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he growled. But she didn’t answer, or neither did she pause. She dropped to her knees, water dripping down her back, her hair sticking to her face. Her hands reached out, and wrapped around his cock. Vito hissed. “Whoa…” he muttered, looking down at her. “You got some balls, Ortensia. You’ve never sucked cock before. How you plan to do that?” She didn’t speak. Just started stroking him… slow, both hands moving up and down, slick with water. She leaned in, her tongue teasing the tip, circling it, tasting him. Then she opened her mouth wide and slid him in… all of him into her throat.

She holds up the letter in her hand. “A letter? Why didn’t you mind-link?” Ah, yes. Let’s see you get out of this one, fake Gianna. “Rogue!” Jenna yells before fake Gianna can say anything. Jenna’s eyes are suddenly white over; wind flows through her white hair and around her ankles. “Jenna, what are you talking about?” Orrin yells over the sound of the wind. Fake Gianna’s eyes are wide in shock. She tries to move, but she’s stuck to the spot in which she’s standing.

She massaged my back and her hands moved to my breast,I turned upwards and she poured oil on my breast. "They are bigger now,I have been doing a good job."She bit her lips. Jenna was the only one who was very wild,wilder than Mia. She rubbed the oil on my left breast with her hands,she massaged them as she gave me a sexy look and I got wetter. Damn. She kept massaging it and we kept eye contact with each other,she knew what she was doing. She played with my nipples which tortured me,I just wanted her mouth on them because she was a good sucker.

Jenna lifts herself up on her elbows, eyes dark as she takes me in. Fire erupts in my body when she raises her dress and slides it up, giving me a full view of her thick thighs and pink lace panties. She rubs her thighs together and runs a red fingernail along one side, stopping just over her pussy. “Are you just gonna watch, Eros?” The spell breaks, and something primal, animalistic bellows in my chest. I have this one shot with Jenna. One shot to make her as obsessed with me as I am with her. I’m gonna make her come so hard she’ll come back for more. And more. And more.

Erin engaged in a text conversation with Orion, having obtained his number from his brother Daryl. "Your eyes captivate me like no other, a mesmerizing beauty that lights up my world. Every visit to your home fills my heart with joy," Jenna read the latest message. "Who is this? Is he a pervert?" she commented, rolling her eyes. The woman continued scrolling through the messages. "Sorry if I only texted now. I've been a bit busy—busy thinking about you!" Jenna burst into laughter. "Oh, my God! Who is this bimbo?"

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"And you don't smell like a werewolf." River gritted her teeth as she held her breath under his scrutiny. "I'm an Omega," she said through clenched teeth. "I don't have the wolf mark. That doesn't mean I'm not one of them." He frowned deeper. "Omegas don't smell human either. But I could care less about you and whatever you are or claim you are,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. Before River could question him further, he sped past her in a whirl of movement. One moment he was there, the next he was gone.

Jackson’s tongue is flicking over my clit while his fingers begin moving faster and harder, pushing deeper inside me. Screaming, I am on the edge of climaxing. Throwing my head back, the orgasm ripples through my body. My hands hold his head there while the pleasure continues. “Alena.” I can hear Georgina's voice faintly in the distance. “Alena, wake the hell up!” Jumping up, my eyes open, looking around. I am in my room alone, or at least without Jackson. Georgina is standing at the door looking at me. Please don't say I was moaning or screaming in my sleep; she is looking at me all seriously.

He's been condemned to the chair in front of the fire, forced to listen to me read from four individual profiles that detail who his future wife may be. Alpha's need to marry. It's tradition, and Onyx is failing on that front. “I’m not interested," he mutters, his obsidian gaze tracking me as I pace in front of him. My finger trails along the page as I read further down, grimacing at the description. “These are so detailed. Creepy.” “Then stop looking at them.” “Elora is apparently of medium height.” I huff out a breath. "Angel's-forbid they be specific...Has brown hair and brown, almost black eyes.”

When she finally sagged back against the table, drenched and ruined, her voice came out as a breathless moan: “I’m not leaving this room until you fuck me like that hand owes me rent.” Jenna was still panting, skin slick with sweat and the afterglow of orgasm, but her hunger hadn’t faded—it had only sharpened. Her eyes flicked down to where Lukas stood at the edge of the table, still hard under the tight stretch of his linen towel. She sat up slowly, hips shifting, her thighs still glistening with wetness. “Your turn,” she said, voice low and wicked. She slid off the table and sank to her knees in front of him. The floor was warm under her skin, the candlelight casting gold over the swell of