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‘’Jet and I had sex last night, this morning and I’m literally still craving more. Trisha looked at me wide-eyed, probably not expecting that to be what I stopped her to say. She clears her throat. ‘’I think that’s just healthy behaviour?’’ ’’Except I’m craving sex like I haven’t had it in months!’’ ‘’Oh…’’ I watched as realization crossed her face. ‘’You’re only half human now Freya so… werewolves are hot blooded beings. Nothing to worry about, that’s a good thing!’’ She winked while getting on her horse.

"Oh god, you feel so good. So fucking good." He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Emma," Damien commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock." I keened, my body convulsing as I rode the wave of pleasure, my orgasm crashing over me in a rush of sensation. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

Only when I’d hauled Kaelen into an empty corridor did I finally stop, gasping for breath. “Miss Elara, grabbing a man’s hand the moment you meet him might be a bit forward.” That was when I realized I was still holding onto him for dear life. “Sorry! I’m sorry.” I immediately let go. “No harm done.” Kaelen’s lips curved into a small smile. I had to admit, this werewolf was ridiculously good-looking, much more than many Golden Lycans. “I need to tell you something,” I said. “Hm?” “I’m… actually pregnant with another werewolf’s pup!”

His eyes were pure black with lust, staring down at where we were joined, my hole stretched obscenely around his thickness. “Look at that greedy little cunt swallowing me whole,” he said, voice rough. “Been pretending to be tough on the field, but you’re just a needy omega hole waiting to be filled. Gonna keep you leaking my seed all season. No one else touches you.” He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a messy kiss, tongue fucking me while his hips kept slamming forward. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, nails digging into his broad back. Pleasure built fast, my cock trapped between our abs and rubbing against his hard ridges until I couldn’t hold back.

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

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Hearing him say that, she suddenly averted her gaze from staring at him. She shyly waved her hand to start a conversation: "Can your eyes change color?" "Why do you know?" She did not hide it: "Actually last night I saw your eyes were red." Last night he thought she was unconscious, and probably wouldn't remember anything. But he guessed wrong, she did not lose consciousness but still remembered everything clearly. Because he is a werewolf, when he walks out in the dark, his eyes will turn red. It seems that she has doubts about his identity. She already knew anyway, he shrugged: "Just as you thought."

She loved Farida’s bubbly personality and she was sure that working with her for the next couple of weeks would be fun. “Great. Now let’s begin with the inventory. Some customers will be stopping by today to pick up a few pieces and we will…” As Farida continued talking, Erin couldn’t help but be drawn once again to the giant wolf painting that featured a werewolf with an uncanny resemblance to her. Now that she has seen Devon in person, she knew without a shred of doubt that he was the male werewolf in the painting. But how could he have known her? He may not have a remarkable face, but Erin was sure that if she had ever met him before, either in human or wolf form, she would have recognize