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The yacht’s engines purred as we anchored in the most secluded cove yet, a hidden paradise surrounded by towering cliffs, crystal caves, and a private lagoon that glowed turquoise under the morning sun. I stood completely naked on the main deck, my body still marked and leaking from yesterday’s relentless use. Cum from dozens of loads had dried on my skin, my pussy and ass were swollen and sore, but the moment Damien stepped behind me and pressed his hard cock against my ass, I was dripping again.

"Neither can I." The world outside the library faded away as Julian backed her against the shelves, his hands gripping her waist as their kisses deepened. His touch was fire against her skin, sending waves of heat through her body. Sophia's breath hitched as he kissed down her neck, his hands slipping beneath her blouse. "Someone could walk in," she murmured, though the warning held no weight. "Let them," Julian growled, his voice thick with desire. His fingers found her bare skin, and Sophia moaned softly as his touch sent shivers down her spine.

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The silk sheets felt cool and luxurious against my heated skin. I got on all fours, just like I had imagined so many times while listening to him. I pulled my nightdress up to my waist, exposing myself completely to the empty room. The cool air against my wet pussy made me shiver. “F-fuck…” I whispered, pushing two fingers inside my dripping cunt. I closed my eyes and pictured him behind me — his large hands on my hips, his deep voice in my ear. “I’ll be your good girl, Master…” I moaned softly, pumping my fingers faster as I remembered the way he had praised that other woman.

I breathed, hanging my head low. "Your mate will love you even if you look like a mad woman. You are like a diamond covered in dirt. Remember how charming you were. Nothing changed. That beauty is still there, I swear!" Sienna, my wolf, soothed, and I felt like she sparked a light inside me. "Really?" I beamed. "Oh, yes, baby girl. Well, we might not even meet any mate out there, but the most important thing is to have a taste of freedom!" She squealed, and I laughed happily.

I wrote "Eat" After that i felt content leaving her. I walked out and attended to my work from my home office. I needed a few documents from my room so I walked in and the sight that greeted me was nothing less than ethereal. I saw Adrianna in a white gown. The gown hugged her like a glove. The thin straps showcased her milky white skin. The damned gown brought out all her curves. Damn you Ferocity World. Her red hair was a dark red from the water in it. It looked like she just woke up and she looked like a goddess. Her milky face and skin clear. She looked pure and I wanted to be the one to taint her purity.

Then she added, “What do you mean by bridge the gap?” I moved closer, she tensed. I gave a sly grin, and gave her a once over. I removed my cloak, “While I do enjoy the view, you do not strike me as an immodest witch.” She looked down at herself and a deep red rose to her cheeks as she tried to pull her dress to cover her breast. I was at her side, within mere moments wrapping my cloak around her, because of my broad shoulders, it fit her just snuggly. Honestly, I rather liked her in my cloak, as if she belonged to me. That thought sent more tension down below.

Juliet on the other hand felt the surge of tension and shiver building up in her. she could feel his cold hand traveling down the depth of her black jeans above the hollow between her legs. She felt like turning around and throwing him a kiss, but she stood still trying as much as possible to hide her feelings. Slowly Nick pushed his right hand into her silk underpants and began to rub the flesh of her pussy while his left hand found its way under her winter jacket into the base of her left breast.

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"

A slow, hot burn that tightened my chest and slicked my thighs. Then I saw him. He rose from a throne of ebony and bone. A silhouette of pure darkness wrapped in black leather. Obsidian and silver covered his face—a wolf's snout, narrow slits for eyes, a mouth that showed nothing but the occasional gleam of fang. The Phantom. Our gazes locked. The bond slammed into place like a physical blow. A primal snarl ripped from his throat, echoing through the hall. Conversations died. Every wolf turned to watch.