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The Pack's Triquetra is Book 2 of the Series, which begins with The Pack's Secret Keeper. **Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. ** Havermouth, Eight Years Before Heath’s mother was crying.

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

Her hazel eyes began to flicker with infernal red. Azrathor’s rhythm grew savage. His cock swelled even larger inside her, the ridges locking against her walls. “Take my infernal seed, sacrifice!” With a bellow that shook the chapel walls, he came, releasing thick, molten cum--literally burning with hellfire--erupted in powerful jets straight into her womb. Rope after rope flooded her, bloating her belly visibly. The heat was overwhelming, pushing her into a final, soul-shattering orgasm. Elara screamed as her body accepted the demonic load, the excess seed squirting out around his cock in steaming white rivers.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

💕 Other works: • The Pleasure Directive • Encore with the Devil • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn • Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers • Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession • His Luna Returns, So I Left with His Baby > Please add this book to your library and leave a review if you’re enjoying it 💖

I turned on the shower and let the cold water run in between my legs, I shivered in relief. I put my hands in between my legs, my pussy was hot and swollen. I closed my eyes and flashbacks started rolling in, and best part? He wasn’t done yet. I can’t believe Tom Brandy fucked me, it’s like Im still dreaming. He is so… everything I wanted. I wiped myself dry with the towel and got out of the bathroom. He was sitting on my bed with my vibrator in his hand.

He pours me a glass of ice water, grabs a massively thick, leather-bound history tome, and sits down in the chair right next to me. Up close, he is dangerously distracting. His healthy, honey-tanned skin looks flawlessly smooth. When he looks down at the textbook, his long, thick eyelashes cast perfect fan-shaped shadows over his cheekbones. And with him sitting this close, I can see the heavy, rhythmic rise and fall of that spectacular chest. My Chaotic Evil alignment hums. I stare directly at his pectorals, completely losing my train of thought. Professor Aurelius opens the book, patiently explaining the complex lineage of the Titan gods.