I’m forty-two years old, married for fourteen years, and I just made up some bullshit excuse about a flickering light just to get close to the twenty-five-year-old bombshell next door. My name is Dax. I own a small construction company, so my body stays strong—broad shoulders, calloused hands, the kind of build that comes from years of real physical work. Salt-and-pepper hair, deep voice. From the outside, I look like the guy who has it all together. But inside? I’ve been starving for months.

She had hit the truth he didn't want to hear. Victoria walked closer. "What exactly is wrong with you?" He hesitated. "Tell me." "It's complicated." "I don't care." Dante exhaled slowly. "The doctors believe it's a progressive neurological condition." Victoria's face fell. "Progressive?" "It affects my nervous system. The pain comes without warning. Sometimes the fever lasts for hours. Sometimes I lose feeling and hurt anyone around or myself ." She stared at him. "The other day you told me it was just exhaustion, was that it ?"

"You…you guys can walk now?" The two quickly introduced Dexter to Xavier, saying, "This is Mr. Olsen and he treated our legs." Xavier looked shocked and quickly asked Dexter, "Mr. Olsen, did you say you could heal a penis with a serious stab wound?" Dexter folded his arms and stood confidently, saying, "Of course, I am the 108th descendant of Adil Olsen. Back in the day, Hippocrates was able to perform surgery to heal wounds but I can heal penis with knife wounds."