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Not unless she got revenge or completely humiliated herself trying. “So, Ricky just brought you here to get fucked? Poor thing,” she scoffed, clueless about the actual score between Ricochet and me. “I bet he wasn’t satisfied with your performance.” I forced out an airy laugh, covering my open mouth with my hand, leaning back like it genuinely entertained me. Then I dropped the act mid-breath and stared at her flatly. Her brows pinched. She looked confused. Good. Because I wanted her scared of me. “He came all over my face, my body, and inside me for about…” I raised my fingers, pretending to count. “Oh, sorry. I lost track. I think he almost ran out of semen because he couldn’t get enough o

“Please!” The door swung open. And Rick’s shadow filled the room. We both screamed. ***

“We've been in this business a lot longer than you have been, honey. You need to trust us. We wouldn't steer you wrong. Paternalistic. There it is again. Morty starts to exercise like this is a done deal. “It's fucking perfect. JC, during your last song of the night, you're going to call Gwen onstage and get down on one knee. People will eat this shit. You can not do that! All three men look at me, and their smiles send shivers down my spine. Pious. Shit. “You can handle him, Wix,” Morty says with a smug smile. “Is this happening, or are you on the first bus back to the trailer park. Maybe we'll still let you keep the diamond when it's all over. Nothing I can say is going to change a thing r

Far behind. "Good. Luna Leah, you can partner up with Margot and Chrissy." Ricky says, placing his arm around my waist with a smile and gesturing to Margot and Chrissy as they make their way toward us. "Wait. You expect me to race against a beta's mate and an omega?" she asks Ricky, chuckling. "What's wrong with that?" I ask, making her look at me irritatingly. "Do you feel incompetent against them?"

Rick's attack was so swift, they really did not see it coming. Rick was as calm as could be. He had not even broken a sweat. He yelled out "Team Two! Move in and attack!" As the second team approached him, Rick used a combination of his kick and his fist to down them all within just a few seconds. The bystanders were in awe. How could one so young be so powerful? And to use so few moves to put down so many at once! Rick called out 'Team Three! Move into position!"

Rhett said, wearing an uneasy look. “Then if it is war he wants, it is war he’ll get,” I said waiting for a reply, but Rhett didn’t say anything to respond. “Won’t you fight for your pack?” “What’s there to fight when you’re fighting Gertrude?” Rhett replied in fear. “Would Ricky have backed out of such a fight? Huh?” “Honestly, Ricky’s the only werewolf alive that can take on Gertrude because Ricky possesses a rare and special ability no other werewolf alive today possesses.”

She walked towards him seductively and took off her blue robe, revealing her sexy lingerie. “I don't have time for this, Melo,” Ricky said. “Yes, we have things to do, his wolf Xanax chipped in.” “Since when do you not have time to make me scream your name in pleasure?” She asked, grabbing his manhood through his pants and squeezing it gently. Ricky felt himself getting turned on. “Melo, I have important business to attend to. I'll see you when I get back” he said, but Melo wasn't ready to quit.

"I need permission from you, Valerie." Valerie blinked. "Permission for what?" Morticia pulled out a hammer. Rhea gasped in surprise as she had no idea Morticia had been carrying it the whole time. "Permission to break her leg," Morticia said. Valerie smirked and drew out another hammer. "We're thinking the same thing, Morty. Shall we?" Valerie asked. Morticia nodded, and the two walked away together while... Stun Rhea stood with wide eyes... "What the....

The craziness of death laughing, the fact that is laughter was warming, was insane. “Stasia, you are the first of hundreds of offspring of my siblings that have ever called me that. Your grandfather and my 9th Grimm are the only ones that ever call me Morty. Man, I haven’t laughed that hard in a very long time. I forgot how good it felt. Thank you.” Mortifer stated as he tried to catch his breath.

Even Greg and Damon snapped their heads up, their faces draining of color, their eyes wide in disbelief. Shawn’s gaze darkened, his fingers curling tightly by his side, as though he were fighting to restrain himself from an outburst. One thousand strikes… that was enough to kill someone! Ricky lazily flicks his wrist as if casually tossing the words aside, then adds with malicious glee, “But don’t worry too much. I’m not the kind of person who likes to make things too difficult." He grinned wickedly. "So, this time, we’ll have three people take turns beating one.”