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I absolutely hate when wolves use my full name, but my inner beast is secretly shocked he actually bothered to remember it. He shoves his massive hands into his pockets, towering over my sitting form like some ancient pack deity. His blue eyes drop down to scan the cover of my book—it's a super explicit, feral wolf smut novel. It's my absolute favorite comfort read, the exact book that dragged my wolf into the world of erotic wolf romance. It's basically my version of zoning out after a brutal week. A wicked, dirty smirk spreads across his full lips. "You like dominant alpha kink, pup?"

His fingers dug in and I moaned softly, grinding back against the growing bulge in his pants. The tension snapped. He spun me around and kissed me hard, tongue invading my mouth as one hand squeezed my tit roughly. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” I gasped against his lips, my hands yanking at his shirt buttons. “You’ve been teasing me for days.” Fabian shoved me toward the couch in the corner, stripping my bra off and sucking one nipple into his hot mouth while his fingers worked my jeans open. “Then take it,” he said, voice thick as he pushed two fingers deep into my dripping pussy. “So fucking wet for me already. This pussy is all mine now.”

It’s a romance book with a half-naked man on the cover, a girl in a skimpy dress, and a wolf in the background titled ‘Taming the Alpha. He smirks as he passes it back to me, “Enjoy your reading, Elyria. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.” Conrad is shaking with the urge to laugh as he stands behind Atlas and Dahlia smacks his arm in annoyance. I scurry away, ready to leave the embarrassment behind. I rush to my bedroom instead of going to the office. I shake my head in frustration. Literally, I could’ve grabbed any other freaking book. Of course, I pick the one that screams sex!

Fabio snorted and said, "i am happy with it. And every furniture here was handpicked by my wife. It was not copied from a magazine. Come, let's go." Adriano followed him up thr stairs to the second floor. Fabio knocked quietly at a door before he opened it. He peeked in to make sure his wife was appropriate before he let Adriano in. "I was begining to womder if you had decided to move bavk to your father's house," his wife said. She looked up, and Adriano was taken aback. Fabio was married to an absolute beauty. Mira was a tall, graceful woman, her hair was red and well softly down her shoulders. She and a light sprinkle of freckles on her cheeks and nose. All her features were soft, except

He pointed at me and asked Ace, "What exactly is your relationship with her?" Ace let out a quiet laugh. Leaning in just a fraction closer, he turned to me. "Zayla, what do you think we are?" I met his gaze. His eyes—those deep amber eyes—glowed like molten gold under the dim light. A predator's gaze, lazy yet sharp, like a panther lying in wait. His stare burned into me, igniting something deep inside. There was no resisting a look like that. Before I even realized it, our fingers had laced together, his grip firm.

The separated individual continued to try to excite my resources with her awe-inspiring half-closing of the eyes while becoming flushed with her full mouth after they had finished the most common way of crunching, drawing out their gold mirrors, lip glimmer, and powder. They talked about their recent good times with friends, partners, and interests, as well as the theater. They likewise discussed Gabrielle, whose spouse passed away the week before. "So moronic of him, since one of Alice's "mates" among the Ministers could without a doubt have him a fragile work, and one must persistently help one's sidekicks!" Alice esteemed Gabrielle. — Anyway he has left her particularly obliged—Gabrielle

Grabbing his hair as if it was some kind of lifeline. Yearning for help that she didn’t even want. He lifted her up. Carrying her in his strong, chiseled arms and then, he gently laid her down onto the bed. He was against her then and Love felt a push of muscular wetness against her thighs. Rubbing against the surface of her underwear between her legs. Ronnie gently placed his muscular hands over hers and guided her hands to his erected mound now at her center. She didn't hesitate to grab him all up in her soft hands, completely feeling him up with her hands and pressing her fingers into every inch of him.

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

he says, his hands stretched out for me. I place my hand on his and then step out instantly, flashes going off on my face and the paparazzi ready to make their new headline about me being pregnant. I glow in my red strapless ball gown with diamond heels, my accessories are also diamond. My jet black hair is styled to look sleek behind my back and so long, that it's past my bum. "Fuckin sexy" Fabrico mutters in my ear before kissing me. "You look sexy mama" My cheeks blush red as we move away from the car and it drives off. I find myself waving alongside Fabrico, his face stoic but possessing a small smile tugging the side of his lips anytime he looks at me.

whispered the man. The man had just seen the photos sent to his cell phone by someone for him. It was very newest photos, just a few minutes ago, a photo that he could no longer deny to be true. Photo of a man was kissing a young girl in a car. A man who he knew as Skandar Alexander Hemingway, the famous main heir of the Chagall Corporation. He did not care who the billionaire conglomerate kissed a woman to, he did not care. What he strongly denies and he could not believe was the identity of the girl. The girl whom he kissed.