Neck Tattoos Blessed

From the moment she was born, Seraphina Grant was doomed to live a life without being loved. Her dad, the Alpha of the pack, said to her, "You owe Layla too much. Give her the Moonshadow Blade blessed by the Moon Goddess." Her mom, the Luna, asked her, "Are you really going to stand by and watch Layla die? We're just asking that you give her a bit of your life essence each day. You'll be fine." Later, Seraphina met Damien Norman. He swore that across lifetimes, whether as a wolf spirit or in human form, he would love only her. But later still, Damien told her, "Layla ended up like this because of you. Staying with her is my way of helping you atone." Even her son said, "I don't want you to be my mom. I want Aunt Layla!" In the end, every single one of them demanded that she give her life for her sister, Layla Grant. All because she belonged to the legendary Sunfire bloodline and possessed the power of Ember Rebirth. So Seraphina did what they wished and set her own life ablaze, not to trade it for Layla's, but to erase them all from her heart forever.

Blurb: What happens when a Queen Serpent falls in love with an Alpha running for the king? Her Nemesis and the creature who killed her husband? Serpent Queen Liza is funny, witty, arrogant, a little stubborn, and a bit short-tempered, but a cunning cobra with a golden heart. A shape-shifter, Queen Liza has been blessed with the power to guise into any living creature. Be it a vampiress or a she-wolf. Twenty and four, she thinks of herself as tough, bold, fearless, and rebellious who is complete as she was. It was until she stumbled into the arms of her sworn enemy. And she likes it. Alpha Ibhaan is the ruler of the Taksh peck. A thirty-something, he is a smart, powerful, intelligent, clever, and drop-dead gorgeous black wolf. His heritage, Taksh Pack, is magnificent. It is developed, rich, and famous among the 49 subcontinents Packs of Chaitali. The wolves are living ahead of time in a super luxurious and comfortable lifestyle with elective democracy. It has everything that Liza’s country lacks. But will she ever be able to cherish it with revenge and desire pumping in her veins? Recently, the government has taken over the Ahi-Empire, the country of serpents co-ruled by Queen Liza and her husband King Maurya, putting a full stop to age-old rivalry, and destroying her world. Will Ibhaan be able to resolve the conflicts between the two races when his conscience is repenting an age-old stigma? Chaitali is not as glorious as it appears on covers of the ‘Wolf-Street’. It has a history comprising a million mysteries.

Amelia's heart filled with fear as the kanye Male Alpha approached her. She had always been taught that Alphas only mated with other Alphas, and now she was face-to-face with one. She cowered as he inhaled her scent at her neck, then moved southward between her thighs, causing her to gasp and stiffen. Suddenly, the male looked up, snarling angrily. "What is this?" he growled. "You smell like an Alpha, but you're not one." Amelia trembled, unsure of how to respond. The male continued to explore her body, sniffing deeply into her womanhood. She felt completely powerless. Then, the male abruptly looked up again, his hair touching her chin as he glared at the others. "Mine," he snarled. "She's MINE!" Amelia realized with a sinking feeling that she had become his property. She was subject to his dominance and control, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️‼️‼️ This is an EROTICA Collection, 18+ only. Do not read if you're below that age. --- "You’re so warm,” he muttered, his hands gripping my waist as I began to move. A shudder ran through me as the rhythm built, my fingers clutching his shoulders for support while I rocked forward and back. “Fucking hell… you’re so good,” he groaned, pulling me closer. I leaned forward slightly, my hands resting beside his neck as I held onto him. “You like that?” I asked softly, my voice shaky. “You know I do,” he replied with a smirk. I moved again, slowly finding a rhythm, my breathing growing heavier with each movement. His hands tightened around my waist as the tension between us grew stronger. “We’re just getting started,” he whispered in my ear.

"We shouldn't be doing this" Grover murmured reluctantly as he closed his eyes, taking in the feel of her warm hands on his naked skin. He opened his eyes to see a pair of violet ones staring back at him with desire on full display. "Why not?" she purred and tiptoed to place a kiss on his neck but he stopped her midway with both hands on her hips. They stared at each other,both mirroring the naked want in their eyes but unable to make another move. What happens when a rebel alpha with 'daddy issues ' and a genuine dislike for weakness, finds her mate in a human? Grover Denzel comes off to Roe Wilde as any other weak human but she knows that it's only a matter of time before she actually falls for her brother's newest friend. Can Grover tame this troubled alpha? Can he give her a reason to be with him till the end?

Shah Zain was holding her with one hand while opening his shirt button with the other hand. Meanwhile, he didn't let Minal separate from him for a moment. "Shah Zain please, it's not right time, it's too early." She was trying hard to control her unsteady condition, but who was listening to her? "Nothing is early Minal.... and today you can't stop me..... because today you himself come close to me." He picks her up in his arms and lays her on the bed. He bends on Minal while saying that. Feeling his lips on her neck, Minal feels like losing herself. "Shah Zain please....." For the last time, she tried to free herself from his hold. But Shah Zain again stops her from uttering anything. He just wants to feel Minal's closeness with himself. He wants to say how much he loves her.

“Hmm… just looking at it like this isn’t satisfying, isn’t it? How about you and I… we touch each other?” Intimate whispers along with warm breaths hit the crook of Damian’s neck, in the next second he felt something springy kissing for a moment. Making his eyes widen. Moreover, he had to resist the temptation of the smell of blood from the body, to hide the fact that he was a vampire. The beautiful woman’s hand began to lose control, touching the curve of her beautifully formed stomach. Then smirked and sat back down, still on top. A short call came out of the mouth, immediately four men entered the room. Then they stood far behind Almeera Laurens. “Can you guys teach this guy how to make me scream?” she asked casually. Damian couldn’t close his eyes when he realized the meaning of the woman’s words. Soon, it will be her meal!

" You wish it was you screaming my name, don't you? " He asked while locking me in place with his gaze. “ I don’t know what you're talking about.” I defended. I clutched the wall behind me as he moved closer with his hand on the door above my head. Our bodies were inches apart and it was getting harder to concentrate because of his bare chest that was muscular and covered with ink. " Tell me principessa, do you think of me when you trail your fingers down your stomach and between your thighs? Do you think of me as you work yourself trying to reach the brick of euphoria? Do you imagine it's my fingers as you work faster to ease the ache between your thighs? Do you scream my name as your walls clench around your digits and your eyes roll to the back of your head when you ? " " you! " I screamed, ignoring the loud thumping of my heart against my chest. " You see, I know girls like you. You've been sheltered all your life and you crave some rebellion. Tattoos, muscular, bad boy, and an Italian accent are your undoing, right? That's all it takes to have you drooling and fawning. I'm I right, principessa? " “ You know nothing about me! " I screamed and he chuckled. “ Oh, but I do. I can smell your arousal begging me to pin you to this wall and show just how much I can make your weep for me. " He whispered in my ear. She's fire and he's ice. Sicily holds many secrets but is Brianna ready for the ones Nikolai has to offer? A life of crime, gunfire, and passion is not what she signed up for. Can she handle the enigma that is Nikolai?

DIANA SANTORO: Five years locked inside a convent. Not because I was holy. Because the family I was born into is dangerous. My name is Diana Santoro. Mafia blood. And in this world, daughters like me get hidden away until the war is over. Now my brother’s the Don. And he wants me back. The man he sent to collect me? Rocco Moretti. The most feared monster in Italy. The devil of Cosa Nostra. They say he pulls confessions out of men with his bare hands—then sleeps like a baby afterward. Three days on the road. Just us. He’s expecting some scared little nun-in-training, ready to be escorted quietly back to my gilded cage. He has no idea that the only innocent thing about me is this face. **** ROCCO MORETTI: Forty-seven men. That's how many I've killed. Tortured more than double that. Never lost a minute of sleep over any of them. So why does this girl—with her innocent eyes and that smart mouth—make me feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind around every bend of this road? Last night, at some roadside motel, she walked into my room. Ran her fingers over my tattoos, looked up at me with this smirk, and told me she wasn't wearing underwear. What the hell does she want? To destroy me? To see how far she can push before I snap? She's a virgin. Untouched. Off-limits. The one thing a man like me can never have. But when she looks at me like that—wearing that short dress, lips parted just enough—I forget who I am. I forget I'm the monster. And I start wanting, with everything in me, to be the one who ruins her. Even if it costs me my life. Even if it costs me everything.

I run into a group of rogues on my way home for my daughter's birthday. I call my wife for help, but she blocks my number. I'm dragged out of the car, stabbed a dozen times, and thrown into the bushes to die. My neck is broken, and my organs are spilling out of my body. The rogues think I'm going to die—they even mention each other's names before me. Then, they drive off in my car while whistling happily. I hold onto my head and organs as I crawl to the roadside, hoping against hope that someone will save me. Before I'm taken to the hospital, I see my wife's social media update—she and her secretary have taken a sweet photo together while celebrating our daughter's birthday. The first thing I do after being discharged is demand a divorce.