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He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

“He’s right. You literally are still smiling right now.” Sure enough, the corners of my mouth were tilted up. “I just remembered something funny.” “You’ve had the same weird smile on your face since the lecture this morning,” Noah said. Rina frowned. “What lecture?” “The elective psychology course Lucas and I decided to sign up for. You know, the one that you said was ‘not suited to your taste’?” She waved a hand. “Oh that. What can I say? I like things that excite me. Not boring and tedious stuff. And Lucas agrees with me. He only joined because you got on your knees and pleaded with him.”

Luca, my own Italian stallion. In my fantasies, anyway. He's tall and built. His olive-toned, tanned skin draws me along with his midnight black hair and those dark brown eyes. Yum. Of course my fantasies aren't really happening right now. Because in my dreams, he catches me and then ravishes me, making me forget any other man. I've really been reading too many romance novels. Seriously. We just stare at each other, my blue-eyed gaze caught in his brown. I'm barely breathing, waiting for what he's gonna say. I know he's not my "real" dad.

His hand found my cock. “Names on purpose now,” Ash murmured. “Dangerous little thing.” I rode. I said Rook when I wanted the deep grind. I said Ash when I wanted the hand and the mouth on my neck. I used them like they’d used the count. It made Rook’s grip bruise my hips. It made Ash bite the old mark and groan like he was losing. Choosing was its own heat. Worse than being arranged on a mattress, because every drop of my hips was a vote I would have to remember. My thighs burned. Slick ran down Rook and onto the bed. I kept going until the anger and the want were the same motion.

’ as she dove in for another search. Taking the book, he realised it was a thinnish volume, in mint condition, and had Diamanda’s own picture on the back. Good God, it was her latest novel! One he hadn’t read but was dying to. It wasn’t even due out till next month. He studied the title - Watching Me, Watching You - then carefully flipped it open.

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SCARLET His finger brushed my skin as he draped the robe over my shoulders. I stared up at him and met his mysterious gray eyes. His face came close, so slow as if the world had stopped spinning. I wanted him, and only him. His lips were so close. Kissing him wouldn’t be too much pressure. I tangled my fingers in his hair. “Scarlet,” he called me by my name. “Yes, yes… Call my name… Luke…” Knock. Knock. “Scarlet, darling? Are you in there?”

The entire hall went dead silent in shock. "The scent you all must smell on my stepsister belongs to me. Cathy is carrying my pup, and under the decree of the Moon Goddess, she is my fated mate and your new Luna." There were gasps of shock, whispers of taboo, and sudden restless shifts among the older ranks. Suddenly, Elder Brandon—an arrogant, middle-aged wolf who had two young omega wives—stepped out of the crowd, his face twisted in sneering disbelief.

Talk turned light again, bad first dates we’d had before college, the time he burned dinner trying to impress me with pasta, my disastrous attempt at baking cookies that turned out like rocks. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows. We paid, walked back to the car hand in hand. No rush. The date felt like a bubble, sweet, romantic, just us. In the car, he turned to me before starting the engine. “Thank you for today.” I leaned over, kissed him soft and slow. “Thank you for being my partner.” He smiled against my lips. “Always.” He drove me home as the city lit up, the gala outfits waiting in the back seat.