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“Is there a reason you’re talking to me, or are you just bored of hearing your own voice?” Camille chuckled, amused by the jab. “Oh, I’m just being… helpful. You should know men like Damien don’t do forever. They play, they get bored, they move on. Especially when they weren’t the ones who started the game.” Serena frowned. “What game?”

We stayed in thoughtful silence before I snapped my fingers. “This building has fifty percent female staff and forty percent male staff. Within the fifty; thirty percent are married, ten percent are younger than you and the other ten percent are interns, which would not make sense. Men in the building are sort of single.” Anthony chuckled. “Babe, I'm not gay.” I gulped. I was never going to be used to Anthony calling me babe or baby randomly. He always used it without any attachments but I received it with attachments.

Roman’s tone turns steadily cold as he adds, “Fen would more likely hunt him down now, and not in the romantic way.” My eyes light up as I remember, “My book! You saw that in one of my books didn’t you?” The Alpha of the Ironclaw pack reading a romance novel would be about as ludicrous as anything else to anyone else, but I’m his mate, his wife, he isn’t afraid to be silly around me, and as we burst out of the main doors Roman nods. I burst into the kind of spurting giggles that would have expelled water from my mouth if there was any and Roman grins cheekily, still speaking through the mate bond as he says, “I wanted to see if those men you read of have anything on me.”

She didn't resist—sank onto my thigh with a fluid grace that made my blood burn. The neighboring alphas entered. Three of them. Aldric of the Ironwood pack—old, scarred, cunning. Marwen of the Frostfang pack—lean, sharp-eyed, a female Alpha who ruled with teeth and silence. And Viktor of the Bloodmoon pack—young, brash, hungry for power he hadn't earned. Their eyes landed on Selene immediately. Aldric's nostrils flared. "Gregor's daughter." "Selene," I corrected. "My mate."

Elijah's groans turned primal, animalistic, echoing off the high ceiling of the study. Nobody had ever made his cock feel the way it was feeling right now. It was pure, unadulterated ecstasy. When he had married Adalind, he had never expected he would end up dominating and fucking her spoiled little brat like this on the top of his mahogany desk. His growl dropped into a low rumble as his balls twitched violently. He didn't pull back. Elijah surged forward, shooting his heavy load straight down her throat. Roe swallowed hard, drinking it all down without wasting a single drop, her warm mouth sucking him completely dry like a vacuum cleaner until he was panting above her.

It was a world of dark romance books, an absolute hide away from reality. Soon the girls found their choices and left while I was left torn between Ana huang twisted series and Tahereh Mafi shatter me series. “Maybe both” I muttered. I looked at the other shelf when I heard a loud fall of books, a man was squatted down trying to pick them and I walked over and helped pick the books up. “Thank you” I stilled at the voice, I could pick out that voice even in a crowd. It was Aurelio, no one sounded so deep, sexy and hoarse like him.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

He was tracking my scent through my blood. I glared straight into his dark eyes, my jaw clenching until my teeth ached. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to rip his perfect, arrogant mask right off his face. "You think you own me because of some paper marriage?" I spat, the words cutting through the tension. "Let me tell you something, Wolfe. You’re the only Alpha who has ever touched me. You're the only one who got that stupid kiss at the press conference. No one else has ever laid a finger on me. I’m still a virgin, and this contract doesn't change a single thing about who runs my life."

He squirts again, his cock twitching uncontrollably as Ryder abuses his prostate. Through the haze of ecstasy, Adrian notices Ryder’s thrusts becoming sloppy, his rhythm faltering as his own climax approaches. Adrian decides to take control. He pushes back against Ryder, using his strength to topple them over. Ryder lands on his back, and Adrian straddles him immediately. He sinks down onto Ryder’s dick, taking it all in one smooth motion, and begins to ride.

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