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Argue with the wall, everyone. I’d rather argue with my fake cactus. And it barely cost me a dollar. @lowlightsdrex: ‘Hear me out, dim lights, waterbed and some slow music. Oh did I mention Drex Rhodes in that equation?’ @ruthlessdrex: ‘Drex, shirtless. I’’ll leave that here, girls. Go crazy, look it up, you’ll see the obsession.’ @dirtytalklevi: ‘My uterus just put on skates and asked for his jersey number. He’s so hot.’

“I’m looking at it like a pattern.” His eyes flick briefly toward me before returning to the road. “Players like him create noise,” he continues. “It doesn’t mean it lasts.” His explanation sounds logical enough, exactly the kind of perspective that should make sense. The energy doesn’t drop once we’re inside. The white ice is nearly blinding. Adrian’s hand rests lightly at the small of my back as we step into our seats, guiding me forward like a child that might get lost. I let myself fall into the motion of it, into the familiarity of his touch, even as I feel my wolf refuse to settle beneath the surface.

She landed on the mattress and I followed, shoving her thighs apart. “Look at this pussy,” I said in a low voice. “You’re already dripping and I’ve barely touched you.” I put my mouth on her without easing into it. She cried out when I licked a long way up her cunt and locked onto her clit, sucking it intensly. I kept at it, putting two fingers back inside her, working her open while I sucked and flicked my tongue. “Shit—Logan—don’t stop—” “You don’t get to tell me when to stop.” I spoke against her, my words vibrated over her clit. “You’ll come when I let you.”

Both humans and supernaturals had easily made me a target of interest, and despite my best attempt, I couldn’t escape it. I walked past the vending machine, noticing a group of vampire sophomores with their phones out. I didn’t need supernatural hearing to know what they were watching because I’d spent a good portion of my morning watching it too. Shane got invited to The SH Ears. A campus-based podcast that basically built its entire brand around amplifying gossip. I had no idea how he found time to do an interview, but then again, it’s Shane. He lives for the attention. I doubted he knew the truth about the rumors but that wouldn’t stop him from spreading whatever narrative suited him best

"It's the hormones. Not me." He smirks. "Sure. And it's just my dick that wants to be buried in your pussy. Not me." I gasp, my thighs clenching as forbidden heat pulses through me. He winces the second it leaves his mouth, then pivots fast. "Umm, right. So... what was that last book you read to Zuri?" "Uh...Quakers the Duckling Has Feelings?" What the hell does that have to do with anything? "That googly-eyed bastard looked like he's seen some shit."

This is what I know how to do, push until something breaks and create conflict where I can control the outcome. But then footsteps echo from downstairs, and Clara's voice calls up cheerfully. "Boys! Dinner!”

his deep husky voice vibrated against her earlobe sending shivers of lust and desire through her body. Audrey pulls him in for a hungry and demanding kiss, " have it all, I'm all yours to begin with" she whispers against his lips. With that, Abaddon grabs her and makes her wrap her leg around his waist. Audrey didn't waste any time as she started grinding her hips against his hard rocky member.

He's become my refuge. At the rink, a fan approaches me. Drunk. Loud. His eyes are glassy. His words are slurred. His breath smells like whiskey and desperation and anger and resentment and bitterness and entitlement and loss. His clothes are dishevelled. His steps are unsteady. His face is flushed. His hands are shaking. His voice is rising. His eyes are wild.

I paused, chewing slowly on a piece of bacon as I stared at the strange number. Usually, I never answered numbers that weren't saved on my phone, but for some reason, that personal rule flew out the window as I picked up the buzzing cellphone. My frown deepening, I swiped and pressed it to my ear, taking a slow bite of my toast. “Devereaux.” “Hey you,” a voice rasped through the speaker. It was heavily distorted, chopped up by a voice-altering filter that made it sound hollow and metallic, like someone speaking through a drainpipe.

Lillian’s face were enough to tell me we’d nailed it. “You two performed so outstandingly,” she said. “And yes, the risk involved is what keeps readers craving more.” We both returned to our seats. I was barely seated before a buzzing sound went off, followed by another, then another. Soon, every phone was pinging with notifications. Ava barely noticed; I mean, she looked like she would explode in happiness due to the lecturer’s comment. I pulled my phone out, tapped on the notification, and froze. Shit. HOCKEY STAR: CADEN DUKE’S MYSTERY GIRL REVEALED.