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He says quietly and I shake my head. "I don't need anyone to make me happy. And I don't need the stress of loving someone, only for them to be stolen from me by a monster. Either killed or worse, claimed as a mate by some female who thinks she can take him against his will just because he smells good." The thought makes me sick. Who knows if that whole mate bull shit is even real. They could just think a human is attractive and use that as an excuse to kidnap them and keep them hostage.

When she described squirting on Damien’s cock, Marcus pulled her into his lap and fucked her right there on the dining chair, slow and desperate. By evening, they were both exhausted but unable to stop touching each other. The betrayal had unlocked something dark and primal between them. Elena’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was a message from Damien. **Damien:** How does it feel being back with your husband? Did you show him my marks? Send me a picture of your cum-filled pussy right now. Elena showed Marcus the message. His breathing grew ragged. “Do it,” he whispered. Elena’s cheeks burned, but she stood up, slipped her robe open, and took a close-up photo of her swollen, well-used

I asked him in response. “Perhaps, you were thinking about me? Or you were thinking about what had happened earlier. Do you want to do it here? I am ready, my lady.” I shook my head in disbelief at what he just said. He really can’t keep his mouth shut. I heard him laugh. “You can do it to other women, Peter. Stop dragging me into your sinful desires.” “Sinful desires? You two aren’t even married yet and who cares if you two are married by the way? I always get what I want, my lady. Even you,” he said as he looked at me.

One grabbed her chin smearing it across her cheeks until she was coated, dripping, ruined. “Look at her,” one muttered, rubbing his shaft over her spit and cúm soaked lips. “Tits glazed, holes leaking, face covered. Filthy fucking slut” Sophie whimpered, too weak to move, her body a mess cum seeping from her pussy and ass, streaking her títs, dripping off her chin. “Every hole filled” one growled, giving her nípple a wicked twist. “This is what you were made for” The three men stood, tucking themselves back in leaving her sprawled on the bed, dripping and broken. No one asked her name. They did not care about anything as such.

Carla Mathew was unable to keep his mouth shut in response to any of my questions; he then gently took my hand and admitted, "yes, yes, I have so much great feelings for you. If something terrible had happened to you, then it would have been the end for me as well. I don't understand how I can say that given that I am aware that you are the queen of all the werewolves and that you already have a mate. But I just can't seem to stop doing this to myself. The only thing that would make me happy right now is to embrace you and kiss you. I've given serious consideration to eloping with you."

“You wore this tight little dress on purpose, didn’t you? Knowing exactly what you were doing to me.” I moaned loudly as two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling against that perfect spot. “Yes I did…because I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I confessed breathlessly. “I’ve wanted you for so long… I’ve touched myself thinking about you every night and I can’t keep pretending any longer.” Damien groaned, his fingers moving faster. “My best friend’s little sister… so fucking wet and begging me to ruin her. If Ryan knew what I was doing to you right now…”

"Stop it..." But my body betrayed me. My legs trembled and my nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my blouse. I hated him for touching me, but hated myself more for wanting him to keep going. His voice came out low and vibrating against my skin. "There's a hunger in you, Annalyn. You don't understand it yet, but we do." "We?" "You've only met one of us." My stomach dropped. "One?" "Three alphas were born under the blood moon that year," he said. "We are bound to one mate, I mean... the same mate."

Either that, or he shows his playful, lust drunk side a lot more passionately than his other emotions. He seems to moving methodically, from the feeling of his lips on my neck, to his hand slowly sliding under my shirt to my stomach. All I can do is lie still, unsure of what to do. I hate myself for comparing him, but to Sinful, this is completely different. With Sinful, I was hardly thinking, wanting to get back at someone. I just don't know who. In this situation, I'm completely left entranced by the mate bond. "We probably should take this-"