Heat Waves Dnf

“Part your legs and show me what I own, wife,” Ethan commanded, the phone still connected to his ears. The way he said ‘wife’ sent a sensual thrill chasing down my spine. He said it like it was a personal fantasy of his—the filthiest pleasure he could imagine. And I knew Asher was on the line, listening to this. Listening to US. I obeyed, parting my legs just enough for the cool air to brush against my skin. I felt the power roll off Ethan, the waves of desire as if controlling me, and Asher aroused a different side of his dominance. With my heightened wolf senses, I picked up the faintest grunt and growl from the phone, and my body responded, my core throbbing with need. The misery of wanting a fated mate and chosen mate, both at once, of wanting something so badly even though I knew it was wrong and debauched and compelling. —— When Sage Laurent was sold into the marriage with Alpha Ethan Blackwood, little did she know that she’d found her fated mate. But it was not Ethan Blackwood. It was Asher Knight, Alpha Ethan’s Beta, and soon Sage realised that the Moon Goddess had put her in a very precarious position. What happens when she is drawn to both of them? Sage never imagined that the most perilous thing she would face wasn’t the dangers of the pack—but the risk of falling for them both.

“Please.” Lea whimpered when Manuel withdrew his hand. “Tell me, baby girl. Did your so-called mate make you feel this good? Hmmm?” Manuel whispered huskily. His deep baritone voice sent a pleasurable shiver down Lea’s spine. She shook her head repeatedly, arching her back in desperation and silently asking for more. “Words baby girl. Say what you want and I won’t stop until you trap my tongue deep within your hot core.” Waves of pleasure washed through Lea, her core aching with an unbearable need. Her eyes flashed a steely blue of her wolf’s, her claws extending and digging into the bed. “Just do it, dammit!!” She growled. ****************************Lea had been the Luna of the White cloud pack for five years until the Mafia don, Manuel, Alpha of the Dark Storm pack, stormed into her pack and claimed her as his outrageously. He was confident, oozing with dominance and knew exactly what he wanted. Her. He swept her off her feet and she fell harder than an avalanche on a stormy night. But just like every other too-good-to-be-true love story, things were not as they seem. Alpha Manuel surely had some deadly secrets. Will Lea be able to handle her Alpha’s truth? Or will knowing why he chose her break her beyond repair? Book one and book two will be merged in this book.

The day before our wedding, my fiancé invites our family onto a cruise ship. He says he wants to test the authenticity of my feelings for him. He shoves my mother off the ship when the waves are at their choppiest. Then, he jumps into the water, too. I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. I panic, not knowing what to do. My mother had already choked on a lot of water, but she pushed me away weakly. She cried, "Save Adrian first! He can't swim!" However, after I drag Adrian Lawson onto land and go back for my mother, I find that she's already stopped breathing. Adrian watches me cry, his expression frosty. "Drop the act. Your mother was a swimmer when she was younger—how can she be dead? I can't believe you didn't save me first. "Vi is right—you don't love me enough. Our wedding is postponed. It'll happen only after you've reflected on your mistakes and I've received an apology from you and your mother." After that, he leaves while holding Vivian Sinclair's hand. He doesn't know that my mother can no longer swim after a major illness a few years back. He's shoved her to her death.

It took one lie for Adelina Delgado to convince the world that she remembers nothing about him; Jonathan McCurby, the fiancé she had before she slipped into a coma that left her in a minimal state of consciousness for three years. Love turned into anger, frustration and eventually, hate. It was what she told herself to feel whenever she saw him. But, unlucky her. Her mouth could deny all it wanted, but her body would always give her away. Her resolve cracked. Heat surged through her body. The tension was immense. Her imaginations ran wild. The familiar scent left her insensible. She was slowly melting away, sandwiched between the wall and his hard frame, and he hadn’t even touched her. Yet.

I went on holiday intending to forget everything about my failed college admission. Instead, the heat stripped me bare, stolen looks that turned into touches, touches that into desires .With him, every desire wasn’t rushed; it simmered, built in shared rooms until restraint felt like a lie we were both tired of telling. What we did there was indulgent and dangerous, a secret written on my body before I ever said his name out loud. I knew it couldn’t last. I knew what it cost. But in that borrowed place, I let myself want him fully and it became the best holiday of my life, because for once, I didn’t stop something that felt so good.

"I hate you with the last blood running in my veins." She added, breathing heavily. The king stood up while the iron was placed beside her so as the heat to disturb her. "I hate you too." He blurted and watched her pass out. *** He is the reason she became an orphan. It is said that her father is the reason he became an orphan too…and the reason the werewolves and the Lycans became enemies. But she ended up with him on her eighteenth birthday, and there, they found out they were mates. His hatred for her is vivid. She is his forbidden mate, but her body is like a medicine to him. What happens when she finds out she was pregnant for the stranger she had a one-night stand with?

I thought Christmas had already broken me. Betrayal, loss, and a miscarriage that shattered everything I’d built. So I did the only reckless thing a heart in ruins could do: closed my eyes, jabbed a finger at a map, and bought a ticket to wherever it landed. No plan. No hope. Just a wounded heart running from the wreckage. I wanted quiet. Snow. A place to breathe and heal. I found him instead. A man who feels too wild for this world, all heat and muscle and dark, hungry eyes. He kisses like he’s claiming something. Touches like he’s learning every secret my body holds. His strength borders on impossible. His presence, addictive. He calls me his naughty little Christmas gift. And every time he drags his mouth down my throat, I forget every reason I had to stay guarded. But the deeper I fall, the stranger things become. The room around him feels alive. The night listens when he speaks. His eyes flash with an animal glow that shouldn’t exist, and the sound he makes when he’s holding back, low, guttural, trembling the air between us doesn’t belong to any man. I should run. Ask questions. Save myself. But I’m far too gone. Even willing to be ruined by whatever he is. So I ignore the question whether I’m losing my mind, or whether the fear curling beneath the heat is real. And let him keep unwrapping me like the gift he thinks I am. Because whatever lives inside him…it’s the first thing that’s made me feel alive again.

Tristan is an alpha, strong and silent, with control over everything around him, he only screws omegas, everyone knows that, he is a perfectionist, everyone knows that, Dylan Harper is the only assistant he tolerates, everyone knows that, but what everyone doesn’t know is Tristan is the Alpha under Dylan’s sheets. Dylan is just a beta, kind and invisible. When they’re forced together by work, tension builds between them, but Dylan knows his place. Alphas don’t look at betas like him. There’s no room for dreams or hope. But after waking up one day with an Alpha under his sheets, Dylan starts to wonder if he’s been wrong about everything. Will he remain just a shadow to Tristian, or is there more to his story? ••• Tristan’s breath was steady, but I could feel the tension in the air between us. I stood too close. My fingers brushed against his arm, just enough to make the heat between us undeniable. “Don’t…” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. But I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. His presence was too much, too magnetic. My body hummed with a hunger I didn’t know how to quiet. His eyes locked with mine, intense, searching, like he knew what I was feeling before I did. “You’re too close,” he whispered. I stayed silent, caught between the urge to pull away and the need to be closer. His breath, warm on my skin, made it harder to think. “Do you intend to trigger your heat again, my pretty little thing?” He breathed out and I could have climaxed right there and then.

Enzo Romano, what you do to me means nothing to you. But to me, your touch burns, Enzo Romano. It hurts! In a month and a few days, this round will be over, and we will each go our own way. You will go back to your stable life, to your lover who was always there. And me? I will go back with a huge emptiness in my chest, with a hole in my heart that aches like I am cursed! Who is going to pay the price in the end, Enzo? Huh? ********* "Enzo!" I breathed heavily, the heat burning in my throat. Damn, what is he doing? "Shhh. Stay like this for a moment, Celine. Please." He whispered with a faint voice, mixed with a strange madness, while I felt his chin rest on top of my head, his hot breath sneaking into my hair. "Enzo, what are you doing?" A tremble crept into my voice, and the heat rushed through me, making me feel dizzy! It was like my stomach tightened hard, as if I had suddenly caught a deadly disease! "Let me see it, Celine." He whispered, leaning his head more, his panting breath touching my bare shoulder, hitting the sensitive spot near my neck! "Enzo." I whispered his name like I was breathing him in, my eyes closed, and all the walls I built around myself started to fall without any fight! "Do not say my name like that, Celine." His voice shook just like mine did, as if we drowned in the same whirlpool, but why? He has a whole life. He already has a lover. A perfect woman, steady in his world, someone who does not shake and does not break. So why then is he playing with me?

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. "I'm home." Dean Woodland left two years ago without a word or sound and now he is back to bring his belongings with him.