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With a final, deep plunge, he came, groaning against her skin as hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, spilling deep into her core. Lena shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her in shuddering waves, milking every drop from him. They lay tangled together, breaths mingling, the aftershocks still pulsing between them. Jason's cock softened inside her, but the heat lingered, promising more forbidden nights ahead because once you've tasted the devil's kiss, nothing else will quench your thirst.

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

When the call ended, I set my phone down and stared at the library walls, feeling lighter than I had in months. ** The photos went live on a Tuesday. Mira sent me the link before I even woke up. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?? she wrote, followed by seventeen exclamation marks and a string of emojis I did not bother decoding. I opened the link still half asleep, squinting at my phone in the gray morning light. Aldric was already gone, his side of the bed cool. The headline stopped my breath. FENMORE'S REAL ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE CEO AND OMEGA HUSBAND SEAL LOVE IN MONACO.

Roman just chuckles to himself before responding, “Sorry, Sweetheart, but we're on an airplane full of unmated werewolves, and you smell like heaven. It's not your fault, and it's not theirs either. So, I'm just going to hang on to you, if you're comfortable, that is?” Of course he would end it with a question and give me an out if I really wanted it. Turns out, I don't. I’ve still got to get used to all the public displays of affection, but I love them. They catch me off guard because I'm not used to it, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy his possessiveness. As the men continue to file onto the plane, I settle into Roman's lap with my laptop to finish one of my assignments.

“Tell me your name, little wolf.” “Rowan,” I breathed. His body heat was insane, wrapping around me. “And you’re Kael. The Alpha who doesn’t do mates.” His laugh was dark, lips brushing my ear. “I didn’t. Until you. Now I can’t think straight. Can’t lead. Can’t do anything but hunt this scent.” His free hand slid down my side, gripping my hip hard. “Feel what you do to me.” He pressed forward, grinding his massive bulge against my stomach. Thick. Throbbing. I gasped.

“I don’t know. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” “Xavier isn’t my boyfriend.” “Pardon me. About to be your boyfriend.” “Not that either.” “Seriously, Noah,” Rina chimed in, finally tucking her phone away. “We’ve been friends for three years now and you don’t know that Lucas is Mr. Commitment-Phobe.” “I’m not a commitment-phobe. I’m just not—” “Interested in relationships. Yeah. Heard that before.” I scowled at her. She was acting entirely too cocky for my liking.

I breathed, hanging my head low. "Your mate will love you even if you look like a mad woman. You are like a diamond covered in dirt. Remember how charming you were. Nothing changed. That beauty is still there, I swear!" Sienna, my wolf, soothed, and I felt like she sparked a light inside me. "Really?" I beamed. "Oh, yes, baby girl. Well, we might not even meet any mate out there, but the most important thing is to have a taste of freedom!" She squealed, and I laughed happily.

Here goes nothing… “Miranda, I choose you to be my best friend, partner and my one true love. My promise to you is simple: my love for you will endure until the end of time because with you I am free to make mistakes without judgment. I’m free to learn and to grow in a rich and safe environment. I am free to laugh, and cry, and even rage when I need to. I can give and receive without debt or expectation. I am free to be myself to the fullest extent. With you, Miranda, I am finally free.” The End

She was fully expecting him to give it one glance, and put it down with a caustic remark about trash, at which she would mutter something equally caustic about literary snobs. Instead he scanned it for perhaps twenty seconds. It was ridiculous to feel embarrassed, but she did. Not because he was reading about the imaginative contortions of Dominic and Natalya, but because he was probably imagining her reading them and getting all hot and erogenous in the process. In fact, she had not. As scenes of rampant nookie went, it had been disappointingly unerotic - more like a DIY plumbing manual than anything else. ‘Jesus,* he muttered at last. ‘This is anatomically impossible.*

Luna rushed to Jaxon's side, tears streaming down her face as she wrapped her arms around his massive form. "I was so scared," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. Jaxon nuzzled her cheek with his wet nose, his eyes shining with love and gratitude. "I'll always protect you," he said, his voice low and intense. Luna felt her heart race as Jaxon leaned in to kiss her, his massive form towering over her. She felt a rush of desire and passion as his lips met hers, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that left her breathless. As they pulled away, Luna felt a mix of joy and confusion. She knew that their relationship was dangerous and forbidden, but she couldn't resist the magne