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his forehead pressing against mine, his breath harsh on my face as we came, his muscles tensing and twitching. I felt his throb as stream after stream of hot seeds poured out of me. I buried my face in his neck and took a deep breath. Rhysand let go of our bodies that were still connected, and then moved to shift to an oblique position. I buried my face in his neck, enjoying the rest of my release, and he kissed my forehead many times. >>> I had to force Rhysand to let me go and a few times hit his flesh lightly and bit his lip so he finally gave in. He's crazy because his lips are bleeding from my bite and he can still smile and laugh.

Chapter 26 His Bed /-Tediora-/ I should’ve turned back the second the door closed. Should’ve run the other way and told Ava to go fuck herself with her damn bet. But I didn’t. I stepped further in. Rhys stood now, barefoot and loose in his half-open robe, his lean chest a playground of ink and manliness. His eyes darkened the second I moved closer, like a predator watching its prey step willingly into the trap. I swallowed hard, unconsciously stepping back. He stretched the glass and I blinked.

They’re all waiting for me to speak. I clear my throat and start to speak, even though the memories are too fresh in my head and it’s making me a bit nervous to speak about it. “I’ve seen everything,” I say. “My Lycan Ivory is the significant other of the evil Shape Shifter Rhysand. She’s now inhabiting my body, and it seems that he knew that. He found her through me again, and that is the reason why he’s trying to get to me. He wants her back, but their love has turned sour and now he just wants to possess her for revenge. He wants to destroy everything just to get her back.”

Then, a scratch at the door. "Nyxara." The voice was rough, human again. It was Rhydian. I fumbled with the lock and opened the door. He stood there, shirtless and bleeding from long scratches down his chest. His eyes glowed faintly in the dark. Behind him, in the hallway, lay a massive grey wolf. It wasn't moving. "Are you hurt?" he asked, his eyes searching me. I shook my head, unable to speak. I just stared at the blood on him.

I could feel their respect and admiration, but I was not prepared for what happened next. The Alpha introduced me to a strange man. He was so beautiful, like something out of a fairy tale. His name was Lucas, and he bowed down before me. I was taken aback by his beauty, but I could feel something else as well. It was like a spark that was drawing us together. I could not take my eyes off him. Alpha Solomon seemed to understand and gave us a knowing smile. He then continued to introduce me to the rest of his kinsmen. As I spoke with them, I could feel Lucas's eyes on me.

Chapter 172: Of Highlanders and Schedule Changes Chest heaving in anticipation, Anna gazed up at the shirtless highlander standing over her. Slowly, he unlaced the bodice of her dress and tugged, baring her shoulders, which he lavished with kisses. Another sharp tug freed her breasts, her nipples sharp pink points in the chill of the night. "Och, lass," he breathed as he lay her across the enormous four-poster bed.

The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them locked in a moment of undeniable connection. Her breath hitched as she felt the warmth of his body against hers, and a shiver ran down her spine. Roderick's smile remained, but there was a glint of something more in his eyes now, a hint of fascination with this intriguing girl who dared to challenge him. "I want to know more about you, Cynthia," he said, his voice low and seductive, sending shivers down her spine. "I want to uncover the secrets you hold, the desires you hide, and the darkness that lingers in your soul."

Randall could feel the tension building in his loins as the heat of his arousal intensified as she stood still, knowing that she was at his mercy. "Come here," his low husky voice commanded, his eyes turning dark with lust and sinful desires. As she walked slowly toward him, her obedience sent a wave of satisfaction crashing down his veins. Reyana felt her heart ache and her skin heating up under his predatory gaze. She felt a mix of emotions - anger, sadness, hatred... And a little bit of desire. If she hadn't hated him so much, she would have been thrilled to see what he was made of... She would have been dying to know how it feels to be trapped under the hardness of his chiseled body, to

It was to show her, and Rhys, who owned her heart and soul, even as he claimed her body. Rhys watched, stroking his own cock, his eyes glazed with lust. “Touch yourself,” Lysander ordered him without breaking his rhythm. “Cum on her. Mark what we’re sharing.” The command broke Rhys. With a few rough strokes, he groaned, and hot streaks of his cum landed on Anya’s back and ass, branding her. The view and the sensation pushed Anya to the brink. "Now, my love," growled Lysander, his riding more savage, uncontrolled. "Cum on my cock."

Chapter 16: Shadows Between Shelves Cassandra’s POV Brady’s text glowed on my phone screen like a warning light: “I saw you two leaving the library together tonight. You looked… exhausted. Is there something going on I should know about?” I stared at it, my heart hammering. Alexander’s arm tightened around my waist, his warm, naked body pressed against mine under the sheets. His cum was still leaking slowly from me, making the inside of my thighs sticky.