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I had to talk some sense into Zaire, and hopefully it helped. Author Note: This will be my last author note until the end, which is close. Just wanted to know if you guys are enjoying this story. I usually write contemporary romance and this just like A delicate taste is out of my comfort zone, and it’s my first time writing a wolf story. It would mean the world to me if you would rate and review so I know what you all think so far. Thank you so much for the support.

The taboo hit me like a wave as she straddled my lap and guided my slick cock to her entrance. "Bethany" I whispered my voice thick with conflict. "You are married. This is wrong." She sank down slowly taking every inch. Her pussy was incredibly tight and wet. "It is not wrong if we both want it, Adrian. I have fantasized about this forbidden dynamic for so long. Ride me. Let me feel you." Bethany began riding me with graceful sensual movements. Her elegant body moved like liquid on top of me. Nadia and Betsy watched touching themselves and each other while whispering more secrets.

His other hand cupped my chin and tilting my face up. “Did you read the marked pages like a good girl?” “Yes, Professor,” I whispered, already breathing faster. “Every single one.” “And?” His thumb traced my lower lip. “Tell me what they made you feel. Every wet, needy detail. No lies” Heat flooded my face, but the way he looked at me made me brave. “They made me ache,” I admitted. “The passage about guilt living in the ribs… I felt it here.” I pressed a hand to my chest, then slowly slid it lower, over my stomach. “And lower. I touched myself while reading. I imagined it was you watching me fall apart. The author wanted to be seen completely, even the ugly parts. It made me so wet I had to

Lucas was mine now, and I was his, the forbidden bond stronger than any sacred tie. I traced patterns on his chest, already planning the next time I would push him over the edge. His hand stroked my hair, and I smiled against his skin. The wolf had surrendered, and the heat between us burned hotter than ever. We dozed briefly, but his cock stirred against my thigh, and soon we were at it again, this time with me riding him on the couch, my hips rolling as he gripped my waist and thrust up to meet every descent. His knot swelled inside me once more, locking us as I ground down, milking every drop from him while his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

she demanded, her hands grabbing Jax’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Jax’s thrusts intensified. He drove into her pussy with a pounding force, his hips slamming forward, his balls swinging. Each impact made Sloane’s body jolt on the rock. Kade’s pace increased too, his cock pistoning into her ass with a slick, rhythmic motion. The two men’s rhythms weren’t perfectly synced, which created a chaotic, unpredictable internal stimulation that made Sloane’s mind blank with pleasure.

“Respect during the day, maybe. He won't touch you I guess. But when the beast takes over? No lycan has the patience to stay calm for a human, Raven. Teaching the beast to be gentle is hard work. Most lycans don’t bother. Why would they? Their own females can take the roughness. They heal faster. They crave it. You? You’re human. You're soft and fragile. One bad rut and he could tear you apart without even meaning to. You would be bleeding, shaking, begging him to stop… and his beast might not listen.” She brushed a thumb across my cheek, almost lovingly. “If love blooms by the end of the contract and once he knots you, you’re stuck there, impaled on him while he fills you over and over. The

Author's POV Ryker's eyes locked onto Carly, the pack's resident seductress, as she sauntered towards him. He could smell the desire wafting off her, and his body responded instinctively. But as he pulled her into a fierce kiss, he couldn't shake off the nagging sense of discomfort. It had been weeks since Jasmine's betrayal, and Ryker had thrown himself into a whirlwind of sexual escapades. Carly, the tavern whores, anyone who would have him. But no matter how many bodies he used to try and fill the void, the pain persisted.

She asked me, and I looked down at my plate, not knowing how to break it out to her. I was indeed a writer and I have written three books in my College times and before I got married but it was based on the romantic story between different species and well, we can say that it was a lot controversial. Though I have millions of active readers reading it, I can't bring out my name like this. I am sure the alphas and Lunas won't appreciate it when they'll come to know that their infamous Luna Woods is the author behind those books that include interspecies romance and incest.

Buckle up, because this is going to be a roller coaster you won’t forget. This is my first MFMM Bully Romance, and I’m pouring my heart (and darkness) into making it an unforgettable ride. I hope you enjoy every intense, emotional, and sinful moment of it. Don’t forget to comment, share, and show your love—your support fuels me to go darker, bolder, and even better with every book. Let the chaos begin. — A. Gupta Follòw me on Instà for new updates at author_gupta and on F B at A Gupta's Fans club group for daily chapter discussions and find my other completed books!!!