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I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

His voice had dipped lower, rich and dangerous, like it had been dipped in heat and steel. A shiver ran down my spine. Heat curled low in my stomach, traitorous and wild. My nipples tightened beneath my baggy T-shirt, and I silently cursed my body for betraying me at the worst possible time. Then his next words rolled out like a slow, torturous tease; “Are you… catching feelings for me, Miss Anderson?”

She only looked more confused. “I don’t understand. Aren’t we here because he invited you?” she asked. I rolled my eyes. I’d explain everything once we were out of here or better still…now. “Yeah. But I don’t want to talk to him right now and—” I exhaled, lowering my voice. “I overheard some girls today. Apparently, there’s news circulating that I’m his girlfriend.” Harper chuckled. “What?” “I know. It’s ridiculous, and I can’t help thinking Jaxon is actually fueling it. He keeps being nice in public and making—”

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I kept my eyes forward, cheeks burning, the sticky heat of his cum still slipping out of me with every step. We walked back down the corridor and into the dark theater as if we had only stepped out for air. The movie was still playing. We returned to our seats in the back corner. Dominic’s hand settled once more on my thigh, proprietary and calm, while the actors continued their polished romance on the screen. I sat beside him in the flickering light, body still throbbing, the secret mess of our joining cooling between my legs, and understood that he had meant every word. It was nothing to him. And somehow that only made the heat in my blood burn hotter.

Explicit Desires: Raw Heat Story 4: fucked raw by the Alpha we Drugged Chapter 1 I told them it was a bad idea. I told them it was dangerous. That Alpha Rylan would kill us if he ever found out. That no Omega in their right mind should drug the strongest wolf in the territory just because their heat was cooking them alive. They didn’t listen.

“That’s a shame. What do you do when you’re not delivering pizza?” “Gym, maybe video games or fixing cars. Normal guy stuff.” “So tell me your favorite movies, worst date story, what you’ll do with a million dollars.” I asked smiling. He answered easily, laughing at my teasing questions. The conversation flowed and he was funny in a quiet, dry way that made me forget Mark for a while. After ten minutes I felt the heat rising again. “God, it’s so hot in here,” I said, fanning myself. I grabbed the bottom of my tank top and pulled it off in one smooth motion.

I never thought I’d be that girl. But here I was, at my boyfriend Harrison’s 19th birthday party, wearing the tiny black skirt he always got hard over and a tight white crop top that barely covered my tits. His parents were out of town, so the house was full of loud music, cheap beer, and way too many of his basketball buddies. There were about ten guys total, plus a couple of girls who mostly hung around the kitchen.

Anything. Aaron’s hands were everywhere, rough and insistent. He gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cool granite biting into her bare thighs as her short dress hiked up dangerously high. The pink lace thong was exposed again, damp from her earlier masturbation and the dream’s lingering heat. He stepped between her legs, forcing them apart with his hips, and she felt it—the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core through his jeans. “Aaron… we can’t,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice a shaky whisper. But even as she said it, her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more friction.

Their eyes filled with disdain as they roamed all over my body-my tits, ass and almost open snatch. "You lost, bitch?" The one with a buzz cut and massive swinging melons asked, smirking. "That hotel is across town. And why the hell are you naked, are you one of us?" "I... went to a party and kinda blacked out." I muttered weakly, shifting my weight on my heels. "Ooohh, you got fucked silly and drunk, huh? You were totally dumped, eh? " The red haired one cackled, her huge racks bouncing.