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Kyaria answers. She is not even looking at him. I however can see the look on his face. I can tell he is interested in Evie. She is his type. She is a few inches taller than Kyaria. She has medium-length chocolate brown hair with honey-colored highlights weaved in and blue - hazel eyes. Her olive skin tone is highlighted by her pale pink bikini. Kyaria is still oblivious to Aiden staring at the picture of her and Evie. I smirk because I can tell Aiden is highly interested in her just by the way he is staring at the picture. Kyaria shuts her computer and pushes me away so she can get up. I smirk at Aiden and he tells me to fuck off. He says his good-byes and heads back into the con

Terrible. "Lacy. Devin and Isla's cousin. Nice to meet you." Lacy stretched her hand for a shake and Ayra took it. Only then was she relieved about the whole situation. Devin walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his head. He was well covered, much to the relief of Ayra. Lacy couldn't care less. "Hey, Ayra, do you want anything?" Devin asked, now drying his hair with the towel. "Yeah... I want to get your permission to skip training tomorrow. I want to visit Selene." She replied.

But that wasn't the case. We were all looking at Lacy. Because God, she was dressed in a bikini, and a transparent slitted skirt. Her whole body was on view. And it had every male in here ogling at her. Me too. Because I haven't even blinked. I was just gulping like some horny bastard. And help me God, but she was literally the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. No offense to Emily. “I don't care if you think I'm being a disgusting pedo or a perv, but Aaliyah's friend got my dick hard,” Joe said in his cheeky tone.

The only thing I cared about was drinking every beer in the refrigerator. "You are not going to invite us in?" She asked. My face turned to the door. "Who is us?" Michael's face popped out behind Layla at my question. "I and your sister." "Michael, come in. Hathor what do you want?" She held up her phone. "An important piece of information I think you might be interested." She walked into the house slowly and shut the door. I turned and strained my eyes to see her phone screen. When it wasn't enough, I moved closer and snatched the phone from her anxiously. My eyes almost fell off at the sight of Jacob and Layla in a tight embrace. My eyes moved from the phone to Hathor.

Célia His lips on my skin are a devouring and gentle fire. When he kisses the inside of my knees, a flash of pleasure so sharp, so unexpected, pierces through me. A moan escapes my throat. His hands, wide and warm, travel up my thighs, pushing aside the panels of my slip. The cool air of the room on my bare skin makes me shiver, but the heat of his mouth, his hands, is far more intense.

She questioned. “Why put yourself through the agony of trying to appear hot if I'm the one you're coming to see?” Layla inquired out of interest. Fey didn't cease to amaze her. “Who are you? Who told you I was looking hot for you? you need to see how hot Lucius' eyes were when he came yesterday. You've deprived me of the cuteness that had me so worked up!” Fey said and Layla's sinister plan started molding itself in her mind.

Eva asked with a grin on her face. “W-what?! What is there to be jealous of when the rumors about you and Lucas Sander dating are false. Besides, I don't know what Lucas Sander sees in you to waste his time going on a date with someone like you.” Lydia stuttered while replying to Eva. It was obvious that she was jealous of the fact that Eva got to go on a date with Lucas Sander, one of the country's top bachelors. Why is Eva so damn lucky?

My eyes connected with hers and I discovered that she had spoken to me a few times but I didn't react. I was also becoming emotional… the sex had messed with me more than I would like to admit and it feel like a sin to bed this weak…. A hot sin committed by the Lycan King of the Wereland. “I see nothing bad in being the Lycan King’s Hot Sin, Ama.” My Lycan Spirit had shaken off her gloomy mood by feeding on my thoughts, “sounds cool, in fact.” What was I expecting from Arla? Nothing different from what she was doing at the moment.

It was almost nighttime when we arrived, and the fireplace in the living room was enough to make me feel at home. “Mamaí,” Evan pulled away from the lady, who can not be mistaken to be Evan’s mom, Laoise. Evan inherited her bright brown eyes. And I can’t help but feel edgy about the way she was regarding me. “This is my fiancée, Cali.” I’ve never felt more nervous in my entire life about someone’s impression of me, but I took a deep breath and smiled, offering my hand for a shake. “It’s nice to meet-”

Layane said with a mischievous smile, though she couldn't hide her emotion, her eyes welling up with tears. “But it’s just watching, right? No one’s going to do anything…” Laysa said thoughtfully, beginning to show interest. “What if there’s someone with a body as hot as my Cassius… uhm… I miss watching him shower…” At that moment, the girls stared at her in complete disbelief. “Laysa, what do you mean you watch him shower?” Layane asked, pulling her by the hair.