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It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

Another man, his voice laced with worry, added, “What if they find us? The lycan guards should be searching for her” The third man, more confident, reassured them, “No one will find us. They would think she is with Ethan and we left him unconscious, it’s unlikely he’ll be searching for her.” They seemed to be waiting for something, and my anxiety grew. After what felt like an eternity, a figure appeared, handing over a thick book. The masked men took it with reverence, as if it were the key to their success. The book was placed on a nearby table, and the men gathered around it, muttering incantations as they flipped through its pages. Their voices grew more intense, and I could feel a strang

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“She wants more.” The third man finally stopped in front of me, his broad frame blocking out the glow of the candles. He tilted his head, studying me like I was already claimed, already his. His gloved hand reached out, brushing my cheek, then sliding lower until he cupped my throat. Not choking—just holding. Testing. . . . “You’re trembling,” he said quietly. His voice was deep, dangerous, smoother than the others. “She trembles even while she begs,” the silver-masked man answered, his hand sliding lower to press against my stomach, holding me down while the first man worked me mercilessly.

"I swear to God, King, Niko, and Mason are going to lose their fucking minds when they see you like this." I can't help smirking at my reflection. Damn right they will. And I know I'll be doing the same the second I see them in tuxes. My men live in biker cuts and loungewear—well, except Mason with his never-ending supply of button-downs—so I can't even imagine what it'll feel like seeing all of them suited up, standing at the altar, waiting for me. Thankfully, all of them got snipped, so I don't have to worry about ending up knocked up again when we inevitably spend every waking minute fucking through our week-long honeymoon—wherever the hell that's supposed to be.

The air felt suffocating, and Delilah instinctively knew the walls were soundproofed. A man sat on the edge of the bed, his face covered by a golden mask elaborately designed with decorative swirls. He rose slowly, his eyes peering at her from behind the mask, Inspecting her with an interest that made her skin crawl. Delilah took a step back, limping slightly as she tried to distance herself. The man’s gaze dropped to her leg. He scoffed. "What’s the point of you with a broken leg?" The man who had brought her spoke quickly. "Her leg isn’t broken. It’s just injured."

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?

His breath blazed into me, tasting of darkness, wrath, and desperate desire. When he pulled back, his eyes gleamed molten silver, fierce promise emanating from every inch of his gigantic physique. “Run to him,” he rasped, his voice poisonous calm. “But know this, Elara” “What?” I whispered, trembling. His lips curved into a predator’s grin. “None of them are leaving here alive.” And as I staggered forward towards Aaron, heart in tatters, the masked man beside him dropped his rifle and grinned. “You should worry about yourself first, mother wolf,” he murmured. The steel barrel slammed on my temple.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside