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she held my hand and look at me “ Professor Lukas is an alpha of this pack and also the owner of the school. He has never been with any female from what I heard and from the way you explain your ordeal with him. It shows you are his mate” She said and I shake my head “ No no it can't be, a murderer can't be my mate. He is the one that killed my father. It can't be” tears roll down my eyes and Mel came to clean it up

I sigh in frustration. Seriously, what is wrong with me? How can I both fear and fantasize about sleeping with the same goddamn man? God help me, for my brain isn't making any goddamn sense! I'm acting like a hunter wanting to sleep with the werewolf she swore to murder! Hayden Archer. Beautiful. Sexy. Dark. And also absolutely terrifying.

All modesty’s just flown off the window. His name is Hunter and it takes a snap of his beautiful fingers for my vagina to weep. And nothing—not even this cotton barrier underneath—will stop the arousal from trickling down my thighs.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Shaun elegantly placed a piece of steak into his mouth and chewed on it, his thin lips curling into a wicked smile. He said it too bluntly, but instead of getting angry from embarrassment, Hannah smiled. She grew up in a foreign country, so her personality was bold and unrestrained. She was not a prude at all. “I really want you to sleep with me, but I heard that you—” “I’m cured.” Shaun swallowed the steak and confidently interrupted her. “Really?” Hannah’s eyes lit up. Her leg immediately crawled up his calf restlessly. “Let me try.” Shaun’s hands holding the knife and fork stiffened as an imperceptible trace of disgust flashed across his eyes.

I shift discreetly as I try to work my boner into a comfortable position. "Look, Ben, I'm not a child. I might be young, but I know what I want. I have killed. I have tortured living people. I know whether or not I am ready to share my body with someone. So if you think I am rushing things, I'm not," Sasha says in her bossy/stubborn voice that I have heard her use before. I softly chuckle, and her stare turns into a glare. I raise my hands' palms up to show my surrender.

Hunter commands. The woman nods, standing with a lazy confidence, her naked curves glowing under red lights. She thumbs the corner of her mouth as if wiping a drop of cum before sauntering off. Hunter adjusts his pants, buckling his belt as he approaches Sandra—who instinctively steps back. Right into me. I don’t let her move. Hunter stops before her, his gaze sliding to mine as he speaks past her. “Is this a new treat?” His dark voice sends another shiver through her. His eyes rake over her clothed body, assessing.

It has always been perfect, until it wasn't. Do I tell her everything? Every single thing? The way Hunter was with me, how he acts during sex, how it's tolerable when he's sober, but sick when he's not. Do I tell Ellie that Hunter fucked me breathless, that he chokes me, possibly with murderous intent, during sex? The way he drives me all the way to the edge, doing the sickest things to me, just to get his dick hard? Do I show Ellie my scars that I had taken so much time to hide away?

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

As she opened her eyes, as she glanced down, Sasha Forster discovered there was still enough of him exposed that she withdrew her hand from her sex and wrapped her fingers around his exposed skin. “Oh gods, Sasha—” the Shadow Alpha gasped. So delicious. This was so delicious. Even Katharine cannot contend with Sasha’s mouthful of skills. “Have you always been this good at swallowing people?” He held down the urge to smile, to remain poker-faced despite being on the verge of roaring in pleasure. “Yes.” She smiled at his one hell of a double-meaning question. She pumped his cock with her hand for a couple of strokes before swallowing him back, welcoming him again in the wideness of her mouth,