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"Watch your mouth." "Or what?" Marcus laughed. "You'll challenge me? You're not ready, boy. And the council knows it." The elders murmured, nodding. Marcus turned to me. "You've embarrassed this pack. A mute human with no wolf, spreading her legs for a half-breed playboy. Do you have any idea what this does to our reputation?" I opened my mouth. No sound came out. The panic was closing in. Kael stepped forward. "She's not a whore. She's my mate."

he said sitting down. “We’re both aware that we’re both mates and that’s something I would call an Abomination to my pack.....” I said boldly with disappointment running all over Creed’s face. “.....So in order to not bring an abomination into the pack, I would need you to reject me as your mate” I snorted at him. “What? I won’t be able to do that” he grunted. “Are you crazy or have you lost your mind? There’s nothing hard there to do, all you have to do is reject me” I groaned to him.

“Fuck,' Cario groaned. He pulled her head away to put a stop to her. “You are so fucking good at this.' Cario stated his words out of breath. Cario knew she had never done something like this. After all, she was their mate and if she did, they would have found out. Cario passed her to Jeremy, and they changed positions. Jeremy took over from where Cario stopped and pinched her nipples roughly in between his palms and she moaned out, tilting her head to his chest. Hot breath met her clit and seconds later, she felt a tongue on it, making her squeeze Jeremy's head in between her thighs. Cario trailed kisses on her neck, and shoulders while his hands were still playing on her nipples. Her arous

A unique one, but the situation felt familiar. A wolf dashed out from the crowd, and growled, "Mate!" I glanced at him. He had a devil-may-care outlook and a stellar smile. His cheekbones were defined, and his eyes were a-fire with passion. His lips were wet. A unique smell surrounded him and I couldn't help but growl, "Mate!"

she yelled. I doubted anyone could hear her over the music and if they did, good. The boss always makes sure his mate is more than satisfied. *Hmm, mate is so fucking hot! Come inside her, bury deep it inside her,* Felix groaned, practically forcing me to climax. I hated to deny him a chance to participate but fuck if it wasn’t annoying. I wasn’t going to last too long. I’d have to make up for it and take her again at home. Hmm.

No luggage and soon I was far away from the pack house. It’s not like I wasn’t hurt—I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. But after hearing Brandon call me a wolfless disgrace, I realized crying would only make me feel pathetic. They say you shouldn’t cry over spilled milk, and maybe they’re right. I loved Brandon… deeply. But he betrayed me. So why should I shed a single tear for someone who was shameless enough to bed my friend in our matrimonial room?

My voice faltered. “What are we talking about, you said something that could be implied she looked fat in her outfit? You insulted her favourite film or song? Or you did something serious like stepped out on her?” Dad asked, as I made my coffee. He genuinely appeared to be trying to help. But if I were to tell him, he would know about us. ‘No. He wouldn’t.’ Blade grumbled. ‘You word it so that element is not mentioned. He would know you upset her. You don’t need to go into the full details. He is trying here, maybe you should not waste that.’

“We play high-octane clips—intense, attractive, or provocative—and you lose if your pulse spikes. You have to stay completely unbothered.” I let out a soft laugh. This was going to be a walk on thin ice. Ever since my world had been leveled by Ethan Carter, I had become practically numb to anyone else. There was no way some videos were going to make my heart skip. Seeing my smirk, Tammy leaned in. “Be careful, Collins. These guys are ruthless. Some of these clips are... well, they’re rated for mature wolves only.” I felt a flush creep up my neck, but I didn't back down.

I rolled away a little more so he could reach the keyboard and watched as he scrolled through the different categories the site offered. I read where he stopped. "Milf's?" "Yup," Chris nodded, as he clicked on it. "Older women Matt, they are the way to go." I watched the site come up and looked at the various videos. "Yeah, but I mean they're old," I laughed. "They're like Mom's age." "But they know how to fuck man!" Chris exclaimed. "They been around and know what they love, and ain't shy about it, that's what you want isn't it?"

I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”