Jackson Riggs Naked

His rough hand slid up my bare thigh, parting my knees, rushing delicious heat through my body. “Don't look at me like that,” he growled, his mouth grazing the corner of mine. “Unless you want me to show you how a king worships his queen, little fawn.” … Mute and wolf-less, Liora had always been the shadow in her own home, treated as nothing more than a servant. Besides endless labor, her blood was drained to cure her stepsister’s strange illness. When rogues threatened their pack, her father made the cruelest choice: he offered Liora to the monstrous Lycan King, Cassian Veyraith. A man whispered to take pleasure in death. Dragged to King's bed, naked and trembling, Liora braced herself for death. However, the moment Cassian's eyes met hers, she realized nothing was as it seemed…

"Congratulations, you're pregnant.'' Allie widened her eyes, mouth agape as she stared at the doctor in front of her. "Excuse me?'' "You're pregnant...." The doctor repeated. "With a hellhounds baby?" "It appears so" "Oh, fuck me!'' *** Nate Harper is a frat boy football star from the wealthy family with athletic dynasty. He's a celebrity in the university with people falling to his feet every chance they get. Also he's a hellhound which makes people fear him more. Allie Jackson's a student and an athlete, but her similarities to Nate end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Nates charms she's a werewolf omega trying to get through last year of her college. There was always one strict rule know by all; Hellhounds would never be able to coexist with werewolves. But fate works in mysterious ways one night is all it takes for Allie to let loose and give in to his charms which forever changes her life. ***

"Exploring Ari: Ariana Stephanopoulos has led a fairly quiet life—especially for a vampire—until she meets charming werewolf Jackson Marceski. The instant attraction between them is hotter than anything she’s ever experienced, so when Jack offers to fulfill her sexual fantasies, she can’t tell him no. Dani’s Demons: Bored with her life in Chicago, vampire Dani DuBois heads to Las Vegas for a little fun. Then she meets demons Kaz Elgin and Ty Cole. They decide to take care of Dani—together. Just For Jess: Vampire Jessamy Maitland is a classic workaholic, until her friends team up to buy her a weekend with the incredibly sexy vampire Dermott McMahon on his luxurious private island. Sporting Wood: What happens when a werewolf and a dryad meet in the forest at night? For Cooper and Kyla, the result is smoldering hot passion beyond anything they’ve ever known. Immortal Cravings is created by Cindy Spencer Pape, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

In her past life, Emily gave up her life so he could live. Now fate has brought them together again, only this time she has no memories of who she once was but Jackson remembers everything. He had lived through centuries, waiting and watching until the day he finally saw her resurrect. She is like his favorite candy - sweet and irresistible but he is cursed, like a man with diabetes craving what he cannot have. Torn between the pain of his curse and the pull of his love, he decided to push her away thinking it was to protect her. Emily loves her mate with all her heart. She would do anything to keep him by her side. But after years of enduring his coldness and harshness, he suddenly became gentle and nice. The shift leaves her wondering what could have happened to him, just after she had made up her mind to leave him.

“How much will it take to get rid of you? Five million dollars? Ten million?” “No need,” Livia said, keeping a strong facade despite the tears in her eyes “I'll leave on my own.” Zachary Jackson had never wanted a mate. The moment he found her in the form of Livia Stevens, the pack's new slave and daughter of his worst enemy, he had no problems making her life hell. Despite all that she still stuck to him pathetically. Until one day, she accepts and leaves without a trace. He spent the next few years wallowing in regret, his wolf longing for her despite being mated to someone else. His wishes are finally granted two years later when she returns to him in the arms of another Alpha and a child. Will he win her back? Will he gain her forgiveness for how he treated her all those years ago or has she already moved on to someone new?

"I thought you loved me?" Tears stream down her cheeks as she barges into her supposed alpha boyfriend, having sex with another woman right on the bed. Seeing their naked body, she feels like a dagger is thrust into her heart. "How dare you barge into my room like that? Are you out of your mind?" Alpha Ren roars at her without shame as he stands on his feet, naked. His eyes burns in rage. "What gave you the right..." A hot slap lands across his cheek before he can finish his statement, but turns out that it was the biggest mistake she'd ever commit in her life. She shouldn't have tried that, but now she did. Will the alpha forgive her for this crime she has committed? Will she be able to take the pain of seeing the man she has been with for three years, just cheated on her?

" For poor people like us, our respect is everything." The same sentence echoing in his head burnt him alive, how can she slap him. Every girl would go to her knees to please him but this cheap, country girl turns down an offer to spend a night with him. He took an expansive bottle of liquor and threw it on the wall making a loud noise. " I'll make you lay down under me, I'll make you cry my name, I will fuck you so hard that all your honor, your RESPECT will fly away ... I will tarnish you in such a way that you, yourself, will feel disgusted with yourself. "He said, looking at the broken pieces of the bottle. "I will, Amber. I will." He made a promise to himself while looking at his bed. One day he will see her naked on his bed. under his mercy.

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

At my wedding rehearsal dinner, a photo of me and my fiancé’s older brother—naked in bed—was displayed in front of everyone. I said it was a setup. Jason, my soon-to-be husband and the Don of the Vale, said, “I trust you.” He erased the footage—and married me anyway. For two years, he kept me hidden while my stepsister, Nerissa, stood beside him in public. He said it was to protect me—so I believed him. I believed him even when the rumors said he was sleeping with her, even when he introduced her as his Donna… until today, when I found them in bed together. Jason didn’t even stop kissing her when he saw me. “Do you like this anniversary gift, Alina?” That was when I finally understood— Jason had never believed me—and the reason he still married me wasn’t love. It was punishment.