Harlequin/silhouette Series Romances Novels & Stories

“Slowly, slowly Princess. Look at me as you take them off.” Even in the light, I could see the blush on her cheeks. Her delicate fingers reached for the straps of her dress and then slowly shed them off, revealing a smooth shoulder. I grind my teeth against each other, clenching my hands in a fist. I wanted to run my tongue over that sweet pale skin. Wanted to scrape her skin with my teeth and hear the naughty sounds she would make. Patience, Silas. The black dress slipped down to her waist, revealing her tits. Fucking marvelous tits. Rosy pink nipples stood stiff and hardened. My mouth watered and my fist tightened.

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The phantom pain of Kaelen Thorne's rejection was entirely gone, cauterized by Silas's fire. The silence stretched, tight and peaceful, until a low, rhythmic vibration began to rattle against my ribs. Silas was rumbling. Not a growl of anger, but a deep, resonant rumble of complete, undeniable satisfaction. He slowly pushed himself up, bracing his weight on his forearms, looking down at me. The crimson fire was gone from his eyes, replaced by a dark, soft obsidian that held an intensity so profound it made my breath catch. t

A soft, terrifying luminescence that cut through the smoky air. Silas recoiled, his hydraulic arm twitching. "Mother of Machines," he gasped. "The Violet..." Tristan kicked Saoirse under the table. Hood up! Saoirse pulled the hood back up, plunging her face into shadow. "We have the fire," Tristan said quietly to a stunned Silas. "We just need the path. Give us the schematics, Silas." Silas sat back, wiping sweat from his bald head with his grease-stained apron. He looked at Saoirse with a mixture of terror and reverence.

The silk pieces hit the floor, pooling at my feet like dark ink. I stand naked between them, heart hammering so loudly in my chest I'm sure they can hear it. Three sets of Alpha eyes feast on the sight of my body, each hungry in their own way. I should feel exposed, or humiliated but instead heat coils low and fierce in my core like it's answering the weight of those hungry stares. Lucius moves first. His fingertips trace my collarbone, slow and careful as they work their way lower. When he cups my breast, my breath stutters.

turning into grey rectangles of censored data. Silas Blackwood stepped in front of Kaelen, his gold-and-sapphire skin pulsing with a frantic, protective radiance. He felt the weight of the man’s gaze—it wasn't the gaze of a wolf sizing up prey, but the gaze of a critic looking for a flaw in the prose. "You’re the 'Reader'," Silas whispered, his voice a jagged rasp that resonated through the "Mate Bond."

"They love the girl you used to be. I am the only one who can touch the thing you are now without flinching." Rhea gasped as his hand slid into her hair, pulling her head back. The Hex flared, a blinding wave of lust that felt like drowning in liquid fire. She didn't see Ash’s golden eyes or Zane’s playful smirk. She saw only the dark, hungry void that Silas offered. She reached out, her fingers digging into the scarred leather of his tunic, pulling him toward her. "Show me," she breathed against his lips. "Show me the dark."

The hallway stretched before me, long and dim, and I moved through it with the focused intensity of a wolf locking onto a scent trail. The Moon Goddess's terms. Her curse. The words she'd branded into my mind the night she stole my hearing. I hadn't let myself think about them in months. I'd buried them beneath conquest reports and territorial politics and the careful fiction that I'd accepted my silence. But now they surged back, vivid and burning: You will hear only the voice of your mate, Kael Thorne. And only when you claim her as yours, body, soul, and title, will your full hearing return.

“Higher.” She lifted the hem of the polo and pulled it over her head in one motion. She wore nothing underneath. No bra. No panties. The full map of the afternoon’s violence was visible now—ribs, hips, the softer flesh of her breasts where a glancing blow had left a faint shadow, the dark letters of Kai’s name still inked above her left breast like a brand that had outlasted every attempt to forget it. Raphaël’s breath left him in a short, controlled rush. For one unguarded second his eyes moved over her—the fine lines of a body that had carried three children and still looked like this, the contrast of bruised skin and unbroken beauty—and then he bowed his head sharply and continued the wor

“Quiet. Then I’m going to flip you over and do it again.” The tension tightened quickly. Lila bit the pillow to stay quiet as the orgasm rolled through her, pussy tightening around him in hard pulses. He kept moving through it until her legs shook, then pulled out, rolled her onto her back, and pushed back inside in one smooth motion. He hooked her knees over his elbows and folded her open. The new angle let him drive deeper. His eyes stayed fixed on her, his jaw tense. “Look at me.” She did. He fucked her harder, the headboard tapping the wall in a steady rhythm. When she came the second time her back arched off the mattress and a broken sound escaped her. Roman followed a few strokes later