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That's so hot! “Harder,” I begged. He wrapped his arms around my knees as he pounded harder inside of me. I bit my lip to muffle my moans. My legs began trembling in his hands. He tugged on both of my nipples harshly, and my back arched. I threw my head back and moaned. “Claire bear! Tell Leonard to leave you the fuck alone! It's girls night” Lauren yelled from her room. My eyes widened, and I tightened around Mr. Albert's thick cock.

We are back in Manila, and Ally finally comes home with me. "Babe, what do you want to eat? I'll cook for you," she asked me affectionately. "Anything Babe as long as you cook," I said as I kissed her. Ally was busy cooking in the kitchen, I was bored, so I read some online stories at Good Novel, one of the most popular apps in the world. The most readable stories genres nowadays were LGBT; that was great. Aspiring writers open up their version of the world through a book to love freely in any gender it has, which others cannot accept.

Again, thank you so much, and have a wonderful new year! More Books by me: Under the Moon Series: Book1 - Under the Pale Moon (vampire LGBT+) Book2 - Under the Blue Moon (werewolf LGBT+) Book 3 - Under the Crimson Moon (dragon-shifter LGBT+) Wed to the Alpha (fluffy romance/fantasy/werewolf) I am Not Your Love Story (CEO/richman LGBT+) Adventures of the Crown Series: Book1 - The Purple Wolf and the Enerawyn (fantasy/adventure, hints of LGBT+)

That was the prologue. The real story starts now. We are going to follow the journey of these two women who are from opposite sides of the world. We are entering the untamed planes of Africa. An unconquered land with more secrets and treasures than anyone could ever dare to hope for. Throw in a few supernatural creatures, lame banter between friends and more than a few scenes dedicated to u-haul lesbian drama. This story is dedicated to Laro, my best friend and partner in crime. Thank you for calling me out on my bullshit and reminding me that all my goals are just a few dozen steps out of reach.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

“Laundry operations? Shaw, this looked like the résumé of a divorced father rebuilding his life.” “Give it back.” “Physical labor?” Lucas continued mercilessly. “You sounded like Victorian farm equipment.” I lunged for the paper. He lifted it higher. “Lucas!” “Wait, wait—” he said through laughter. “‘Woodwork.’ That was somehow the sluttiest one.” “HOW?” “I don’t know. It just felt homosexual.” I grabbed the page angrily. At the exact same moment, Lucas tugged back. Riiip. Silence.

I had time. My fingers hovered over the keys for a second. This was ridiculous. I was Lucien—beta of the entire werewolf kingdom, feared in battle, respected by warriors. And here I was, about to search something no one would ever believe. I typed it anyway. “How to pleasure a woman without penetration.” I added quickly: “but using fingers, tongue, other ways.” Enter. The screen filled with results. Articles. Videos. Heat crawled up my neck, but I couldn’t look away.

Then, I walked toward the door. Lawson had not lied to me. Other than not giving Judy the status of Luna and pack resources, he had given her everything else. Including his love. So there was no point in holding the ceremony anymore. I replied to the invitation emailed by another werewolf pack and agreed to take over as Beta of the powerful Southern Pack.

Naughty-elle. He took out his phone and searched for Naughty-elle on only fans. His eyes widened in shock as he turned to look at her sleeping figure. Gabrielle was a popular anonymous user on only fans with about one point four million subscribers. Her specialty was masturbating and display of sex toys collections. Mouth wide, he turned to her again and her eyes were open.

"You’re free. No more 'Mister Scott' and his chemistry kits. Drink up." I ignored him, my thumb hovering over Jeriel’s contact. I’d saved his number from the school directory under ‘Scott,’ but I’d changed it to ‘Teach’ halfway through the second week. "The Omegas over there have been staring at you all night," another teammate whispered, nudging me. "The blonde one looks like she's willing to risk it all. Why don't you talk to her?" I looked over at the blonde. She was pretty, and her scent was a sugary floral that would usually have my Alpha instincts preening. Tonight, it just made me want to gag. Haa, I didn't want to be here.