Klaus Margu Mga Nobela at Kwento

Leo froze, his heart hammering against his ribs. His ass was still high in the air, the fat head of Arthur's cock pressed firmly against his slick, trembling hole. He turned his head slightly to see who had come out onto the sun deck. It was Klaus, the yacht's captain. Klaus was a tall, stern German man in his late thirties, wearing his crisp white uniform. He stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide as he took in the scene on the lounge pad. His billionaire boss, completely naked and slick with sweat, mounting a naked boy in the bright Mediterranean sun.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

RUBY. “What's going on here?” I turned to see the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on enter the hall. Dressed in a gray shirt and black pants, his short blond hair was slicked back, accentuating his striking aquamarine eyes. His presence exuded power, and without a word spoken, I knew exactly who he was: Kael, Alpha Frederick's only son. I had seen numerous pictures of him, but his physical presence was far more captivating than I had ever imagined. Kael had been away from home for four years, dedicated to learning and studying how to lead a pack.

I asked, trying to ignore the affect Julius’ display of power had on me. “Trying to get rid of me so soon?” Adrian scoffed, his expression light once again as he stood to his full height. “Okay, okay, as much as it pains me Maia, I’ll go. I just have one last thing…” he took a step towards the door before pivoting so that he was facing Maeve. “I, Adrian Fowler, reject you, Maeve Lorenze, of the Blood Moon Pack.”