Round Fingers Under Military Uniforms

Crown Prince James Reynolds felt love in an unusual set-up, with another Prince, Raphael of Ayatullah. A relationship that shaken the foundation of Royal Families during that era. It urge several military and political struggles, those years also brought pain and tears to the couple for losing families and loyal friends caused by territorial expansions of neighboring countries when He took the Kingship. But this struggles reshape and redefine Monarchy when the relationship was accepted by the people which made possible by acceptance for the people. Witness the genesis of a new Kingdom.

Marcus slammed his mouth on her in a brutal way. His hand still round her neck. The mating bond is a scum. Selena couldn't resist the taste of the lips even with how rough he was raving her. She came back to her senses when she remembered that he was getting married in few hours. She then begin to struggle. "You will never be my Luna!" This book, is filled with how a poor girl was miserable because In a short time she has two mates and none wanted her. one hated her for what she did when she was little, the other never wanted a mate. She had to go through the turbulence in the pain of her heart. keep reading to know what exactly happened to Selena. enjoy.

"I guess you are ready for round two..." He chuckled in my ear in a husky voice.    His voice made a shiver run down my spine, and I moaned while placing my hand on his bare, hard-toned chest.    I tried to pull him to me, but he chuckled and went away, "No... Don't flatter yourself thinking that I will go for another round with you. It was a one-time thing between us."    "What are you saying? We are mates..."    "I don't fall for weak females who can't even shift into her wolf... We are NOTHING."    No...This can't be possible...He can't just leave me after taking me? After taking the only thing and hope I had in me...My virginity and...Mate bond...    My clothes were thrown at my face with an evil smirk on his face, "Get dressed and get out as soon as you can... I have more people waiting for me." ******************   A werewolf with no wolf was considered a disgrace to their kind, and Hazel was one of them. Betrayed by her community and mate, she moved to the city to start a new life but she didn't know that one night stand with her alpha will change her life for once and all.    Alone, hurt, and Pregnant... Hazel tries to build her new life but the announced arrival of her mate in her life again leaves her baffled.    He wants her again but this time, as his contracted wife.    Liam had seen so many women that he doesn't remember Hazel being his mate and approached her to be his contracted wife. Filled with anger and hurt, will Hazel accept his proposal or turn him down? Is Liam again playing with her to get the baby, or does he not know her for real? 

“You look perfect like this,” one whispered, fingers down my thigh. “I wondered if you really killed her, did you?” Cuffed, wrists above my head, legs bare and open, one ran a flogger over my belly. I arched back, gasping. Another leaned in, breath hot at my neck. The third stood at the edge of the bed, watching me squirm. “We don’t even need to touch you to make you beg.” Then he finally did, he slipped two fingers straight between my legs, slow and deep. “Oh my god,” I moaned, hips bucking. “You’re this wet already?” he growled, curling his fingers inside me. “And we haven’t even started fucking you yet.” The one at my neck licked a trail down to my collarbone. “You killed her. Admit it.” I shook my head, but my body gave me away. My legs were shaking. I was clenching around his fingers like I’d never been touched before. "I didn't do it." I moaned again “Say whose hole this is,” he demanded. “M-mine—” The flogger struck my thigh. “Try again." I looked up, breathless. “Yours. Fuck. It’s yours.” ******** Chloe was sent to Nightshade Academy, the same elite school where her sister allegedly took her own life. To earn her father’s approval and uncover the truth, she had no choice but to go. Now, after another student is found dead, Chloe was the prime suspect due to the circumstances surrounding the death. Tied by an unbreakable bond to the three Alpha triplets sent to catch the killer. Now, Chloe is caught in their dangerous web. Worse? She’s mated to all three who are determined to make her accept to the crime.

At a time when sudden cosmic imbalances can be felt across universes, Earth becomes the center of an extraterrestrial attack when there is an alien-like invasion by an army of inter dimensional beings led by a goddess of war and death. There is then a most impeccable ensemble comprising of one Natasha Johnson; Atlanta’s christened superheroine, ‘Viper’, along with a group of teenagers, super-powered beings, some old familiar faces, scientists, cops, the military, and even mercenaries who must then team up to ensure the survival of the planet as well as preventing the impending destruction of the entire cosmos.

WARNING: HEAVY SMUT AHEAD!!! Mature audiences only! Proceed with caution! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Please,” she whispered, desperation cracking her voice. “Please, Chase.”   “Begging already?” His voice was cruel, his fingers circling faster, pushing her to the edge. “I'm not even nearly done with you yet.”   She squeezed her eyes shut, the recruit’s muffled cries and the whip’s crack filling her ears, amplifying her need. Chase’s fingers were relentless, stroking her clit, and dipping inside just enough to tease.   “Please,” she whimpered, louder now, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie again. I’ll be good. Please, let me cum.”   He chuckled, his lips brushing her neck. “Not yet, baby. Fight it.”   Her body screamed, every nerve on fire, the recruit’s struggles mirroring her own. The girl’s master groaned, close to release, as Lila’s whip landed again and again on her ass.   Emma’s head felt like it was about to explode under the pressure, her thighs shook with the effort to conceal it, her pleas spilling out. “Please, Chase, I can’t hold it any longer… I need it."   "Don't. You. Dare. Come." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Picture this: A CEO pinning his partner's daughter over his desk, whispering rules that chain her soul while his cock claims her body. Or a werewolf's claws raking skin in the moonlit woods, rutting her senseless till she's howling his name. We mix it up... sweet, slow-burn romances that melt into tender fucks and whispered "I love yous," flipping to the dark side with BDSM bites, non-con edges that blur fear into filthy want, and horror vibes where ghosts fuck you cold then hot. Your panties? Ruined. Your cravings? Fed. And yet, you'll still be here begging for more. Dive in if you're brave enough.

This action thriller will catch you right from the beginning. Human cloning is strictly prohibited, or so we thought. This is the story of Dr. Julius Hansen, renowned scientist, whom the religious group called "The Second Coming" makes the proposal to clone Jesus of Nazareth, using the DNA from the sudarium of the Cathedral of San Salvador in Oviedo, Spain. At first he refuses, but his scientific curiosity and attraction to the unknown make him secretly accept the request. But when the boy reaches his first year of life, Dr. Hansen decides to run away with him so as not to subject him to any kind of religious fanaticism, and both disappears for four years. Now Joseph, the clone of Jesus, is five years old and Dr. Hansen decides to come out of hiding under pressure from a dangerous satanic sect and an extreme religious group who manage to locate them, unleashing a ruthless hunt to catch them and murder the clone child. Fortunately, on their way they meet former marine David Cranston, who decides to protect them using his military knowledge and experience in the war in Afghanistan, leaving a trail of death in his wake. In this scenario, detectives Mark Forney and Doris Ventura of the New York Police, will investigate the motive, still unknown to all, of the deaths in the city, while a sagacious journalist tries to anticipate them with the exclusive of her life. Meanwhile, without being fully aware of it, Joseph will develop important "skills" that only someone like him can have, changing the lives of the people around him and showing that his birth may be part of the many plans God has for this world. A fast-paced story full of action and emotion, developed as a trilogy. This is book One.

18+(Contains Dark Themes) __ "That doesn't make this okay," I breathed. "I'm married. Why are you even interested in me?" He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "I found a drop-dead gorgeous woman holding back tears at my welcome party." His fingers crept under the hem of my sweatshirt. "Interested? Catherine, can't you see I'm obsessed?" **** When Catherine Holloway’s gets drunk at a gala, she wakes up tangled in the sheets, and the arms of her estranged stepson, Soren Ashford. The dangerously alluring Lycan has always been a distant shadow in her life… until now. Their chemistry is raw, relentless, and ruinous. But when she discovers she’s pregnant, his dismissal destroys her before she could let him know: "It was just an affair.” Exiled and disgraced, Catherine rebuilds her life from nothing, until Soren returns a year later. Hungrier. Possessive. Unhinged. He’ll burn fortunes, break alliances, and slaughter every enemy who dares stand between them. Because Catherine isn’t just his stepmother anymore. She’s his obsession. And this time, he’s not just asking for forgiveness. He’s taking her back.

Everyone in the social circle of Kingsford said I was nothing more than a lapdog raised by Charles Mankin. I was always at his beck and call. I did every filthy, ludicrous thing for him under the sun. When he street raced, I rode shotgun. When he drank himself senseless, I made him hangover soup. When he chased girls, I prepared protection for them. Over time, everyone knew: Charles had a dog who never ran, never bit back, no matter how hard he kicked. They all said I must be madly in love with him. Even Charles started to believe it. So he pushed further, more freely, more cruelly, crossing lines as if they never existed. Then came my twenty-fifth birthday. He, in a rare stroke of mercy, said he'd celebrate it with me. But instead, what he got was the news that I was leaving the country. He went berserk, charging through the airport like a man possessed. I peeled his fingers off my wrist one by one, smiling like I'd never been happier. "Don't be stupid," I told him, still smiling. "That was never love." That night, Charles smashed apart his family home like a rabid dog.

He pushed me roughly, grabbing my legs and humping his hard d**k on my p*ssy gate. "Fuck! we shouldn't be doing this." he hissed under his breath. "Shhh." I whispered to his ears. "You opened my legs, inserted your sausage inside my cherry...and now you are backing off? Daddy, something is considered forbidden, only when you make it so." **********(Flashbacks). “Samantha Monroe, do you take Dominic Vance to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Cierra's breath caught under the veil. The name wasn’t hers, it was her mother's. But the entire church waited. Cameras flashed. And somewhere, her mother was still trapped in a courtroom on the other side of the city, where her flight was with-held. “I… do.” The words came out barely a whisper. Dominic’s fingers brushed hers as he slid the ring on. Warm. Certain. He didn’t know the woman beside him wasn’t his bride.. only the bride's daughter. It was supposed to be a cover-up, a harmless favor to protect her mother’s reputation for a few hours. But one signature turned the lie into law, and one look from Dominic, created a huge lust in her... a temptation that made her realize there would be no easy way out. When her mother finally returned, victory in court, she found her new husband already captivated by her daughter, the girl who’d worn her veil. Now the secret binds all three of them: A daughter carrying a forbidden truth, A mother desperate to reclaim the man meant for her, and A husband torn between the woman he promised and the one he can’t forget. In a world where every vow hides a sin, Cierra must learn that not all that glitters is gold… sometimes, it’s her stepdad.