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She then picked a basket of nail care. As they ate, listened to the songs, they would look up to check on the game every now and then. Keenan scooped up some spaghetti and placed it on Dawn’s plate. He also placed two pieces of meatballs. “Thanks.” She muttered softly. Carissa saw this and nudged Jasmin. “Just look.” “Aww.. they’re really cute together..” Since Dawn noticed that Keenan seemed to like spicy food, she put bicol express on his plate. Keenan smiled. That was the first time that she did this for him.

I tell Alonso and he takes a moment before answering back. "So you like that one?" He asks me back after taking a moment. "Yes. Seems different and rough and-" Just like that, Dawn gives me partial control and I see Thunder's eyes flicker for a moment. I see the familiar black eyes. He smirks at me before sinking his teeth but not too deep. My neck is covered in bite marks at this point and every time he does that, the screams coming out of me is through sheer pleasure.

To his right sat his one and only son, Damien. I kept my eyes down as I approached them, setting plates in front of the guests with practiced efficiency. No eye contact. Don't speak unless spoken to. Be invisible. "Ah, perfect timing," Alpha Magnus said as I set his plate before him. "Thank you, girl." Not my name. Just "girl." I nodded and turned to serve Damien. His scent hit me, hard. Pine and rain and something darker, wilder. My hands trembled ever so slightly as I put his plate down, careful enough not to let it clatter.

I replied back as I stood up, watching him do the same and we walked out the door in search of our mate. We walked to the room that she was showering in and knocked. “Yes?” She had called out. “It’s your mates, Sapphire.” Onyx replies and opens the door only to suck in a quick breath. I look at her and see her in nothing but a pair of boxers. My dragon grumbles at her, possibly wearing another man's clothes and forces us forward. “Whose clothes are you wearing, mate?” Onyx asked her. She doesn’t even cover herself when we walk in.

"I must do it, Darian. I have to end this today." I placed my hands firmly on my hips, turning my gaze out toward the courtyard. I projected my voice loudly, making sure they all heard me. "If you are found to use any form of dishonorable tricks or hidden weapons during this challenge, Onyx, the consequences will be grave. I will personally ensure it." Onyx didn't even bother to look at me properly. He just casually gave me his middle finger. I gritted my teeth hard at the blatant insult, my wolf foaming at the mouth to rip his throat out.

He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” #steamy #forbidenromance #alphafemale #seduction #omega #primaldesire #hardcore #agegap #olderwomanxyoungerman #surrender Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Maya groans softly. She rubs her thighs together as she stares at the full moon from her luxurious bed.

Maids came foward dishing their meal. "Guys, Didn't you notice the tension I'm sensing!?" Onyx asked and eyes fell on him. "I just asked a question, I'm not an interviewer!" He shrugged. "What's the difference!" Scar rolled her eyes. "What tension are you talking about!" Vixen asked. "Godfather and the Don. Ion know what could be the problem but I sense trouble coming!" Onyx replied. "How were you able to predict that, are you a seer!" Lila asked and he chuckled.

Her awareness melds with mine, her excitement washing through me, and slowly we spin around to see Onyx. His dark eyes focus on me, his chest heaving up and down as he takes a step closer. My chest feels like it is growing larger by the minute until he gets close enough and I catch his scent. His soft aroma of eucalyptus and rosemary hits my nose and everything he has done, every wrong, every lie, is lost in the light that blinds me in sheer excitement. “Mate.” Onyx whispers with a happy sigh. “My. Mate.”

**That Evening – The Dorm** Dinner in the vast oak-beamed hall was its own special kind of torture, the kind that clawed at every heightened sense the bond had sharpened in me overnight. Long trestle tables groaned under platters of roasted spiced chicken glistening with herbs, buttered root vegetables steaming in earthen bowls, and fresh-baked rye bread still warm from the ovens—the scents thick and savory, normally comforting but tonight clashing violently with the rose-pine-iron cocktail bleeding from my skin despite two fresh applications of Lila’s strongest blockers.

Alinta cried with tears running down, wincing at the sudden jerk of her hair, quickly silencing her. "Shh, shh, my vixen, let me explore and feel you, I promise I will not go too far," Onyx growled, then kissed the corner of her mouth and grazed his fingernails against the bumps of her ribs. She could feel his hand traveling higher just below her breast. Alinta was becoming lightheaded and started seeing black around her eyes, her body weakened as though it was shutting down from the panic attack.