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Her fingers brushed over his black fur. "Fury! " Her lips were so dry they had split up in several places. But hearing her voice again sent shivers through my body, and I swear I heard Fury purr like a little kitten against her soft touch. A slight movement caught his eye, and he jumped around, the fur along his neck and back puffed up. Teeth bared, and a deep warning growl rumbled through the air. Fay! There was another Fay! Fury`s muscles tensed again. Hunched down and ready to attack. But Eir`s hand was buried down in his thick fur, and he gripped a full fist. Slightly tugging at us,

Could I really go through that again at the risk of losing all my progress? My eyes focused on the cracking ceiling. "I'll do my best to avoid that. We're mates, after all. If he can't handle me at my best, he doesn't deserve my worst." "Darling." My body felt oddly relaxed for the topic we were discussing. I ever so slowly shifted my gaze to Henry. Despite his title, Henry Furst resembled more of the everyday salaryman than a savage wolfman. He kept his chestnut hair an inch below the tip of his ear, always tousled.

Her fingernails had turned into claws and were digging deep into his back, while her hips slammed into him with unrestrained need. He felt her body tremble at each impact and her interior muscles start to clamp more tightly around his cock, an indication that she was close. “Yes, baby!” he encouraged her. The red tint in her eyes was more pronounced now and behind her parted lips he saw her fangs descend to their full length. Fascinated by the alluring sight, he growled like a beast and lowered his head, tilting it to the side to offer her his neck. Isabella’s breath hitched.

"Sure. I'll send it to you later. About the project? I don't think I'll be able to attend tomorrow because of some emergencies." "No problem. I hope I can visit New York soon." "You will be alright after I'll figure things out." For someone like Freya? I didn't expect her to like Marco. He is pretty aggressive and she's a very gentle woman. The most chill among all the girls I've met there. Though here she is, admiring an asshole like him.

The stinging persisted and I found myself jerking under her touch. Brazing myself up, I struggled to get my limb off Fiona’s hold, but it was obvious that her powers were far greater than mine was. The Firne huffed angrily, “One thing I despise is a timid creature, but more and more I tend to hate redundant resistance. This sting will carry on if you continue to evade my touch.” I paused at Fiona’s words and gradually, the painful prickle began to subside until it left behind a chill sensation, cooling off the part of my flesh that once hurt.

I Leaped. I wasn't a woman jumping; I was a Tidal Wave of Fur and Fire. I hit the first line of Feral-Sins with the force of a falling star. My jaws clamped onto the throat of a massive grey beast, the taste of its sour, tainted blood exploding in my mouth. I didn't just kill it; I Eviscerated the very concept of its threat.

He was fast. Faster than I thought a wolf this large could be, and I thought he could almost beat me in a race. In peak condition, I was one of the fastest in the pack, and that was only because I pushed myself so hard. It seemed like Luxe didn't even have to exert himself to keep up the pace. He moved with pantherish grace, leaping over shrubs and low hanging branches with ease. My hair ruffled in the breeze and I was tempted to let go of Luxe's fur and stretch my arms to either side of me.

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

Laughter rang out again—sharp, juvenile, cruel. Mika inhaled. Joy’s jaw flexed. Even Samuel stopped walking. Joy’s expression turned sharp. “What the hell—” And then Fiero moved. Fiero was unnaturally tall, his broad shoulders carrying the weight of something unseen. His skin was pale—almost too pale—sharpening the dark contrast of his brown eyes and jet-black hair. His long lashes framed his unreadable gaze, making him look both ethereal and dangerous. He didn’t just walk. He dominated space without saying a single word.