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“You can go a hair hotter. I think I can tell if it’s too much.” 466 pulled back his upper lip and allowed her to see his sharp canines as he growled a warning. It was a reminder that he’d stopped fighting the restraints. He sucked in air, expanding his chest to push against them while flexing his muscles. It might have been wishful thinking but the restraints seemed to give him a little more wiggle room. “I’m Joy.” She didn’t flee the way he thought she would. Movement drew his attention and he watched as the white-haired human moved to the bucket, dipped out some water and poured it on the rocks. Steam rose and the room became noticeably hotter. Sweat broke out all over his body.

Their minds had given me the reins. And I didn’t just ride them. I danced them like puppets. I leaned back against the wall, one leg pushed to the side, nipples stiff beneath the brush of air, breath slow and controlled. I fed on their reactions. The desperation. The ache. They thought I was devoting myself to them—licking, stroking, worshipping. One mouth, three cocks, all heat and hunger. They thought they were the gods being adored. But I was the altar.

They immediately got up and left right away. "Leave Izabella, now!" he growls at his maid who seems like she didn't want to leave. "Lock the door on your way as well," he told her. "And make sure that no one comes upstairs until I say so." "Yes alpha," she answered. I raised my head slowly and watched her as she leaves closing the door behind her, she glanced at me as she did and I couldn't help to give her an angry look, wanting her to see that I was his Luna, his fucking Luna even though I had rejected him. I am alpha Anton first Luna and forever will be, no matter how many bitches he dates. I pulled my hand away from Alpha Anton now we were alone, staring at him upset.

His thoughts swirled like the mists of centuries past, contemplating his next move in the eternal chess game of power and survival. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned Kon, his fearsome companion, a Jaguar which has proved his loyalty . Kon, once an ordinary jaguar until subjected to dark experiments, had become a creature of unparalleled stealth and ferocity. He admired the beast's loyalty and efficiency, qualities he would now require for a delicate mission. "Kon," Levon’s voice was low and commanding, resonating with centuries of authority, "We have a task at hand. I want you to retrieve Storm from the hands of the Lycan.”

"Oh, I remember that fire. You want to dethrone the Queen of All Species. Over one child?" "You owe me, Leviathan. You gave me a child knowing the dangers. You let her grow without protection." "I gave you power. And you wasted it in bed with Isaiah." I raised my chin. "Mock me all you like. But I know you hate Hailey too." "Hate? No. Resent? Perhaps." He leans close, his breath like salt and sulphur. "You want war, Lilith? Then you’ll need more than rage. You’ll need me."

, Omega.""Mmm. But what if I do want you to?"He takes a breath, his arms around her waist holding her in place. "Is that what you want? My knot up your ass?"She shudders at his words but does not falter from what she is doing. He growls, his chest rattling as his hand drops to her cunt. "Holy fuck. You never cease to surprise me."She whimpers."We're going to have to make you all nice and wet first. And stretch you out. Do you think you can take that?""I know I can," she whispers."Fuck. You're going to kill me, LILITH."Passion surges through her as she crouches over the blankets, gazing at him with eyes locked in anticipation of his orders."Tell me what to do," she gasps.It's not to be done.

The Dark One and the Leviathan: “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? YOU NEED TO GET HERE NOW! OR I SWEAR YOU WILL NEVER GET YOUR REVENGE! YOU NEED TO TAKE OUT THE BATTLE WARRIORS!” The Dark One yelled in the mind of the Leviathan. That was the whole reason he promised the Leviathan that he would allow him to get his revenge on the King of Kings.

‎PORSHA'S POV ‎ ‎I walked into my room, my eyes seething with rage. The show of Leviathan's ruthlessness still fresh in my mind. How could one person be so heartless, rendering a child parentless because of his pride. ‎“That Leviathan is the worst. He is arrogant, heartless and mean. He deserves nothing good in this life," I yelled, feeling my blood boiling like an over cooked pot of beans. ‎ ‎I glanced at Anne who had this... uneasy expression on her face but didn't say a word.

Well now he witnessed firsthand that the Asmodeus he knew had grown up and become a serious combination of Lucifer's pride and Satan's refined rage,he had to worry no more about Asmodeus looking weak infront of the others. "Since it seems you got everything under control,may we go and finally meet your fanatics,they can't wait to see their new king", Leviathan said in the most cynical way possible.

Lysan felt a huge lump in his throat and he looked away. "Lysan." Dyleon grabbed his arm. "What does he want?" "He wants—" Lysan swallowed. "He wants me." Dyleon's face went white. "What?" “He said he was going to help me, but on one condition. Me. I'd be at his beck and call when he needs it.” The words tasted bitter in Lysan's mouth—how convenient. The Demon King Lysan killed in his previous life was after him now—and it wasn't good.