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His fingers trail along her spine, teasing, commanding. Then—smack. He spanks her ass, the sharp sound echoing like a thunderclap in the air. Amanda gasps, her entire body jolting. Her legs tremble violently, barely able to hold her up. She’s still trying to recover from the brutal orgasm, her thighs shaking, her heart thundering in her chest. But Adrian doesn’t give her the chance. He presses forward, positioning himself behind her, eyes devouring the way her backside is perfectly arched, waiting, glistening, trembling.

Those footsteps—the ones I’d imagined all night—echoed above and below, threading the air with anticipation. Before I can even contemplate what I’m going to do when I get to the door, I’m already opening it. I can feel my heart start to beat harder and faster as I slowly push the door open. The adrenaline coursing threw my veins. The scent here Is so much more intoxicating. The scent is making my mouth water while the sweat on my body increases. Whatever it Is smells of pecan and waffles. Fenrir, my counterpart is trying to take over, I can feel him forcing the shift so we can quickly find the intoxicating scent however I push him back to the far part of my mind. If we force a shift it will

Her legs were shaking but I wasn't even doing anything. To be honest, I just wanted to pleasure her, I was deriving no pleasure from this at all. I sucked, licked, softly bit and fingered her all at once. Her moans were everywhere. She dug her nails into my hair, begging me not to stop.. I increased my finger pacing along side with my tongue. I felt her shiver, then her body froze and she exploded. I licked her clean and then looked up at her with a smirk. "I can't believe you're gay", she said panting.

I looked down at Cain just as his eyes opened. His hands grabbed my arm quicker than my eyes could register his movements and, before I knew it, his mouth had latched onto my arm. I gasped feeling his teeth pierce the skin, the white-hot pain of him doing so made me see spots in my vision. I hovered over him as I struggled to even catch my breath. The feeling of his lips against my skin and his mouth sucking the blood from my arm was one I couldn't describe as anything other than painfully exhilarating. Cain's eyes were nearly pitch black as they glazed over, focused on nothing other than the task at hand.

In a blur, he was in front of them, ripping the dead deer off the table so violently it shattered the glass wall of the beach house. “What the fuck?!” he growled, voice coated in rage. My stomach twisted in knots at the scene. Blood splattered. The pungent, raw smell of dead flesh hung thick in the air. A few of his men had been feeding—right on the kitchen counter, the same damn kitchen that shared an open space with the living room. “We were only hungry… that’s all,” one of them mumbled, heads bowed low. Their fear was visible. They trembled like leaves in a storm. Of course they did—he was Abaddon, after all.

Eden who is famous for his power and power throughout the pack in the Scandinavia area is also known as the loneliest Alpha, having not met the Luna. Whereas Moon Goddess always gives every Alpha a clue about the existence of the eternal partner of the Werewolf pack leader in the alpha's adolescence. The clue is a mark on the forehead of each Werewolf that will shine when near his Mate. Only valid at Gamma level in blue, Beta in green and Alpha in gold. Likewise, the Mate will emit a similar beam. Not finding Luna as his Mate keeps Eden in another Alpha threat, in order to seize Eden's power and declare absolute power if he defeats Eden. One of them is Yagur, the Alpha whose territory is clo

Although they were identical, they could still be differentiated, Adaline had charcoal black hair, very long reaching the middle of her buttocks, dark soulless eyes that could never let out a smile or emotion, all it did was look and close for a night of sleep. Adele had chocolate brown hair, which was just in the middle of her back, wavy and shiny, she had light brown eyes that shone brightly whenever she smiled heartily in contentment. Inside a bedroom that gave off a girlish vibe, it was painted in cream and gold and a touch of peach, a very wide room with a walk-in closet. On the queen-size bed, two figures sat on the bed while the older one tries to pacify the younger who was nothing bu

She looked up at the high ceiling, feeling a profound sense of purpose, of rightness. Adrian knelt beside her. He opened a pot of deep, cerulean blue paint. It was thick, viscous. He dipped his entire hand into it, his fingers disappearing into the cool, blue goo. He didn't use a brush. He brought his paint-covered hand to her stomach and smeared it across her skin in a wide, sweeping arc. The shock of the cold, wet paint made her gasp, a sharp intake of breath. The sensation was strange and incredibly arousing, the contrast of the cool paint and her hot, flushing skin sending shivers of pleasure through her.

The words I hate you rise in my throat but I keep it there, I have just had the best finger fucking and I am not ruining the atmosphere for anything else. “I will be gone for a very long time this time around” he says after a while, his finger caressing my swollen pussy slowly. “Where to?” “You do not need to bother yourself with that, Adeline,” he rasps out, “just be a good girl for me, okay?” Before I can even answer, his fingers fill my walls again and I throw my head back as pleasure surges through me once again.