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Sitting up she stripped off the plain black T-shirt she wore to bed and tossed it away. She lay back completely naked and opened her legs so wide, she could hook her ankles along the edge of the mattress on either side of her. Her need was so urgent she didn't take the time to grab her vibe or bullet. Miranda shoved both hands between her flushed sweaty thighs and buried two fingers in her soaking slit while rubbing her clit with so hard and fast it bordered on violent.

I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, looking at my reflection. This maroon silk nightgown was almost transparent, falling softly above my thighs. I let my hair down, slightly wavy from the loose curls I deliberately made with the straightener. I touched my flushed cheeks, not from blush, but from nervousness. Mira had given me a lesson through a video call earlier this afternoon. She was abroad, in her fancy hotel room, with a glass of wine in her hand and a mischievous smile on her face.

Her eyes widened in surprise. Jacob strode toward the open door, and at the same moment, there was a thunderous crash of broken glass and rattling metal in the hall outside. Mira jumped a foot into the air in shock. Other voices that she had ignored resurfaced in her consciousness. The phone is still ringing, the fax is still buzzing. She blinked wildly confused. She was horrified to find that she was completely naked except for a piece of clothing. In broad daylight, she sprawls over Jacob's desk like a brazen bum. Oh my goodness! Jacob closed the door softly again.

I was angry about how people were treating her—like she was disposable. That’s all I’ll ever be to anyone—just a body. Just a killer. No female ever made me want more. They all want the Luna title and a pile of cash. That’s it. Maybe I’m meant to be alone. Mateless. Fine by me. I’d rather kill, anyway. I was snapped from my thoughts when the porch light flickered on. I jumped to my feet as the door creaked open, revealing Mirabelle. She looked at me with curious green eyes. Her hair was long and messy, no makeup, just a giant T-shirt skimming the tops of her bare, tan thighs. Her toenails were painted red. She was breathtaking.

Chapter 15 title Sparks happen "Hi!" greeted Rendi after a long time observing Mira who was enjoying her solitude. He could see Mira's breasts poking out as she floated on the water. Mira was startled to hear a man's voice and immediately opened her eyes. She was surprised to find that Rendi could enter the women's VIP room! She immediately turned around and turned her back to Rendi. She was just wearing her underwear! Mira cursed at Rendi's presence at this time.

She grabbed his head, teasing him gently with her fingers while her free hands unbuttoned her wet shirt. She pulled her shirt slowly and stepped out of her pants while she still kissed Josh. Mira stood completely naked, her full breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her ovulation had left her core aching badly — a deep, throbbing emptiness between her thighs that refused to fade. Her areolas were darker and noticeably harder, nipples stiff and begging for attention. A faint sheen of her own arousal still glistened on her swollen pussy lips. She pulled off the kiss, slowly.

Chapter Two: Suspension By the fifth dawn, Mira no longer remembered the word exposé. She woke in a small chamber of white linen and sunlight, her tender body and skin looked marked with faint rope lines from the night before. Between her thighs she was swollen and slick, the memory of countless mouths and cocks still pulsing inside her. When a robed woman entered with a tray of fresh figs and honey, Mira knelt without being asked and opened her mouth like an obedient pet.

"There's this new place in town that you should definitely check out. They have all the skills and instruments to practice." We stare at each other. There's a long silence. Mira breaks it by asking. "Should I entertain you?" "Huh?" "Teach you some new dance steps." I'm about to object when Mira stands from her bed and starts looking for a good spot to place her phone. She's wearing nightwear—not for long though, because the moment she sets her phone, she strips to a stripper's outfit—you know, lingerie and chains and obscene. "Is this the part where you say that you're proud of your body?" My voice is dull. Is Mira trying to make moves on me?

She put her dress back on roughly and turned her back to the man who was still naked with a cigar in his mouth. “I'm not attractive anymore? But you still asked me to visit your tent!” Mira snapped at him, but she didn't raise her voice. Nero's tent was the furthest away from the other members. But she would not risk speaking out loud. Mystical creatures, especially werewolves, have a sharp hearing.

Her hole gaped wider each time he pulled out, the rim red and puffy. Now a woman from the crowd edged closer—a curvy lady in a yellow dress, her face flushed. She knelt in front of Mira, pushing the current throat-fucker aside for a moment. 'Let me taste her,' she said. But Mira grabbed the woman's hand instead, guiding it to her pussy. 'Finger me,' Mira begged. The woman slid two fingers into the soaked folds, curling them against Mira's front wall. She pumped fast, thumb circling the swollen clit. Mira bucked, another orgasm building quick.