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shit first." "Sounds good" Rachel goes faster trying to get them back to pack lands as fast as possible. Tam reaches over and lifts Sara's face toward him kissing it. "Taking a deep breath I thought I was gunna loose you". She smiles and kisses him back "One day but not today I love you." "I love you ugh I was so scared I am surprised you didn't hear me through our bond." "Well I didn't wanna change because I didn't wanna leave the baby. And now look he has left us. How how did he just all I can think, is he drained his magic and life force. I mean I have heard legends of witches fight for centuries, there are stories of a witch being so powerful it can steal another witches magic. But from

For a few minutes he just lingered there by my door, hesitant, even though I’d basically dismissed him. He then dropped the silence and finally spoke. ‘I also wanted to let you know I have another proposal for you. I was thinking that after the feast this evening it would be the perfect opportunity to introduce you to a fellow wolf from the pack Starry Banes? Their pack resides not too far from ours, just at the bottom of the mountains. He’s a charming young gentlemen and his name is Milano. I’m certain you’ll like this one!’ He said, some what excitedly.

"You know, those days with you were the worst of my life. I wish I knew you were this wicked, Elena." Elena smirked. "You brought out the beast in me, love. They say, 'Don't underestimate darkness' allure; even pure hearts are drawn to it.'All thanks to you." Alan begged nervously, "Today's a happy day; don't ruin it. Let's reschedule. I'll meet you, give you whatever you want." Elena laughed, raising her hands. "What more could I ask for? Check the news, Alan. It'll clarify things."

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I tried again. “And what if I do it again?” Ethan murmured, tilting his head just slightly, his lips brushing the corner of mine without actually kissing me. “What happens then?” My jaw tightened. “Ethan…” “Ryan.” I hated him. I loved him. Now, where the hatred came from was that, I hated that I was starting to love him. My heartbeat was in my throat and he knew it. That was the annoying part — the way he always knew. I glared at him, or at least I tried to, but it came out more like a flustered puppy baring its teeth. He only smirked deeper, brushing his thumb along my waistline like he was drawing circles straight on my nerves.

My fingers dug into his ass cheek to spread him wide open while we frotted before the head of my dick was made to tease his hole again and again. The shower still ran in the background as we lost ourselves in each other. Teamates, rivals, lovers, or now maybe something darker and hotter. I knew this would not stop at one night because the forbidden pull was too strong, the musk and sweat and passion was too addictive for it. There would be more. Other nights I mean. “I might cum,” he breathed. I held him close with my hand placed possessively on his hip. "We are not done here Kai. Not even close. So, don't you dare cum.”

She still looks at me like she wants to kill me. And that single look sends a raw, electric jolt straight through my veins, hotter than the aged whiskey still burning on my tongue. Fifteen years of poison and unresolved war ignite between us in one searing second. Her hazel eyes burn with pure, unfiltered hatred, her full red lips pressed into a thin, furious line. My pulse thunders in my ears. My cock twitches hard against the confines of my tuxedo pants, already half-hard from nothing more than her glare.

"Barely worth it." "She must've been desperate for you," a female voice chimed in. "Oh, she was dripping before I even touched her." More laughter. "God, she must smell." "Like cheap perfume and poor people," Ashley’s voice cut through. "You'd have to cover her face to fuck her, though?" My chest stopped. Please, no. "I wouldn't fuck Sloane Carter with a gun to my head." The book slipped from my hands. Jar of Hearts. The one he said we'd read together.

Not dark and dangerous. “Have you done this before?” He walked back toward me slowly, gently tapping the blindfold against his palm. I shook my head, unable to speak. I stepped back slowly as he approached. His gaze was dark and predatory—and I loved it. I really did. “Shall I be the first?” he asked. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no. I stopped when my back hit the wall and leaned against the cold tile. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, kitty,” he smirked. One hand traced lazy patterns along my hip while the other rested on the wall above my head. He leaned in close—so close I could still smell champagne on his breath.