Inhale Exhale

"now I can finally fly just as I've always dreamed.” Bethany have always been treated as a piece of tattered clothing, a second hand piece of clothing by the those who were meant to be protect and love her. Tessy, the only person who seemed to love her was snatched away from her almost immediately after she came into her life. Now she has to battle with both depression and addiction. Brendan didn’t really care about his status in the society, his nonchalance drove his father to turn his back in him, now he has to battle with finding himself again. Neither of them (Bethany and Brendan) were willing to find love, they cared less about it. Unfortunately, finding love is inevitable.

When the firmament becomes filthy with barbaric bats,And the ground begins to revolt bySputtering out appetizing red liquids and Enticingly galling skeletons.Scamper off to your secure nests, dear humans,And inhale every feeling of protection.For within the space of two heartbeats,The "sanctuary" feeling will be lost In the chaos for tranquility.

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

Two princes. One bond. A forbidden love that could shatter the pack. “I, Myron Rudrah, alpha prince of the Silvermist pack—” His jaw flexed, his chest heaving. For a heartbeat, I thought I’d hear the words that would break me. Then his lips pulled back in a feral snarl. “To hell with this.” And before I could even inhale, his mouth crashed onto mine. Nalini is just an ordinary omega, mistreated by her mistress, until she's given a scholarship into Silvermist academy where she's caught between two Alpha brothers Alpha prince Timothy is suspiciously nice to her and she wonders if it's because of their mate bond or if there's another reason. Alpha prince Myron despises her and bullies her but after finding out she's his mate, he refuses to let his brother have her. Bound by one mate, burned by another—Nalini’s choice could ignite a war.”

A gasp escaped past her lips when she felt his tongue licking her skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Her heart drummed in her ears. Her chin quivering and her body trembling. A jolt of electrifying jolts ran down her body as his lips gave soft feathery kisses on her neck. She was a nervous mush in his arms. "Sweet," He rasped in his deep baritone voice. She stiffened, even more, when his nose caressed her jawline and he inhaled her scent. She was squished against his hard muscular chest and all she could feel and inhale was him. His big veiny hands, his muscular steel-like arms around her waist, and his sinful lips. "Your scent...mhmm... so f*cking addicting," a growl reverberated from his chest. "S...stop," She stuttered. "Shss..." The rough pad of his thumb caressed her lips.

"Let's just say I'm tired of playing games and want to quit this? I want to be close to you because I like you. I want to know if we both like each other or I just misinterpreted your actions?" "No, you're right," she admitted. "But just this afternoon you said I was a complication you didn't need." "Over-analyzing is second nature to me. It helps me more often than I care to count. But not this time." "It doesn't seem like that," she said deliberately. "Maybe you just realized that there is no good chance of success in a relationship with me." "I don't care about the future. The only thing that matters is what's here and what's now." He stepped towards her, then another, until he could almost inhale the scent of her skin. "What can you say, Lara?" He asked hoarsely. "Are you ready to take a risk with me?"

Emily Lawrence always feels like the world wants her to disappear. But when she used the last of her hope, her life changed in an instant. Lucian Montreal, the Alpha King of the powerful Lycan pack in North America, is known for causing trouble. He is wealthy and powerful, and can have anything he wants. But when the royal elders in the pack forced him to remarry, he found himself making a decision for his own sake—marrying the rogue he held captive, the rogue who is no other than his second chance mate. *** "I, Emily Lawrence of the Dark Moon Pack, reject you, Alpha Lucian, of the most disgusting pack, as my mate—" Before she could fully reject him, he thrust into her, penetrating his length until her eyes rolled back, feeling him fit perfectly inside of her. A breathless moan of pleasure escaped her throat. With his every thrust, she had already forgotten her rejection speech and that she hated him. He grunted. One more thrust and she reached the peak of blissful satisfaction. "Dare to reject me again and I’d get you punished more severely than what you could imagine," he growled, turning her exhale into a whimper.

"You need to change your top, I can see your tits, and those are for my eyes only Lilian." His eyes darken seeing my attire. "I don't have time to change Anthony. But I like your possessive tone. So manly, and it makes me feel giddy inside." I dropped my backpack and took his hands to my so-called tits. "This is yours, Anthony," I whispered and wrapped my hands to his neck, and give him a deep moan worthy kiss. He sighed and put his jacket on me. "This is to cover what's mine and you can inhale my jacket, to make you giddier about what I'll do to you tonight." *** Her mother had passed away, and her father abandoned her in front of the orphanage because she was different. Until one day she was adopted by a couple that loved her until their tragic accident. When her stepbrother came back to take care of her, he actually felt something for her. What will he do with that realization and will he help her with all her fears?

"Do I feel like I need someone to warm me up?" He asked in a low voice. He had sat up, and suddenly, they were very, very close. "No," I whispered, staring at my hand that stubbornly attached itself to his chest. I had spent hours touching him, trying to find the worst injuries and treating them. But being face to face, where I could count each individual lash on his eyes, felt kind of intimate. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart if I concentrated hard enough. Without thinking, I stroked his skin softly. He breathed in sharply, and I felt the shudder that ran through him. I felt like I was barely breathing at this point. If I inhale too sharply, something in the air would just snap. "I must admit," He said in a low voice as though it was some kind of confession, "If anyone had ever told me you would be my final undoing, I would never have agreed to allow you become my son's nanny." *** When the ruthless billionaire finds himself falling for the single mother that's supposed to be the nanny of his son, he expects history to repeat itself again. (Possessive, obsessed, nanny, strong female lead, dominating male lead)

"Can I taste you down there?" He said and I swallowed. "I want to claim you." His words disrupted my thoughts and I inhaled in a sharp breath. "When you fell on my hands before practically falling on the floor, I knew I just had to have you." His deep voice reverberated throughout the empty room. He was sounded confident—no he was confident. "Even if it's for a night." “I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to inhale the sharp of your breath as blood rushes through your body. Tell me bunny, are you wet right now?” He asked and I inhaled sharply. He growled. She was Fire, and he wanted to consume every bit of her. It was supposed to be a one night of fun, letting go and celebrating graduation from college. That was all Emma had bargained herself for. He was Gideon, the owner of the biggest club in New York and few other countries. A typical player? No that wasn't the type of man he was, but that didn't mean he didn't mind having some fun occasionally. Or maybe more than occasionally. What then happens when the one night of fun revolves into a forever when an unnerving situation binds both parties together? Would they be able to make the best out of the situation or would it turn out to be a disaster?