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20 Addictive Alpha/Omega tales in One Volume ~~~ Heat. Desire. Forbidden cravings. In the world of Alphas and Omeas, instincts rule, and once the heat begins, there’s no escaping it. A sweet omega’s first heat pushes her protective stepbrother Alpha past the edge of temptation. A young omega discovers her body’s dangerous attraction to every Alpha around her, from her brother’s best friend to the irresistible mechanic down the street. A desperate college student risks everything to seduce her cold billionaire Alpha boss for a final-year project. From brooding professors and possessive bikers to ranchers, single dads, ruthless dukes, and enemies who can’t resist each other’s sce

Soft. Sweet. Addictive. God. I wanted her more than I should. More than was safe. And the worst part? It wasn’t only lust. If it were just lust, this would’ve been easier. But Isabella made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years. Things I buried a long time ago. The last woman who made me feel this way was Selene. Amelia’s mother. My jaw tightened instantly at the thought of her. That woman nearly destroyed me once.

The robe slipped off her shoulders and puddled at her feet. She stood completely bare before me—bold, shameless, breathtaking. My heart thundered. My hands shook. Marianne was older, but her body was fierce and sensual—soft curves, tight waist, perfect full breasts with dusky nipples that peaked under my gaze. I reached for her like I was drowning. Our mouths crashed. It wasn’t a kiss—it was hunger, war, need. Her lips were warm and tasted like wine and secrets. She moaned into my mouth, clutching at my hair as I grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against me.

17 VIKTOR She was mine, completely and utterly. But I knew the truth. No matter how tightly I held her, no matter how deeply I pulled her into my darkness, there was always the risk that she would break free. And if she did… I would destroy her. 18 SABRINA There was a coldness in Viktor’s touch, even when it was meant to be warm. His fingers would graze my skin, leaving trails of possession instead of affection. Yet, I leaned into it, craved it. It wasn’t love—at least, not the kind of love I’d once dreamed about.

Seraphine didn’t discriminate. It was highly likely that the books here were put without his knowledge. Kayden wasn’t the man to read at the library. The library could just be here for the sake of it. Not contemplating further about this, she skimmed through the title of the novels. A lot of new ones have been released over the period of five years, and not being able to choose, she randomly grabbed one. From the title, it was a romance between a prisoner of war and a duke. This did some intriguing to Seraphine. Even if she knew it was going to have a sadomasochistic premise, judging from the title and the small snippet, she was still drawn in.

Moraine “Well, well,” Kylian said, voice laced with dark amusement. “It looks like our sweet Moraine is in heat.” The words struck me hard, that wasn’t possible. I’d never been driven into “heat”, not even when my ex thought aphrodisiac would be a good way to ignite my wild side. I knew I was horny as fuck; but yeah this was different. I pulled my mouth away from Brayden’s neck just enough to stare at Kylian, my chest heaving, skin burning hotter than I had ever felt before. Sweat beaded on my forehead and trickled slowly down my spine.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

hot, demanding, tasting like coffee and mint. His hands would slide roughly under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he ground his hard cock against me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, hear his low, desperate groans every time he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely. My legs would shake around his waist while he fucked me hard and fast, sweat slick on our skin, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name. Those nights left me sore, satisfied, and completely fucking his. Now we barely even touched each other except for quick kisses when we passed each other in the morning. Sometimes, he would text “I miss you” late at night from different countries

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.