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"Fine. But consider this the last time I'll ever sleep with you." "We'll see about that…" Noru rushes to touch Toma's lips with his and drags his body all the way to his room. Both strips as their lips never parted, when all of their clothes are out of their way, Noru spreads Toma's legs getting hard at the sight. "…you know, you'll never get a big dick if you end up with Yuji." Noru joked.

Damien murmured softly over the sound of Zara laughing at one of Julian's dry jokes, "I think my house has never actually sounded like a home until today." I leaned back into his solid chest, turning my head slightly to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "Turns out all your multi million dollar security systems were missing the most important upgrade of all: a little bit of chaos." "A lot of chaos," Damien corrected with a low, rumbling chuckle, pressing a lingering kiss to my hair before reaching past me to grab a spice jar. "And I wouldn't trade it for the world."

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

No Zara. Zane opened the door two inches. “Speak.” The man looked at my legs, then my knuckle, then Zane’s scars. “Good show. Messy. Valuable. I run a private card across town. I want the Faceless Alpha and the plus size mate as a set. One night. One room. One purse that makes your hospital look like pocket change.” “No,” Zane said. The man kept smiling. “I have not named the number.” “You named my woman like a pair of tickets,” Zane said. “The answer is no.”

The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough. I couldn’t think of anything else. All that mattered was that I was his, and I wanted him. His hands roaming all over my body, his mouth devouring and his body fusing with mine, until the world disappeared and it was only us. I reached for his trouser and pulled it down. Then, I hitched at the size of his cock that was erect, thick and unbearably hard with veins standing out, alive with a fierce heat. He was massive, so much more than Matthew had ever been, and I couldn't imagine how his pants had managed to cage it in.

Then, when the bills outgrew what dancing could cover, I let it become something else. Private hookups, arranged through the manager, always with the wealthiest clients. It was an indecent job but indecent jobs were the only ones that paid enough around here, and I would do every filthy thing this city demanded of me, over and over, if it meant Eli kept breathing. I picked up my lipstick and carefully applied it before smoothing a hand over my outfit. My body had always attracted attention. I was a plus-sized woman blessed with generous curves, a narrow waist, full breasts, and wide hips that no dress could ever hide.

"Besides, Max is hot if I remember right. What are you complaining about?" "Exactly the problem." My eyebrows raise. "He is good looking and more so than the last time we saw him. I like what we have now. No men. Just us, having fun." I purse my lips and cross my arms. The way my body reacted around him has me nervous to be around him. I have been around dozens of men at parties and not one of them made me feel like I did today around Max. It's unnerving. She tosses her apron at me and cocks an accusing brow. Pressing both of her hands on the metal island for examining pets, she hops her butt on top and crosses her legs.

Something that made my pussy throb and swell the longer I stood there taking in the sight before me. Let me give you a little back story. The thing is my boyfriend is your “typical man of dreams”, the one who buys gifts, surprises you with flowers, is five minutes from time to pick you from work, vacations… you know… over performing in everything but sex! Now watching the same spineless man on all fours taking such huge massive black cocks… too many thoughts were running on my mind at the same time! One of which included, taking a turn on him and showing him just how much, I’d loved to be rimmed.

Nova remained suspiciously quiet. As we continued mingling, I mentally counted the girls shifting tonight. Me. Sloane. Selene—that bitch who never missed a chance to make fun of us. Two other girls from the eastern side of the pack. And Clara. Apparently, because me and my sister weren’t tiny size fives with abs carved from stone, we were considered “plus-size” by wolf standards. Which was ridiculous. We were like size twelve or fourteen at most. We had curves. Ass. Tits. Actual womanly bodies.