Pick Your Playmate Novels & Stories

One of the Omegas said to a friend of hers. "Keep watching the warriors train and behave as if you can't feel that we are mates." A man hissed at the woman. "Who wants you?" The woman hissed right back. "When I can have one of those sexy warriors." "You'll still end up in my arms." He said with confidence. Gasps and screams all rented the air. Congratulations flew around at the latest couple in town.

He grinned, and more arousal radiated from him. Go with him. Take him back to his place, screw his brains out, and get yourself under control. One human male will serve your purpose as well as another. No, not just any man would do. Only one. “Go away,” she stated flatly, looking back to the man at the other table, although she was irritated to see her view was blocked by his returned friends. No matter, she could still keep an eye him. “Come on-”

"Want to make another bet?" challenged Nick. I shake my head, who's the madman who keeps playing if he ends up stuck alone. "Come on, no more punishment this time." Seeing the look on Nate's welded face I nodded. This time the game changed, choosing to answer the question or choosing not to answer and drinking. There were about five people playing, so he sat on the bench provided, and was asked the question Never have I ever. Selena Gomez's song plays, and I move my head to the beat. I love Selena Gomez, oh and Justin Bieber songs. In fact, I'm still their shipper.

Only a select few have been issued playmates by my husband but those who have are off limits to anyone else. I’m escorted by a naked human male to the King’s private area, it’s still within the main ballroom but set back a little, cordoned off for his private pleasure. There are already three fledgling females there naked on their knees waiting to pleasure him while he watches his personal show.

"I agree too, let's continue the game,' Liam added. Everyone soon agreed and they continued the game with Zori as the next player to pick a piece. 'Never have I Ever kept a diary.' She read out. Many fell victim and took the shots again while few were lucky to not have. Among the lucky ones was, Claire. She never fancied keeping diaries so she didn't take the shot. She got chosen as the next person to pick a piece. 'Never have I Ever poured soda in a cap and drank it like it was a shot,' She read out loud. Everyone fell guilty and took the shot again. Carter was suggested to pick a piece this time. 'Never have I Ever listened to my friends parents when they yelled at them.' He read. Again ev

, she whispers, as if every word is a dangerous secret. “Games? I once heard them talking about going to play somewhere... but they weren't clear. I thought it was card games, I don't know”, I whisper back. “It's sex. There's everything you can imagine from explicit games to all kinds of tastes. You can only enter if you're invited, and you sign a liability contract and Didi will try to get me in under a false name. Would you like one?” I shake my head in disapproval. “I don't know if that's my thing.”

But, the truth was anything but. In his bedroom we were both like strangers. There were no smiles, no manners, no nothing. He had wanted someone to act for his mom and, so, I did. That was where my responsibilities ended. We no longer had an obligation towards each other. We wouldn't change our behaviour on behalf of the other. I was the uptight nerd and he was the impulsive playboy. I wasn't stupid enough to think I can be the one to 'change the playboy'. Honestly, in my opinion, I don't think a player changes, despite people believing that they can change for the right person. How could one person make them change.

If so, why would the Moon Goddess pair us together? "This isn't something I talk about. I've never spoken about it actually. My pack knew better than to bring it up," he mused, pulling out his phone. I watched him intently as he swiped through various images. It wasn't my intention to pry but I couldn't help it. The screen was practically glaring me in the face and my eyes found their way there, "I had found my mate at eighteen. The usual age to find mates. She was the most beautiful little thing I had ever seen."

She said as she hid her face behind her hands. “That’s what I said before I dated him.” Hannah or Harley or whatever her name was said as she rolled her eyes. Everyone ignored her like she didn’t say anything and she huffed as she went to a separate corner of the room to sit down alone and sulk. “A playboy like that needs a girl like my cousin.” Cassie spoke up. “I mean, just look at Sarah! She’s gorgeous! If she can’t make that guy change his playboy ways, then no one can!” She added in a dramatic voice.

Then I turned away from him and faced my men, asking, "How many of you are here?" "20." One of them replied, his gaze lowered to the ground. I nodded in satisfaction; it was ideal for what I was looking for, and I would not subject myself to the torture this time. I had to meet my playmate, who enjoys running away whenever she has free time. "19 of you," I called out, turning to face him. "Grab the dagger and mark your name on his skin. Do not leave a part until he confesses." "Yes, Don." they all cheered, their expressions softened. I had made it to be a part of them, watching people suffer while smiling.