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DANGEROUS ADDICTION: SEX, LOVE AND SCADAL "Everything I hate...Yet Crave." A COLLECTION OF STEAMY SEXUAL FANTASIES. This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships. If you feel like you can read on then be my adorable guest on a highly steamy and pleasurable journey that will leave you so high, horny and sexually active only at reading. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF HORNINESS

*** Ivan *** Day two of Slayne’s heat and apart from Manzitti being a nob and punching me, it’s been amazing. She is mine, all mine and mine alone and when she is vulnerable like this, I can almost pretend she has submitted to me and our fated mates bond. I can almost pretend until she opens her motor mouth and then there is no pretending.

My mouth watered at the sight. Kane pulled his fingers out of me, making me whine at the loss, but he just smirked and brought them to my lips. "Taste yourself, baby. See how sweet you are." I opened my mouth obediently, sucking his fingers clean, the tangy flavor of my arousal flooding my tongue. His silver eyes darkened, the scar over his brow making him look even more feral. "Good girl. Now get on your knees."

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

One of Chloe's friends. "So what? She's useless anyway," another one added. Chloe smirked, crossing her arms over her chest, looking like she was enjoying every second of my humiliation. "I am an Omega, Alpha," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "I'm afraid I cannot do that. We don't attack. We only survive." "Then survive this," he countered. Before I could blink, his hand shot out and grabbed my forearm. The contact was electric. Sparks — those cursed, beautiful sparks shot up my arm, making my breath hitch because my mate was touching me.

He’s dead. [Or stupid] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The bullet comments on the screen blew up into another climax, filled with more vicious curses this time and even less information. But the smirk on Meph’s face widened. “You guys are the best fans!” Meph’s long, deep, foxy eyes smile into two curvy lines, yet somehow he doesn’t come off as crafty but harmless and innocent, as if he really meant it. The amount of comments blew up, meaning star shards were a sensitive topic. At least, the “audience” had things to say about it.

A Climactic Encounter. Exploring the depths of pleasure and connection in a moment of intense passion. . A smirk formed on Frank’s lips as he turned towards me, catching me staring. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I couldn't deny the desire that burnt within me. I desired to touch him, to feel his wonderful cock beneath my fingertips. I knew I had to act on it before the moment slipped away. Embracing my boldness, I closed the distance between us, ready to fulfil the fantasy that had taken root in my mind.

I stammered. As I took the steps two at a time I began to think about the reaction I had just had to Delania’s smile. Did I like her? I mean the few kisses I have had with her were nice and her tiny little body was sexy as hell. Shammus seemed to go crazy around her, so I guess that would be a good thing. Neither of us had mates, so I mean I couldn’t necessarily piss someone off by pursuing her. Of course she may be like Phoebe was and waiting until she found her mate, I wonder when the next full moon is.

As an Alpha, though, I’ll do whatever I have to for my pack. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Sammie exclaims as I walk in the door. Sammie is an annoying she-wolf who loves to pretend we have something. She’s got long black hair, darker than my own. Her pale blue eyes disappear among her pale skin. She’s pretty, but she isn’t my mate. “What do you want?” “Geez, I just thought you could use some company. We could head to my room.” “Sammie, this hasn’t worked once in the last year. Would you give it up already?”

"I'm not done teasing the particulars out of this gloriously titillating nugget yet! Like how your mysterious new fur baby fits into this whole 'training your ghostwriter in the language of unbridled sensuality' scenario you've evidently orchestrated..." I felt my shoulders slump in resignation, knowing she'd only pester me relentlessly now that more wayward trails had opened in her scheming imagination. Lilly had that distinctive whiff of a fresh scandal sweeping through the rumor mills - except this one appeared tailor-made for her own inexhaustible entertainment. Unfortunately for me. "Smoky is just a kitten I adopted today," I corrected with a weary sigh, already anticipating the litany