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“That’s it, my love, right there! I’m coming! I’m coming!” Eric smiles and accelerates his thrusts even more. I ride his cock and pull his hair. I arch my back, tighten my legs around Eric while I scream at my orgasm that hits me in waves again and again. Eric continues his thrusts until they become erratic, and he screams my name as he buries his canines into my neck. The mark, Eric, has marked me, and I see how everything around me darkens and I fall into oblivion.

I cried out, my voice loud enough to wake the dead, my womanhood in a sticky, milky mess. My creamy, white fluid covered Eric's body, dripping down between my own legs and onto the chaise lounge. It even created a puddle in the latter. Eric pulled away from me, his face, his neck and his tattooed chest glistening with my nectar. He straightened himself and took hold of his belt. He smirked, peering at me and I knew what was coming next.

I don’t care if she never speaks to me again, as long as she’s supporting him that’s all I care about. Because we’ve all been working hard, we’re treating ourselves to a night on the town. We all decided to hit one of the human clubs we love to go to and while we may have had to sneak in a couple flasks of Tezus just so we can feel a buzz, we’re still having an absolute blast. “Have you ever hooked up with anyone here?” Eric innocently asks. “Why, you offering?” Vitali smirks leaning in placing a kiss on Eric’s mark, making him shudder.

"Okay, here's another one. Charges of electricity travel over our skin when we're being touched by our significant others. Does the same happen when Alpha Vaughan touches you?" Just raw, hot desire. Having this conversation with a fourteen year old suddenly seemed uncomfortable. "No, it doesn't. Wouldn't that, I don't know, electrocute me to death or something?" She snorted, then began laughing. "I've always thought so, but the adults say it's... Pleasurable." My face scrunched. When she'd gotten a grip of herself, Nayla stared at me openly, perplexed. "Latents are really rare. I'd even say as rare as Links."

But the master bedroom , Alora’s pristine, luxurious bed was where the real intensity hit. That night, Derick laid me down on her silk sheets and spent hours claiming me. He tied my wrists to the headboard with his belt, fucked me slow and deep until I was begging, then harder, pounding me into the mattress with raw, possessive strokes. He marked my breasts and inner thighs with bruising sucks and bites. He made me say it out loud while I came: “I’m your whore, Derick… I belong to you, not her.” I came so many times I lost count, my voice hoarse, body trembling with exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure. Guilt still flickered somewhere deep inside me, but it was drowned out by raw, addictive

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

As if he isn't igniting a flame inside me. I spread my legs open a little further to give him better access. His fingers graze my clit and I bite my tongue hard to keep from moaning. He rubs up and down my slit a couple of times, and chuckles. A deep sexy sound. "You are so wet babygirl." He whispers, licking the shell of my ear and I gasp when his finger dips into my entrance. Grant looks over at me and I feel my cheeks heat up. Holy fucking shit. Grant laughs. "You really are a scaredy puss aren't you?"

Chapter – 0002 Lila POV I walked into the lecture hall for my required Intro to Erotic Literature seminar with my thighs still sore from last night and my mind a complete mess. The campus was buzzing with first-day energy students laughing, comparing schedules, flirting shamelessly but all I could think about was Damon’s thick cock stretching me open in that dark art studio. The way he hadn’t pulled out even after the mask slipped. The way he’d thrust one last time while I came around him like a desperate whore.

Then she slowed her hips but didn't pull away, letting our slick pussies stay pressed together. Belle eased her grip on my throat and kissed me tenderly. Tasha looked up at us both with that same wicked grin, already reaching for the candle again. Tasha grabbed the candle and lit it with a quick flick of her lighter. The hot wax dripped onto my stomach in slow trails and each drop burned for a second before cooling into a hard bead that made my skin quiver.