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She lit a match. Held it above a folded paper: > Rafael’s Final Access Code. One that could still unlock something else, something he never showed anyone. She burned it. Not because she didn’t want to know. But because she finally didn’t need to.

Maggie shook her head. “Give me your test,” Lincoln snatched it out of her hand, pulled it out of the wrapper, but before he could look at the results for her, she snatched it back. “No, I want to look.” She glared at him. “Then do it.” Lincoln crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, you’re right, I am being silly, here it goes.” Maggie raised the test up and her eyes went wide. “It’s positive.” She gasped, and all of her nerves floated away. “It’s positive.” She repeated; this time she smiled. “Guys, it’s positive.” She squealed getting happier by the second.

I can see her nipples pressing against the fabric, hard little peaks begging for attention, and I smell her arousal when she walks past me, that sweet, musky scent that makes my cock twitch in my pants. I let her read every page. Safe word, limits, punishments, rewards. The contract involves bondage, impact play, sensory deprivation, and oral worship on demand. I watch her pupils dilate as she scans the words, her breathing growing shallow, and I notice how she shifts in the chair, her thighs rubbing together subtly as she grows wetter with every clause she absorbs. When she signs, her hand trembles but stays steady enough, and something possessive and primal roars to life inside me, a fierc

Revelations Damien’s POV “D—dad. I didn’t see you there.” I stammered “That doesn’t answer my question. Do you know what this is?” Dad started. “The power this thing emanates is likened to that of an eldershard crystal. This thing is very dangerous and even more than that, it’s very rare. So I would like to know where you found it.” “It’s complicated.” “What if I ground you for a year. Would that make things less complicated?”

Young-Jae's hands furiously worked on the keyboard of his laptop, a cigarette clasped between his teeth, and his brows furrowed together into a frown. He was ordering a few accessories for himself, more specifically for his next Livestream. He pulled the cigarette out to blow the smoke out of his mouth as he leaned back in his chair putting it off on the ashtray kept by his side.

Beautiful and terrifying, even unconscious. I grabbed his laptop from the nightstand, shoved in the first drive. Password protected, of course. But I knew this one too—he’d typed it into his phone in front of me once when he thought I wasn’t looking. My own name, lowercase, no spaces: irene. The drive opened. Battle plans, troop movements, weaknesses in every allied and enemy pack for the last eight years. Every victory. Every slaughter. Everything that could bring Silvercrest—Ironfang now—to its knees if it fell into the wrong hands.

The excitement stirred by the full moon burned through me, making it harder and harder to hold myself back. We kissed, urgent and possessive. I could clearly feel something inside me waking up, a deep need being stirred, and his breathing grew heavier. Without me noticing when, his lips slid to the side of my neck. That was when I realized he was trying to mark me! I opened my mouth to protest, but in the next instant, a sharp, searing pain exploded deep inside my skull. It shot down my spine, and I collapsed into his arms. The moonlight caught his face, and I saw the shock in his eyes.