Lan Zhan The Untamed นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The off-shoulder sleeves transition into a sea of flowing charmeuse, trailing behind me in a five-foot wake of shimmering fabric. "This one," I breathe, staring at my reflection. I am a creature of the forest and the clinic, never the girl who dreamed of moon-bindings, but in this? I look like a Luna. I look like power. "Praise the Ancestors," Sierra sighs, dabbing at a stray tear. "That was my pick as well. If you’d chosen the other, I’d have questioned your instincts." I let out a soft laugh as she taps a quick command into her device. I realize with a start that she’s alerting Mason—summoning the Alpha for his verdict.

“I want you. All of you. Now.” Zander didn't hesitate. He stood, his massive frame towering over me as I sat on the island. With a fluid, violent grace, he stripped out of his pants, throwing them somewhere into the dark. Seeing him fully unleashed was enough to make my breath stop. He was thick, heavy, and pulsing with a need that mirrored my own.

Zuhan pulled her into a hug with her silhouette wrapped. Lana sniffed his cologne and inhaled his scent. For the first time she could sense his wolven scent which shocked her. Pushing him away while her hands stayed at Zuhan’s shirt. “Zuhan?” Her voice brought a snicker over his face, assuming she wanted to be playful with him. “Goodness! Hearing my name from your lips sounds so sexy.” Zuhan pulled her again, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Instead, he kept his attention on the tumbler in his hands and looked outside; as if the darkness there could provide him with some unspoken solace. “And this is my sister, Selena, and her mate, Bali,” Zane continued, stopping in front of a pair that looked like they’d been downloaded from I*******m. The man was about Zane’s height, with sandy blond hair and a pearly white smile that looked straight from a Colgate commercial. Additionally, there didn’t seem to be a gram of fat on his entire person, but even through the silk blouse, you could see his muscles bounce. Of course, he couldn’t compare to Zane, but damn! It was a pretty close competition!

"Yes..." At this moment, Lie Yan could not help but let out a muffled groan. Her voice was extremely alluring. Her body was also twisting unconsciously. The long robe on her body would occasionally reveal a little skin, bringing about an intense visual stimulation. Unconsciously, the restless fire on Zephyr Khan's body began to burn wildly. "Damn it..." Sensing the unusual movement in his body, Zephyr Khan couldn't help cursing in his heart. Then, he tried to suppress his restless mind.

Zain Steam billowed around them like a warm, comforting blanket—a stark contrast to the chill of uncertainty that awaited outside the sanctuary they had created. Zain reached out, his fingers trailing through the condensation on the glass door before pulling it open. The sound of water rushing from the showerhead filled the space with a soothing rhythm, and he stepped inside, eager for the embrace of both the heat and his wife.

She is a breeze that teases—and a storm that shreds reputations. Thalindra, Water Priestess-Princess of Nireen — Serenity personified, Thalindra pads barefoot along marble halls trailing the scent of clean rain. Her healing gift can knit flesh or soothe fevered minds, but beneath the calm surface runs a current strong enough to carve stone. Offend her people or threaten her place, and that gentle river becomes a flash flood.

At the time Lani's mother died, Zane's family treated her as their own daughter. Among her three friends, Zane was the closest to Raine. It is because he's the first one he met and they made more happy memories than the others. Among all of them, Zane's the most talented and most shy. He wants to write mystery novels and Raine's the first one reading his works. "You're right!" Lani beamed. "Indeed!" Raine replied, "So meet you at our house later?" "At your house? But isn't it still dangerous?" Zane asked. "You can be hurt!"

No shadows. His dark hair was wet from sweat or rain or both, pushed back unevenly from a strong brow. His face was lean, angular sharp in all the places pain often sharpened a man. But his eyes… they were a striking, almost unsettling blue. Not cold. Just deeply knowing. Like he'd seen too much and had stopped pretending it hadn't changed him. “My name is Zan,” he said simply, watching her as if daring her to laugh at it. Unity lifted her head a little. Her lips curled just slightly.

The kind of scared you get when something you buried shows up wearing a leather jacket and smelling like cigarettes. Then I saw him. Fuck. Tall. Inked hands. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He looked straight at me like he already knew I’d taste good. My stomach clenched, but my pussy clenched harder. Who in the fucking sex scene was this hottie? “Liv, this is Zane,” Sabrina said, like she read my thoughts. She didn’t look at me. She was wearing shorts she hadn’t worn in a year — too tight, too high — and a top that looked like it belonged to me.