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“You need to see this, Clara. All of me. No more secrets between us.” My breath caught as his body began to change. It started with a low growl rumbling in his chest. His muscles tensed and swelled, bones cracking and shifting with sickening sounds. Dark fur burst across his skin, spreading fast over his arms, chest, and legs. His face elongated, jaw pushing forward into a powerful snout lined with sharp teeth. Within seconds, the man I had fallen for was gone, replaced by a massive black wolf standing in the middle of the apartment.

he grimaces as he turns his head to spit. "I'm personally offended," I reply. "I'd like to think I'm at least a million-dollar kind of woman. I don't know many people who think so lowly of me, but I can assure you I'll find him and take him down," I add, cocking my gun. Instant goosebumps, and I sigh contentedly. "Such a dopamine rush, no?" I ask. "Well, anyway, I'll let him know he can say hello to you in hell." He quickly protests, but he grows silent the moment my finger pulls the trigger. The bullets hit him dead center in the forehead. I watch his body fall hard to the groun,d and I push off my thighs to stand. I grab a cloth from my coat pocket and wipe the gun off.

He marked me with a sharp bite that drew a gasp from my lips. 'Oh god,' I breathed, my voice shaky, eyes fluttered open to plead with him. Those smoldering depths begged for more, my body quivered under the ruthless worship he offered. He released my wrists just enough to flip me onto my stomach, but i didn’t fight it—instead, I pushed back against him, ass lifted in silent invitation. I couldn’t see what was happening behind me but I could feel the sight of me like that, ignited the conflict in him: the lover who wanted to cherish me warring with the beast craving total control.

“It’s a little late for modesty, don’t you think?” He paused, and I could feel the smile in his voice, the gloating triumph of a predator who had finally cornered his prey. “Now,” Blackwood commanded, his voice dropping to a low, authoritative growl. “Take off the rest. Right here. Right in front of me.” He tightened his grip on my arm, a clear, painful warning. “And if you perform well,” he said, his voice a low, seductive promise that was more terrifying than any threat, “I’ll pay you ten times tonight’s f*e.”

I asked curiously, and he paused for a while. “Since you’re going to be tying me up, you’re the master, and I’m the slave.” He grinned, and I felt my heart kick, because. The son of a billionaire. Christian Blackwood. The rude, arrogant, and loud-mouthed jerk who bullied me for weeks and forced me to work for him… was going to be my slave. “This is BDSM, right?” I queried because I had seen something like this in one dark romance book I borrowed from a friend.

Oh, so you wanna play hard to get, I thought to myself with a smirk. I look down her body, medium perky breasts rested on her bodycon black dress. A small waist, thick, juicy ass. She was not very tall either and had long black hair I couldn't wait to pull on and those juicy thick thighs I could already imagine diving in between. "Put her drinks on my tab," I said to the bartender who handed her a dry martini "No, I've got it," she says to the bartender. "I insist," I said turning to her. Flashing her my panty dropping smile that always had the ladies on their knees, sucking on my dick.

Zev forgot he was supposed to rise above everyone and asking someone younger and weaker than him could be humiliating. “You mean ‘making love’? My mother would always bite my father’s shoulder when she wanted to make love with him,” Boris replied. He was no longer stammering. He also began sounding confident in what he was saying. ‘This brat. Does he think he knew more than I do? But really… I wonder if he’s telling the truth,’ Zev told himself. He wanted to know more about how female Weres seduced their mate when they’re in heat to confirm something. Moreover, Layla had already bitten him a few times. He couldn’t help but think whether she was in heat and wanted his help to deal with it or

I huffed, turning to look at the television. “Could you guys turn this off?” I ask my lovely best friends as the show reaches its third sex scene. Ace chuckles “what is it, turning you on or something? Are you seriously t-” he went silent after that and my eyes found his silver blue ones, only to see him looking at my nipples. “The scenes are fresh. I kinda like this BWSM thing. “ Heat rises to my face when they both start laughing. “Listen, it’s completely normal to get turned on by a sex scene,” I defend myself

I feel Dampbell's gaze on my butt but I can't do anything since, first, with the treadmill I can't turn or I would trip and, second, I can't talk since my breathing is labored and the only thing I can focus on is being able to breathe. Minutes later, I don't know how many, Bob slows down until the treadmill is still and tells us to change places, once we are in place he increases the speed again, once he has reached the indicated speed he goes towards a guy he is still training. I see how his muscles tighten as he runs and I see without disguise his round butt, he has more butt than some of the girls, luckily, I have a little more than him thanks to the sport. I watch as he turns his head an

The Conway manor overlooked the city of Silverside; the same city Boris took an oath to protect when he was just a teenager. He was one of the youngest werewolves, only 16 years old at the time, to become an Alpha. He had to admit that he had no idea what he was doing at such a young age, but he was determined to become one of the best Alpha’s and follow in his father’s footsteps.