Look Down

(Book 1 of Her Wolves series)(Reverse Harem) (Spicy) (Can read as Stand Alone) Sometimes the goddess gets it wrong. Horribly wrong. Sometimes your mate was never supposed to even meet you, much less be with you for the rest of your life. This was the case with me. When I met my mate, I was a completely different person. Outspoken. Stubborn. Opinionated but most of all, I was free. I was also nineteen and an orphan. Several years have passed and he has completely broken me. Broken me down to my bones. Don't misunderstand, he had never been physically violent with me. But that didn't change a thing. Dress more modestly. Don't wear black. Bland sex and the likes. He was an Alpha, and I was his little kept wife. I was no longer worthy of even calling myself a Luna. All of that changed when I met them. *** "If we do this, there is no going back. We will own you in the most intimate ways." Ozias whispered, the ropes binding my body going taut as Maverick pulled them. I hid the quiver running down my exposed back. I kept my eyes locked with Ciaran, his eyes smoldering in the florescent lights. "Don't worry, baby girl. We will look after you very well." Dargan murmured behind me. I bit my lip, slightly tipping my head back. That deep voice vibrated through me. "Maverick, dim the lights. It is time to play." Ciaran ordered and I nodded towards him. Towards them. The four males that would bring me to my knees.

"I’m not angry," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "I’m focused." "On what?" He walked toward her, and for the first time, Giovanni felt her wolf howl in warning. She backed up until her heels hit the edge of the massive bed. "On the reason you’re here," he said. He reached out, his hand wrapping around her throat—not to choke her, but to force her to look at him. "Do you have any idea what you’re worth to me, Giovanni?" "I... I love you, Russell. I’ll be the best Luna I can—" "I don't need a Luna," he interrupted, his face inches from hers. His breath smelled of expensive bourbon. "I need an heir. A strong, Alpha-blooded heir to secure my legacy against my brother and the council." "And we’ll have one," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears of relief. "We’ll have a family." Russell let out a dark, chilling chuckle. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, but there was no heat, only ice. "You don't get it, do you? You’re not a queen, Giovanni. You’re a vessel. And tonight, I’m going to fill you." He shoved her back onto the bed, his weight following her down instantly. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his eyes flashing that terrifying, predatory gold. "Wait," she gasped, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Russell, please, let’s just slow down..."

My husband is my supervisor. Before the Day of the Dead comes, I submit an application for leave so I can pay my respects to my late mother. However, he refuses to approve my application. He insists on having me care for his childhood sweetheart, who got into an accident. He even berates me and tells me it's my duty to care for the patients. I can't second-guess them out of jealousy. But I saw him kissing his childhood sweetheart passionately in the hospital ward. He even slipped his hand underneath her clothes at the peak of his passion. "Let me check whether your wounds are better. Do you need more treatment?" She leans closer saucily, and he spanks her. "Do you think you'd be getting this treatment if not for Kaia being pregnant?" I look down at my baby bump as my heart shatters. No wonder he insisted on having me work despite me falling pregnant. How can he possibly love me? If that's the case, I'll give them my blessings.

She married him, believing fate had finally chosen her. Dominic Blackwood was everything the world feared, an intimidating billionaire with ice in his veins and power in his hands. Elara entered his life with raw sincerity and reckless hope, only to be shattered by a truth too cruel to forgive: she was never his wife; only a vessel meant to carry his heir. When she discovered she was pregnant, she dared to believe love might grow where cruelty had reigned. Instead, she uncovered his secret agenda, one that reduced her to nothing more than a means to an end. So she staged her disappearance. Years later, Elara returns, but not as the girl he discarded, but as a revered genius doctor with beauty sharpened by confidence and pain refined into power. She no longer chases love. She controls the game. Now Dominic is the one unraveling on his knees, begging for forgiveness, desperate for the family he never deserved. But some betrayals carve too deep. And some women never look back. Will his devotion soften Elara's heart, or would she kick him down to the curb?

When my husband, Robert Bowen, takes his assistant, Bianca Strickland, to a prenatal checkup, I'm being kissed by his 18-year-old version in a corner. "You're already 30 years old, yet why do you smell so nice and taste so kissable? I love you so much, honey! "By the way, where did my 30-year-old self go? Why didn't he come pick you up after work?" I push the 18-year-old Robert away helplessly, only to meet the icy gaze of his 30-year-old self from afar. "You already have a young side piece, and yet you still can't bear to get a divorce from me? Don't make me look down on you, Kaitlyn Hudson." As I watch Robert leaving the hospital with his arm around Bianca, his 18-year-old self begins throwing a temper tantrum in my arms. "That idiot! How dare he speak to my wife in such an arrogant manner! I might as well commit suicide right now so that he'll disappear from this world permanently!"

This is the story of Akash and Dharani. Akash means sky and Dharani means earth.... He came to me and held my hair again and made me look at him. "Don't you dare to question me again or else I will make you regret for it" he said to me dangerously and slapped me again. "What do you think that you can become my wife so easily? Did you look at yourself anytime in the mirror? Do you know how disgusting you look?" he said to me with so much hate. It is usual for me to get abused but I never thought that my husband will also be one of them. Just now I thought I will be free from that hell but no. I came to another hell. We all know that earth and sky doesn't touch each other but can Akash and Dharani fall in love..... To know about it let's see their journey....

When Nathan comes to pick me up on the day of the wedding, he loses his footing and falls down a flight of stairs that's several feet high. He's not badly injured, but he bumps his head on the steps and ends up with jumbled memories. He mistakenly thinks that I am his first love, who had once hurt him. He reacts violently whenever he sees me. At this time, I found out that I am pregnant. The doctor says that the good news might be able to awaken his memories partially. I rush off to find him, holding the medical report. However, I accidentally overhear the conversation between him and his friends. "Nate is always full of ideas. Now he's even claiming that his memories are jumbled up! As long as you don't get bored, Olivia will never be able to force you to get married." "Don't spout nonsense. I do love Liv, and she's the only one that I'll ever love. I'll just have fun for half a month more before I settle down and get married." "Half a month? That isn't even enough time to flirt with all the female models at the club. Can you really be satisfied with that?" Nathan's expression turns cold as he snaps, "I'm not an irresponsible jerk. Liv and I have been together for so many years. "I'm definitely going to marry her. Call someone now! I want the one from yesterday with a tiny waist and a big bottom. It excites me to look at her!" Trembling, I tear up the notice from the hospital and turn to leave.

Moans. I hear moans. "Ugh! Faster!" I covered my ears like an innocent child hoping that they would quite down. I ran back down the kitchen and drank a glass of water. I'm not paid enough for this. Thinking back and I was already regretting my life decisions— NOT! Now that I have discovered how much of a big womanizer this fiancée of mine is, I think I now have a reason to dump him. Disguised as his maid is so hard just to get intel unto what his true colors actually are. Honestly wasn't the best idea, but it definitely is the most efficient one. I sat on the counter of the kitchen and rested my head on the table over my folded arms. Perhaps a nap might help innocent me up. Just when slumber finally came, I heard sloppy footsteps coming down the staircase. The "young master" finally finished his business. I went to meet them at the bottom of the stairs to greet his lady friend safety on her way home. "I can't wait for tomorrow night," she said in a seductive tone and batted her lashes on him. I held back my urge to barf. Her arms are all over him as if she was the drunk one when in fact it was my good for nothing fiancé. "You're too loud," Timothee replied as it was his way of rejecting girls. And yes, another girl cried that night. She won't be expecting to sleep with him again. As the lady went out the door, I look at the young master. His hair wet, topless and jeans unbuttoned. "Don't drool over me, scullery maid." And with that he went back up. Jerk!

After a brutal humiliation turns Aria Collins into the campus joke, she decides revenge isn’t enough—she wants power. And the fastest way to get it is by stealing the one thing her enemy wants most. Zane Parker. The problem? Aria has no idea how to make a guy like him notice her. So she makes a reckless offer to the four most dangerous boys on campus—the Steel brothers… who are now her stepbrothers. At dinner, she slides a paper across the table. “I want sex education.” Reed’s slow grin spreads across his face. “You want us to teach you?” “Yes,” Aria says calmly. “Oh, little sister, you are being naughty." Cole’s hands smoothed down my back, over the curve of my ass. “Naughty girls get punished before they get taught.” His palm connected with my right cheek in a sharp, stinging slap. “Suck it, Aria,” Kai ordered, his grip tightening on her cock while he gave inside my mouth. “Get it nice and wet. That’s your only job right now.” “She’s gonna come,” Reed announced as he fingered my cunt. “Look at her. Gonna squirt all over the fucking table. Do it, Aria. Come on, your stepbrothers’ hands.” Jasper finally released my hair, letting my head fall forward. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “Well, Aria? Did you like your first sex education lesson?” I was wrecked, used, humiliated. And utterly, completely owned. My voice was hoarse from screaming and sucking. “Yes, Daddy.”

THIS IS A NOVEL WHERE YOU WILL FIND WEREWOLF AND CONTEMPORARY EROTIC SHORT STORIES (MOST WEREWOLF) FROM ALPHA TO OMEGA, SEXY STEPDADDY TO HORNY STEPBROTHERS, YOU'LL FIND THEM HERE. Hots for my Luna Derrick’s POV: “You’re mine now, Derrick.” She bit her lip, removing her hands from my cock only to position her pussy right where I wanted it. I looked down at my cock. It was hard as a rod. The luna hummed appreciatively, gripping the base with a hungry look in her eyes. She licked her lips and lowered herself to me. “Wait—” The luna let out a growl and did not let me speak, as she sinks onto my cock. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkk,” My words are lodged back into my throat before I threw my head back, my hips jerking. She’s out of control. The luna moaned, running her fingers up my abs, feeling every pec as she started to bounce on my hard dick. “Derrick!” She moaned and I looked at her from where she was bouncing up and down on my cock. All reason immediately flies out of the window as the insane pleasure starts to build, and I gripped her hips. “Shit… Luna!” My voice came out husky, caught between a groan and a plea. I wanted to slow her down. I needed to. But I couldn't find the strength to stop her. I could see in her eyes that she wanted this just as much as I do. She’s my luna, and I’m her beta. I’m supposed to protect her, not fuck her brains out as she rides my dick in total abandon!