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He added hesitantly. Reid smiled and adjusted the pillows against the hard iron bars. “This bed sucks,” he complained. “For leaning against, at least. The poles are useful for other things. How about we play a game?” He teased the alpha. “A game?” Jasper reached into the bedside table and pulled out an ashtray and a joint. He lit it, holding the smoke in his lungs for a long moment before releasing it. “A game,” Reid repeated. “Every time I do something new to make you cum, I’ll let you guess a letter.”

He slid his fingers between my legs, my breath catching as his fingers brushed against my inner thighs. His touch moved higher until his fingers finally reached my wetness. A shaky breath escaped my lips as he slipped them between my legs and I let out a quiet moan. “Oh… fuck,” I breathed as he began rubbing slow circles over my clit as my legs trembled, the sudden pleasure made my back arch slightly. My eyes squeezed shut as a gasp escaped me. The helicopter hummed loudly around us while the sky stretched endlessly outside the window.

The one she swore she’d never open unless she had to. It wasn’t really a book anymore at all. It used to be, once — long ago, before water and smoke and teeth and panic had worked on it. Now it was a block. Thick and lopsided, bound in mismatched leather, edges burned and split. Half the pages were gone, charred to curls. The writing that remained had bled in places, ink like old blood, symbols Baylee didn’t recognize, stuttering between languages that shouldn’t have sat together.

- he asked in surprise. - "Oh God, he noticed that..."- it flew through Selene's head.- Eh...- she sighed.- I mean... It's kind of embarrassing.- Selene stuttered, rolling her eyes. - Go ahead.- Eleazar encouraged her with a warm smile. Only now did she realize how handsome this boy was, and his eyes were blazing with some strange light. He took her hand lightly now, waiting for an answer, and his touch made Selene shudder slightly. What was wrong with her?

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I screamed out as yet another wave of laughter rumbled out of me. “Alright alright!” he turned to me with a smile, hands raised in the air and I knew deep down that this man was perfect! We continued our walk around the garden but my mind was still fixed on the penis trees. Those were the highlight of my day I tell you! ~~~ A/N Hey everyone While waiting for an update of your favorite book, please look up my newly signed novel called Twin Tormentors. it has 8 chapters so far and i am also working on it. remember to leave a comment and let me know what you guys think about it!

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Authors Note: The Human is book number one. The New Age King is book number two. I highly suggest reading book one before reading the sequel, but if you don't want to you can manage the second without doing so. The one big thing in the first book was Goddess Selene's curse. She cursed all lycans to be born in wolf form. Their first shift wasn't until the age of ten. Thank you so much for reading. "Please, Selene, slow down. Where are we going," I ask as the Goddess in front of me practically sprints down the wide corridor?

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.