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Alfi said in pain. “Looks like you don’t take it serious eh?” Wira asked. Wira’s body is heating up and melts like ice cream which is left scorched by the sun. “It’s ok if you ignore me because you all are going to die!” Wira enraged. Wira’s body gets red and steamy like hot iron. “Alfi,” Kartika said approaching him. Alfi stretches his arm holding Kartika who wants to help him. “Leave him to me, Kartika,” Alfi said firmly.

And right as I walked into view, she stopped whatever she was saying to Killian, looked me up and down like a horny construction worker, and wolf-whistled. “Hell yeah – that’s what I’m talkin’ about! What’d ya bring me there, Ryan? Momma likee!” I might have forgotten to mention this, but Riley Wojtalik was a lesbian. She was quite open and very aggressive about it. The stories of her hitting on female fans and taking them back to her room for the night were legion. Gay, bi, straight, didn’t matter. Riley was an equal opportunity horndog. And apparently she was trying to make me her next conquest.

I said. Someone walked into the room behind me before Daniel could reply. We both turned to see Jai coming through the doorway. He was only in sweatpants-his chiseled, tattooed chest on display. Jai froze as he saw me and Daniel sitting at the table. "Why are you walkin' around without clothes on, man?" Daniel asked, disgusted. "There's a girl here. Jai looked at Daniel in exasperation. The door at the other end of the room opened and we all turned to see Cain walk in.

He grabs the shampoo and then my hand, tugging me into the stall with him. Rhys pushes me against his hard body, letting the water drench my clothes. He kisses me as water pours down our bodies, his hands roaming underneath my clothes. The rain outside is still pounding hard, the sound of water hypnotizing, but all I can focus on is his lips against mine and his magical fingers on my skin. His warm hand delves into my pajamas, invading my panties. He rubs my clit with gentle stokes, his lips still on mine. I grip his hand, grinding against his palm in desperation.]

“How could the witch and Barbara get here this fast? If they managed to save Barbara before midnight and got here at five, wouldn't that be the time it took for the witches when they used Body Transfer?” Rokan Allegro took a step forward, stopped at the door of the Healing Room and looked at Barbara, who was lying weakly through the glass. “Barbara is another type of immortal besides the witch who can use Body Transfer.” “How could it be?” this time it was Aryadi who said. “She's just a wolvire, someone who can be said to be a hybrid!” Rokan Allegro turned his head. “You don't know your own daughter's secrets, do you?”

“Ah, the wolf queen and her little dragon princess. Still standing, still spitting defiance. How… quaint.” Cheyenne arched a brow, crossing her arms like she was bored rather than standing in the heart of enemy territory. “Quaint? That’s a five-dollar word for someone who looks like he hasn’t showered since the Ice Age.” Tora smirked, folding her arms to mirror her sister. “Careful, Alida. He might take that as a compliment. You know how villains are — all greasy hair and broody speeches. Bet he practices them in the mirror.”

Each smack sent sharp sparks straight to my clit. I couldn’t see them. Couldn’t hear much. Just the dull thuds of impact and my own muffled gasps. Hands roamed next; rough palms squeezing my tits, pinching nipples until they throbbed. Someone poured ice cold water over my belly; it ran down my slit and made me shiver violently. Seconds later hot wax dripped onto my clamped nipples. The contrast yanked a loud whimper out of me. “Bad girl,” I heard faintly through the plugs. Rafe’s voice, thick with amusement. “Trying to safeword already? We haven’t even started the real fun.”