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maddeningly sweet and filthy. Between each thrust, Raphael chanted the words Xavier hated most. "I hate you.....I hate you, your ruined me, you ruined us." Raphael cried again and again, nails raking over Xavier’s shoulders, leaving red trails like desperate pryrs. "Then hate me on my cock," Xavier grunted, thrusting deeper, faster, mind unraveling. The room filled with sweat, musk, and the sound of skin slapping. Wet. Primal. Obscene. Xavier devoured him.

He pulled out of her and slammed back into her, making her cry out in pleasure. Luca kept up the punishing pace as they both rocketted towards their orgasms. He changed angles slightly, his thick cock rubbing against that sensitive spot inside her and Sienna started to shake. She could feel a second orgasm building at a rate of knots and knew Luca was close as his rhythm stuttered slightly. She gave a squeeze of her cunt around him and he came, shouting Sienna's name. The feeling of rope after rope of cum filling her sent Sienna over the edge with him.

Sex after sex, after sex. That's practically what the Shaming is. I know most people would like that-constant sex, but not me. The Shaming might have been wonderful if shamed right, if your pussy won't be overworked by a good number of men. The Shaming has caused wolves a lot. Broken bonds, broken homes, broken relationships, infertility, and in rare cases, infection. The Shaming simply means nonstop sex from dusk till dawn that leads to death.

she slurred, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “That's it, baby. Cum,” I cooed, thrusting into her faster and faster as I felt the ripples in my cock, desperate to release my seed into her wet vagina. Ravenna let out a soundless scream, arching her back so high, with her eyes rolled back in her head and mouth open in a raptured moan. It was so erotic it pushed me off the edge immediately. I threw my head back, spilling into the rubber as I came.

Raven had hit the shit out of me but how could I forget the look of disgust and disbelief on his face and the expression on his tone. “You've never had a mate or fallen for anyone so it's useless to understand what it means to be a slave to love.” “Bullshit!” “I will write a letter to the Pack and tell them who I am, tell them I'm a rapist and how I'm not fit to rule as their Alpha anymore!” “Fucking thwart! You will turn rogue, they will despise you like a plague! Do you even know what you're spewing right now, you're destroying the family's legacy for a bitch who has moved on from a one time trauma everyone has faced and moved on!”

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

"Ride my fingers, just like that Cara. Sei così bagnata. Good girl." "What… what does that even mean?" I panted. "It means," he said darkly, pulling away so he could look down at me, holding my eyes. "You are so fucking wet, Raven." Ah fuck. That was hot. Burying my face into his arm, I felt pleasure build up within me until I exploded into a million stars. If this was what he meant when he promised damage in destruction, I didn't think I minded it one bit.

My core pulsed in response, an emptiness wanting to be filled, to be taken. Inside, my wolf pranced, yipping and howling, rubbing against my skin, wanting to be close to this man. He broke the kiss and circled his tongue on my neck. The hunger in his mouth was evident as his saliva trailed down my skin. I felt his teeth sink into my skin and that was when common sense returned. He had mentioned we were mates. Vitale intended to mark me. I pushed him off me with the greatest strength I could muster.

To ravage and ransack. I moved up to his midsection. His toned abs bulge through his shirt. Pleading to be licked. Each ridge is to be explored by my mouth and tongue. Each square is carefully taken care of. His massive chest didn’t help the situation. I would suck those nipples till he begged for mercy. Till he cried for forgiveness. Then I would strip myself, and he would do the same to me shamelessly. Caressing me till I screamed his name like a cry in prayer.

“Disappointed?” His gaze flicked to the dirt under my nails, the bruises blooming across my arms. “Impressed,” he said finally. The word sat heavy between us. Raven walked past, throwing her knife into the dirt beside the fire. “Don’t get sentimental, Mason. She’s still got a long way before she’s one of us.” “One of you?” I asked. Raven shrugged. “Rogue doesn’t mean monster. It means survivor. You either learn that or die wishing someone had warned you sooner.”