Once You're Mine A Dark Stalker Romance Reviews Novels & Stories

“Matters of the pack are more important than retrieving your betrothed's remains? You talk as if you are alpha!“ Tamon the scarred werewolf spoke in obvious disdain. Darius glared at him but remained silent. Gripping the fang of authority tightly, he muttered one word. “ Dismissed.“ Without a word, they all vanished leaving a gust of wind. Well, it's not like they literally vanished, but it was because they were too fast to be seen by the naked eye. Alone in the hall, Darius gritted his teeth. Gone was the saintly and meekly facade. Covering his face with the back of his hand, said in a voice that was shaking with rage and hate. “ Even when you are dead, you still cause a lot of trouble for

**Chapter 5: Claimed in the Shadows** Jack Blackwood’s mouth was relentless, devouring hers with a hunger that stole what little breath Sora had left. His hand gripped her thick waist, fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh that Melvin had always mocked. Instead of pulling away in disgust, Jack groaned low in his throat, pulling her even closer until her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

Wrapping his arms around her thighs, Duncan didn’t realize his claws nearly dug into her skin, and the way his eyes glowed in the dark. She winced, wanting to close her legs, but a warning growl rumbled through his chest. Mine. She is mine. With that, he buried his face between her legs, his mouth taking her swollen nub. She gasped aloud; her back arched as he took her sensitive swollen nub. Tastes heavenly. Smells heavenly. Oh heavens! Who was this slave? Her scent caught his nose—low, so low it was almost unreal. A blend of wildflowers with a faint hint of rain-soaked earth. Utterly intoxicating, leaving him greedy for more.

Hello all! I know this book is not the normal genre seen on Goodnovel, but I am hoping you enjoyed it just the same. If you did, please leave a review on the About This Book page and don't forget to vote. I just released a new werewolf book called "Chained by Fate" that is now available and will be getting all of my love and attention. Chained by fate will be a steamy romance filled with suspense and action! If you enjoyed my trilogy, The Beast and The Blessed, this new book might be right up your alley! Check it out now!

then her eyes met mine. They were dark. Deep. Alive. Fierce in the way. And had that pull that made me drawn to her. My wolf stirred...then growled. Mate. No. No, this couldn't be. I inhaled and took a step back, pulse pounding, cold anger rising in my throat. She is my mate. This was a trap. This wasn't a desire. This was madness. Seven mates died. And yet here I was, already stepping into the grave. "Alpha Rowan." Cole managed to mutter in my ear, bringing me back to reality.

As she leaned in even closer, Rowan caught her immediately. “Play time is over” Rowan said as he stood and scooped Rhea into his arms. Rhea rested her head on his chest before tipsily asking, “What kind of woman do you like?” Rowan chuckled softly at the question. His gaze drifted to the girl snoring quietly in his arms, her fragile body curled against his chest. “Someone I could break,” he murmured. His thumb brushed lazily along her arm, eyes dark with something dangerous. “I’m a ruiner,” he said quietly. “Every innocent thing I touch… I don’t just ruin it.” His lips curved faintly. “I make sure it never remembers what innocence felt like.”

I watched Damien make his way to me, each step he took drawing air out of my lungs. It was as if his silver eyes on me were sucking life out of me. My heart was pounding hard and fast against my chest and I could have sworn my heart was going to jump out of my chest only if it was possible. Damien stepped into my space as if I was standing in front of a shiny star. Everywhere was bright and cool, and shiny. Making me wonder if I had died and was already in heaven. “You forgot something,” Damien let out, his voice was so calm and soft which almost made me want to tell him to repeat what he had just said so I could hear that voice again.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

My breath came in ragged, shallow pants, my skin tingling with anticipation. And then—his mouth hovered just above my core. His breath was hot. Dangerous. “Please,” I whispered, my entire body trembling. Damian stilled. Then—a slow, dark chuckle. “Please stop…” His hands tightened on my thighs. “Or please continue?”