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He kisses my shoulder and stands, sliding out of me. “You know I wouldn’t be calling you if it wasn’t,” I hear Quirin say. I crawl onto the bed while Henry turns and sits beside me. I move behind him, wrapping my arms around him while I listen in, making sure nothing is wrong in our pack. “Do you know an Alpha Peter, Henry?” Henry growls. “Peter Moore? Patrick’s younger brother?” he asks, looking at me. “I just got off the phone with Wendy and Hacker. Apparently, Peter is the one who was planning to buy Piper.”

I laugh, shaking my head then. "Trust me, you did a great job." He relaxes a little at that and grabs his towel to wrap around his hips. "I just." He stops moving, watching me again. "Can panthers go into heat?" Hie eyebrows shoot up, and he looks a little uncomfortable. It made me want to laugh. I hadn't seen that look on his face since he'd told me I was the first person he'd slept with. "I mean. Yeah. Of course. All shifters do once they meet their mates. Do you... think that's happening to you right now?" He scratches the back of his head, looking me up and down like he'd be able to tell.

Peter explained, “hope you are using condom with them?“ Fathia asked, “am not all that careless” Peter retorted, “that doesn't answer my question” Fathia said, “I always protect myself from unwanted pregnancy and from other related things” Peter said, “that Is good” Fathia said, and they stayed a while, and they stood up and walked to the roadside where Peter parked his car, and they entered Into the car, and he drove to his house, and he drives Into his compound, and parked at the entrance at the doorsteps to the living room, and two of then came out of the car, and they walked into the living room and they sat at the living room, and they headed upstairs, and they walked Into his bedroom,

PLEASE DADDY Mr. Zeal pulled my head back gently, his thick cock sliding from my swollen, spit-slick lips with a filthy wet pop. Thick strings of my drool and his precum still connected us. I was panting hard, face flushed and messy with tears, chin dripping. My pussy was aching, clenching around nothing, absolutely soaked and leaking down my thighs onto the ruined sheets. “On your back, princess,” he growled, voice thick with need. “Daddy’s going to fuck you so slow and deep you’ll feel every fucking inch for days.”

"No!" Peter smirked. "Do you like me, Dam?" Damian widened his eyes, staying shocked for a long moment then cleared his throat. "Hum, why would I like you? You're straight anyways." He shrugged. Peter approached his face to Damian's. "Who said I was straight?" He asked with a deep voice. Damian almost had a heart attack. Their faces were too close that he could feel Peter’s warm breath. "You're not?" Peter chuckled. "Look at how relieved you look. I'm bi, I like both men and women, but I like handsome guys more." He winked at him.

Queen Zari takes a pair of shorts from a nearby guard and throws them at the boy's feet. "His name is Peter. He's a sadistic fuck that likes bullying pups and thinks it's funny to beat up people and apparently he also thinks rejection is a valid reason to kill someone's sister!" he snarls and I jump a little when he suddenly smashes his fist into the boy's face.

**** TWENTY MONTHS AGO He sat right beside the fireplace as I remained invested into the series he had on his television. "What's the name of this again?" I asked, amidst a lasting laugh. "Orphan black" He replied, taking a step towards where I sat. He wrapped his hand around my shoulders which prompted me to move away in discomfort. He scoffed as he turned to me. "Are you kidding? It's called Netflix and chill. It's not an attempt to fuck you" Peter said which made me stand up. "I'm sorry, I'm uncomfortable and I need to go" I said as I grabbed my bags.

He really had the courage to wave and greet his former lover. "Lailai!" he called her. The sound of that stupid nickname made her sick. Derrick understood the situation once he heard the voice. Peter’s lips stopped moving, but his thoughts were loud. Since seeing Lyra's beauty, the devil has heard every disgusting thought he has had. Maybe it was Lyra’s beauty that took him aback. He suddenly thought of sinful things. Peter was already thinking of ways to try to make her his mistress. He wanted to invite the girl back home to his own house to try to spend at least one more night with her. Just the thought of not being able to get her to sleep with him during those months of being together ma

“You are not in your right senses, Benita.” She sat up on the bed still holding his hand. “I want you. My body needs warmth and you are here Peter.” “We shouldn't do it.” Peter shook his head. “No one will know. This isn't the first time.” She said and her second hand came up and touched his thigh. Peter didn't move and her hand went up from his thigh and touched his crotch hidden behind his trousers, he stared at her hand for some seconds then he shifted away releasing his hand from her grip.

“Maybe I should send you some of the hottest fetish sites right now. I think if you show him what people would pay to see that majestic chest live, or what they do with the stumps nowadays… What are you laughing at?” “Nothing!” I exclaimed, trying to look composed, but I was never a good actress. And Peter knew it perfectly. His questioning look made me understand. “Bitch, what have you done to that hairy body that you haven't told me?” His eyes narrowed further when I said nothing, then widened dramatically before letting out a startled gasp. “His stump? Have you used the stump of that spectacular creature for your pleasure? You really are a bitch, Vivienne. I am so jealous of you right now