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The steam swirled around us, the heat was suffocating, and the pleasure was blinding. I leaned forward, biting the nape of her neck, licking the water off her skin. She reached back, her nails digging into my ass, urging me deeper, harder, faster. "Cum inside me again," she begged. "Fill me up with your cousin juice. Make me pregnant, Alex." The dirty talk, the absolute taboo of it, snapped the last thread of my sanity. The idea of breeding her, of leaving a permanent mark of our sin, sent me over the edge.

I answered, my voice frail, my body desperate. "Fucking you is all I think about." My breath clenched, my clit twitched painfully. I saw his face contort into something darker, he wanted me badly, just as much as I wanted him. I can't be a good girl anymore, not when these devilish eyes are staring back at me. "Then do it, claim me Frederico, fuck me, make me yours."

Until he can find a mate, he has to stay next to me or he could get killed. Werewolves are like animals, we think with our bodies first before our senses. We are primitive and very aggressive. Rex is unlike any werewolf I know. He is quiet, smart and never angry. He is the one that can help me right now. I hit his door loudly, knowing he wouldn't be in the meeting. Omegas aren't allowed in meetings. They are treated as less than, not equals.

Her voice, slurred with pleasure, carried down the corridors, shameless and unrestrained. Oh, not again! A growl rumbled in my chest and my feet took the stairs two at a time, anger pounding in my veins. Freya was a lot like me. She was a sex lover, almost a sex freak. She took pride in going down with strong male pack mates who were very skilled in driving her to the peak of sexual pleasure with their manhood. At first, I rarely complained or chastised her as she hasn't found her mate yet; so far she doesn’t allow incapable disgusting werewolves have their way with her.

As they were all werewolves, it was their nature to be dominant and animalistic. They were fighting to take control. As Elsa’s gaze slid sideway for a second, she saw as a group of woman had pinned down a lone wolf and were assaulting her the same way that they were assaulting Maya. The woman underneath them was struggling and snapping at them like an animal but her strength was nothing compared to the group of women that had overpowered her and were now feasting on her body. Elsa’s gaze went back to her new discovery. Her thumb slid down to that hole. She pinched Maya’s clit and then her index finger slid down to that tiny hole. She massaged the tiny pee hole softly.

Katie Clyde answered after pondering for some time. The Old man's face became grim; that treacherous king of demons had escaped hell to be a lackey of someone. "Who is your boyfriend?" the Old man asked. Katie pondered for a long time before saying, "A werewolf." The old man burst into laughter before his face turned cold, and a chilling killing intent seeped out of his body, making Katie Clyde's face turn pale. He snorted coldly, "You may now die now." He was about to snap his fingers when Katie Clyde suddenly disappeared. His lips curled, and he taunted, "Marcus, how long will you keep running?"

He murmured pulling his hand out of her, I assumed Abigail was holding his hand while he slept, but Abigail wasn't here, she wasn't here yet. Zion babbled and waved his hand, asking for his mother's. And I did what Abigail would do, give him my hand. His hand is so small, so soft and delicate, he squeezes my hand, and he calms down, sighs and continues sleeping. It's strange for me to be able to bring peace of mind to other people, being a werewolf I never thought I would have that effect, quite the opposite. I feel a tingling in my hand, like a weak current of energy, a tingling, it's strange, my body begins to feel slightly heavy, dull, without vitality. And the tingling intensifies and I

he rumbled a laugh. “Do you even know how to be serious?” I rolled my eyes. “How do we fix us? How did this happen?” He paused his chewing. “Honestly, Prissy Pants, I don’t know. I’ve never heard of this happening before in werewolf history.” I began to panic. “I don’t think I can live another day in this sex craved body,” I yelped. “There are so many naked photos of women on your bedroom wall that every time I look at them, the thing in your pants gets out of hand.”

The smell of her makes my wolf crazed with lust for is mate. Her face is replaced in my mind with the image of the werewolf girl who I hold captive in the basement. I pound on mercilessly and her tight walls grip my cock harder with each thrust. I am close to coming as the pressure from my assault on her back passage adds to the intensity of her cunt. She hasn’t felt this good in a long time. I close my eyes so I don’t have to look at her sweaty red face and grip her throat tightly in one hand, her choked sobs are heard over the slap of my balls against her arse cheeks. I imagine just how good the werewolf is going to feel as I brutally fuck Miriam. Her screams of agony just add to my enjoym

I paused with my cooking and turned to her with a look that said, are you serious? "How can you have no shame? Some things are to be left unsaid", I shook my head as I was rebuking my daughter. She smirked and hit my shoulder, saying “sex is a good thing, Leo. Don’t be shy!! All werewolves are sex addicts.” I couldn't help but to laugh. She was right. Werewolves are the horniest species in the supernatural world. We both laughed. I went back to my cooking and decided not to answer her questions, but this woman did not stop.