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Vague revealed that she still could see him in and out! Quinn peeked at Toro who was daringly exposing his body to the little lady. He frowned and smacked his peanuts with a book. “I think you should change the cover later, Old Man Quinn.” Alek Cider frowned as she glanced at the book sent directly to Toro’s crotch. “I don’t want to hold the dry semen sticking on it.” She then looked at Quinn whose eyes widened in shock. “Learn the difference between man and woman!” His cheeks reddened. He wasn’t used to the little lady’s savage mouth.

“I look around me tonight and see the best of the best, Kings and queens amongst shifters. Mike may hold the title of royal beta, but he stepped in as acting king twice now. And Tobias, you turned down the Alpha position of the Kodiak Kingdom to serve Mathias, the king of kings. Rhett has proven he is the king of hunters and Finn is a king in his own right. “To me, you are all kings. Knight of the chosen one or not, you are all the Queen of shifter's Kings and rightly deserve to be treated as such.” “The Queens Kings,” Kellen says. “The Queens kings,” Mike repeats followed by Hunji, Finn, Tobias, Rostam, and Crimson. “And queens!” Morgan pouts. “Yes, and queens.” I chuckle at Morgan who I kn

Or were they both simply predators waiting for their turn? The book slipped from her lap, hitting the floor with a dull thud. Quinn didn't bother to pick it up. She leaned her head back against the chair and stared at the ceiling, her legs subconsciously parting while her thought got farther away. The modern, sharp lines of the architecture seemed to close in on her. She was in the heart of a mafia empire, surrounded by men who were crafted like gods and acted like devils.

This is Quillon's story and the third book in the Rare Wolf series. As always, please read at your own risk. This story contains explicit scenes, 18+ (which we all love), and an abundance of love and butterflies that may crawl in your stomach to create havoc in your system. Okay, I'm babbling. Anyway, keep calm and wait for Quillon. I'm excited about this, and I hope you'll like it the same way you liked the other books of the Rare Wolf series!

Nova Quinn The dream always starts the same. I’m standing in a field of ash. The ground is scorched black, trees burned down to skeletal stumps. Everything smells like smoke and lightning. Above me, the sky churns in slow motion — red and gold bleeding through bruised clouds — and a moon hangs too close, too heavy, like it’s watching me. Then I see the fire. It slithers up from the cracks in the ground, licking around my bare feet like it’s been waiting. It doesn’t burn. It welcomes. And when I open my mouth to scream, the flames pour out like a second voice — loud, ancient, hungry.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: MY BOO BY USHER IVARA'S POV: The fire won’t die. Not the one outside unfortunately. That one is already fading and has eaten down to embers and ash, but the one inside me. The one that won’t stop burning no matter how much I try to smother it. I’m pacing inside Ronan’s quarters, shaking, every nerve raw. My palms are black with soot, my throat still tastes like smoke and death. The walls feel too close. The air feels too thick.

Her eyes were filled with hatred as she glared at me. I watched surreptitiously as she slipped a few sheets of paper into one of her notebooks. … The next day, because the professor had added a last-minute class, several classmates hadn't brought their textbooks, including Quinn. I volunteered to run back to the dorm to grab the books, and everyone agreed. Once I got to the dorm, I sneakily opened Quinn's notebook. Just as I'd expected, there was a medical report inside. It clearly stated that Quinn was the patient and that she'd tested positive for genital warts.

Hashmuk whisphered against his ears, licking his earlobes. "Hashmuk, I have something to do." He tried to wriggle himself free from his grip when he recalled that him and his friends had agreed to meet at the palace’s library to dig deeper into the magic books they had carried along with them. "What do you want to do? Can’t it wait?" He asked, trailing kisses down his body. He wasn’t given time to respond because the next minute Hashmuk captured his lips for an itense deep kiss. Kelvin smiled through the kiss, closed his eyes and gripped Hashmuk’s hair. With one swap, he turned him so that he would be on top and captured his lips, pulled him against him for another heated kiss.

Kennedy I wake up alone, in my bedroom. I listen, but don’t hear Quirin anywhere in our room. I notice that it’s dark outside and I must have slept through the afternoon into the evening. When I sit up, I see that I’m in Quirin’s t-shirt. As frustrated as I am with him, I can’t help but smile. He’s taking care of me, even though I’m angry and even though I’ve pushed him away. It’s the side of Quirin that no one else sees, the side that only I ever get to see. The soft side of Quirin.

I have been wearing more shorts or leggings since my usual pants haven't been fitting me lately. I pulled my hair back in a tight bun, I didn't want to get frustrated with it and I wanted to be comfortable. It seemed like every time I looked down my belly grew even more. When I walked out of the bathroom Tye was standing at the end of the bed. I tilted my head to the side to see a tray behind him, "What do you have there behind you?" I asked. "Well everyone else is eating in their room and I thought you would be a little more comfortable in here and you can open the book if you'd like." Tye said, walking over to the shelf to pull out a medium sized book with a white envelope taped to the fro