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she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

A panel in the wall—right behind the picture—slid open with a grinding of stone on stone. A woman stepped out. Sister Mara, 30, church clothes gone, naked except for a silver collar etched with Latin: “Peccavi”—I have sinned. Her body was a map of control: faint rope marks on her wrists, a tattoo of a snake coiled around her belly, nipples pierced with tiny silver rings. She held a fifth camera—digital and modern, live-streaming to a dark-web server. Behind her: a wall of screens, set into the stone, glowing with dozens of feeds.

She turned the side of her neck to show me a mark and my eyes opened when I saw it was a bit similar to mine, but mine was shinier and more precise. Wait, did she say werewolves? Wolf? I touched the mark, causing me to shiver and she nodded at me with a serious but kind look. “You are the Luna. You are Alpha Enzo’s mate.” What? Norman bent his neck towards me and Corey did the same, with Davina and Andrè. I stared confused and lost, it is when a loud giggle was released from across the fields and everyone’s head raised that I realized it was from me.

And then a website. “Anyway,” Mara effortlessly reclaimed Cole’s attention, “thank you for coming in, Cole. You’ve sent us some quite interesting pieces.” “I have? Gosh. Thank you.” Mara Fairfax wasn’t what Cole had expected. But then her expectations had probably been thrown off by too much Meryl Streep. Mara was about five years older than George, maybe more, not exactly beautiful, but classically English: all strong bones and clear skin, and the sturdy athleticism of having spent most of her life on horseback. “Why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself?”

“Good. We’ll start easy.” There’s one person who doesn’t look thrilled. Her name is Mara. I think she must’ve joined after I left for the Nate Games. She’s the only other female here—tall, lean, with dark braids that swing behind her when she walks. Pretty, but cold. At first I thought I was imagining it, but it’s clear now. The way she barely answers when I speak. How she passes things to everyone else with a smile, but sets them down in front of me without meeting my eyes.

Rubbing my bearded cheeks with both hands, very aware of the fact I can smell Lyra all over me I decide to go for it. A dark little part of me doesn’t mind this guy knowing that I've just been intimate with her. It might be twisted but maybe seeing his heart tear up a bit might make me feel better. Except I open the door and find a shaggy blonde, naked living sculpture of a man getting sucked off by a blonde on her knees. It takes a second to register she has her purple dress hitched up, one hand between her legs the other gripping his shaft. Mara.

“I can show you it’s working. I can show you sex isn’t a problem for us even in this current condition. Is that what you want to see, Elder Mara? Does the Alpha and Luna’s private activities intrigue you so much that you refuse to leave the room even after knowing we’re getting ready for sex? I’m about to jump the Alpha right now. I’m about to climb into his lap and ride him till we both come hard on that sexy throne. Do you want to see that?” “Enough!” At the fastest pace I have seen her move, Elder Mara packs books and scrolls from the table and storms past me, red and flustered as she bites out, “You’re shameless!”

Nena began "I'm very successful, I've got a wonderful career which pays much more than most men can ever dream of. I can afford to have anyone of them on my bed at any moment I wish for my nights to have this romance you both are always bugging me about. I mean, why stick with one guy when you can have them all. You both can sit here telling me about getting a guy but I'm sure deep down you still do want to fuck some other guys beside your said boyfriends, if only you could. And that's the thing, what's stopping you apart from a strange idea that this crazy society of ours has taught us to stick with one person forever. That a guy should have Influece, authority and ownership over you all fo

I Flying over the roof, I land on the roof near her window. The sheer curtains are open, and a light shines brightly through, which makes it easy for me to see through her window. As carefully as I can, I move closer and look inside. It takes me a moment to spot Amara. She’s strolling around the room in a really hot dress. The dress is what Nevaeh calls mermaid style. Yeah, I know way too much about girl fashion, thanks to Neveah. Amara twirls around and twists from side to side. I can see bits of skin through the nearly transparent black lace dress due to the plunging neckline that shows a little too much of her chest.

She gestured gently. Novah looked down, surprised to see a raw graze on her pale skin. She hadn’t felt it. Numbly, she extended her arm. Mara’s touch was cool, competent, and surprisingly soothing as she applied the salve. The faint scent of chamomile and comfrey cut through the lingering broth smell.