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His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

If we could catch him and keep him in one piece, me and the boys had more than enough ways to get him to talk. I kept running, sniffing the air and trees as I ran by them. Vampires were ridiculously fast, and I would lose him for sure if I stopped to track him properly. I rapidly caught his scent and howled into the air for the pack to follow me. All vamps smelt like freshly killed prey and burnt iron. I can only describe it as being similar to a lit sparkler sort of smell. I guessed that the fresh meat smell was nature's way of enticing us, making us drool at the idea of eating one of those disgusting parasites. Each vamp also has their own unique and individual scent too. Nathaniel's was a

I climbed the stairs on trembling legs, each step sending fresh waves of searing need crashing through my body. The heat clawed at my insides like a living thing, demanding to be sated. My skin burned, slick coating my thighs with every movement, and my core throbbed painfully empty. Lorenzo’s bedroom door was ajar at the end of the hall. I pushed it open, the heavy alpha scent inside—woodsmoke, cedar, and undeniable power—hitting me like a drug. It only made the ache worse.

When I got home and I ran a hot tub of water; my legs and arms burned and throbbed from the unaccustomed exercise. I poured half of a bottle of lilac scented bath oil into the steaming water and sank into it gratefully, closing my eyes. I wonder how Gracie would look naked? My eyes jerked back open but the image persisted. My hand moved to my pussy, rubbing at the swollen bud of my clit, until I couldn’t bear it anymore. I came almost immediately. Afterwards, I lay in the water torn between being embarrassed at my improper fantasy and excited about the next time I’d see Gracieagain.

Genre: Demon x Human | Dark Fantasy Romance CW: Explicit sexual content, dark themes, possessive behavior, consensual but intense interaction. . . . The tavern in the city’s edge district reeked of smoke, sweat, and regret. Jolene Blaock didn’t mind it. It was a place where questions got lost in drink and eyes never stayed too long on one face. That night, she wanted that anonymity. A bruised heart, a broken job contract, and no more patience for the gods she used to pray to, she just wanted to be left alone.

The taller man in front of me with the gorgeous amber eyes, dark curly hair, and a tattoo of a half-moon on his neck, smiles and says, “I am Max, this is Damen, and the stealthy stud behind you is Sam, and you are our mate.” Did he say “mate?” I must have seriously hit my head or something and this cannot be happening. I have read so many paranormal and supernatural romance novels, and it is only in stories that I have heard someone say “mate” in the way he just did. “What do you mean by mate,” I say while looking at him like he grew a third arm or something.

I got out of bed and headed downstairs, hoping maybe a warm glass of milk would do it. I tried to be as careful as I could not to wake up Alpha Callum. He was a powerful werewolf with intense powers and powerful muscles. A thought flashed in my mind as I held on to the warm glass of milk. Alpha Callum bending me over the kitchen counter, his hands on my waist as he buried his thick cock inside of me over and over again. His voice deeper and commanding as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I just know he would be better in bed compared to Adam. He would have a bigger dick too.

Thank you for reading Wolfbane. This now begins book 2 of the series, Wolfblood, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Please note that this book is quite a bit darker than the first one, and contains some triggers, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway! Happy reading! *** TALIA

Our body fluids mixed into a scent that was to become my new olfactory fetish. “Call me Master,” he said softly, his ears resting on my lips. “Master,” I moaned, making enough hot air to make his body shiver. “Fuck yes,” he said, thrusts getting faster, eyes closed. “You own this pussy, Master,” I moaned louder into his ears, my hips meeting his thrusts. “Oh,” he sang in a way that softened me up, sending a vibration over my core.