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I have to let Jenna go, but before that, I need to lay her down and push what’s left of her blood back into her body. She didn’t deserve what I did here today, all because I was frustrated. The best way to kill a wolf is to take his mate. The trouble is that my brother is right; he’s a Romerian Alpha, a Royal, and losing one’s mate without sealing the mate bond won’t kill a wolf as powerful as my brother.

The two of them had never played together before but they fell in sync with one another’s rhythm almost immediately! Goodness! “I certainly didn’t expect this from Young Master Henderson and Christina! These two make such a romantic couple!” Young Master Lewis’s jaw dropped in exaggeration. However, he shut his mouth immediately upon sensing the deathly glare from Michael. Christina turned to look at Matthew as the last note was played and the latter returned the gaze with affection in his eyes. The two of them looked into each other’s eyes for a long time before he suddenly hugged her, locking his lips with hers before she could react.

The roots seemed to pulse with the rhythm of her heartbeat, bowing toward her as though acknowledging the axis she had become. Rowan held her down, his growl vibrating through her as he drove her higher. Lucien whispered in her ear, velvet words in an ancient tongue, guiding her pleasure like a spell. Her magic flickered with their touch—tiny sparks of gold and silver dancing across her skin, harmless but radiant. When her release came, it ripped through her like lightning, leaving her trembling, sobbing their names. The hollow shook softly, dust sifting down like falling ash. Rowan followed, roaring, his body shuddering against hers. Lucien groaned low, his lips capturing hers as he spilled

But when I did, the sight still stole my breath. Damian Blackwood. Tall. Dark. Lethal. He didn’t just walk—he commanded the space, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his tailored suit in all the right places. And Serena? Serena lit up like a damn chandelier. She was on her feet in an instant, her earlier boredom forgotten as she practically glided across the room. “Damian.” Her voice was smooth as honey, thick with something I didn’t want to name. Then, right in front of me, she placed a hand on his chest—familiar, claiming.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

Darcy fluttered into Felix's arms like a butterfly, completely changing from the vicious woman who had just tormented me. She spoke in a sweet, almost childlike voice, “Babe, where have you been? If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known someone snuck in here trying to seduce you!

The kiss deepened, and my mind was spinning—flooded with a mixture of fear and a strange, twisted longing. I didn’t want this, didn’t want him. But every part of me wanted more. The darkness he offered was intoxicating, like drowning in a pool of gasoline and fire. I knew it would burn me, I knew it would destroy me, but I couldn’t stop myself from falling deeper into it. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to look at me, his gaze dark and triumphant. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, this time his voice low and full of a kind of madness. “You’re mine to do with as I please.”

It was too much and it was the only size left in the world. “Fuck,” Ash whispered, actually shaken. “Feel that.” Rook made a sound I had not heard from him. His forehead hit the back of my neck. They were both inside me. Moving would be small. It was still everything. They stacked their rhythm. Short. Careful in the way predators are careful with something they don’t want to break because they mean to keep it. Every grind rubbed them against each other inside me. The twin-bond must have been screaming. I could smell it, rut and pine and me.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

rise from the chair, and I walk back toward the bedroom, drawn by the pull of her presence, the magnetic force that I feel even now, even in sleep, and when I open the door and see her curled on the bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her hair spread across the pillow like a dark halo, her lips parted slightly, her breath warm and even, I feel something shift inside me, something that I have not felt in a very long time, something that might be called tenderness, if tenderness could exist in the same body as the predator that lives in my chest, and I cross to the bed, crawling in beside her, pulling her against me, and she stirs, murmuring something in her sleep, and I press my nose to