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Our breasts pressed together, nipples brushing, bodies flushed and burning. I brushed damp strands of hair from her flushed face and whispered hotly against her swollen lips: “We’re nowhere near done, baby. I want you dripping and begging before I’m through with you tonight.”

Almost too hot, but it had been so long since he’d been able to enjoy just soaking in the tub. The soothing scent of lavender drifted in the steam. Wren sank down so the only part of him exposed to the air was from his nose up. He was sore all over. His stomach hurt where the other wolf had managed to land a good hit. Images from the day before flashed through his mind. The metallic scent, and taste of blood. The other wolf, so young and new to fighting.

"But there are things you don't understand about me. Things that could put you in danger." Luna didn't care about the danger. All she knew was that she wanted to be with Jaxon, no matter what the cost. And so, they began a secret romance, meeting in abandoned warehouses and dark alleyways, always careful to avoid the prying eyes of the other werewolves in town. But as their love grew stronger, so did the danger that surrounded them. Luna began to suspect that Jaxon was hiding something from her, something that could destroy everything they had built together.

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By the Light of the Moon is a werewolf romance book by Julia Wildthorn that was adapted for television. “Hmm.” She started to disintegrate beneath his persistent touch as he caressed her shoulders and nuzzled her cheek. I’ll demonstrate what true lupus garous do in the name of love after I discuss business with my brothers and Uncle Sheridan. As Jake yelled, “Uncle Sheridan’s here,” he was already kissing her lips and stroking her breasts through her top. He was really getting worked up. Tom has just come, too. Darien grunted like a husky. I’ll be back shortly. “I’ll be waiting and prepared,” She smiled sweetly at him and reclined against the pillows.

With anticipation racing through her, she leaned in closer to him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Edmond responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around her waist as he deepened the kiss. Anna felt a surge of desire course through her, and she knew that she wanted him more than anything. It was a moment of pure bliss. As they kissed, Anna felt a connection to Edmond that she had never felt before. She felt like she belonged with him, in his world of werewolves and danger. They sat on the couch together, Edmond's fur brushing against Anna's skin. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as she looked into his eyes, which seemed to glow in the moonlight.

This couldn’t be happening. Fives had started stalking towards me, but he just about stopped himself, leaning on the desk. His knuckles were going white as he tried to force himself to breathe through it. Fives wasn’t mated, and unmated wolves were always going to struggle when someone went into heat, regardless of who it was. It just happened to be especially problematic with higher ranking wolves… and I was now their alpha. Even Chris felt it. His jaw was tight, his vampire bleeding into his eyes as he stared at me. His normally stoic expression was full of lust, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a tent in his trousers too.

Avalea By the Goddess, what have I done? I have actually gone ahead and kissed the Werewolf. My first kiss. I never thought my first kiss would be with a Werewolf. Temporary insanity. That’s the only reason it must have happened. Except… I want to do it again. And I don’t particularly regret it. Earlier when his lateral incisors got all sharp and the muscles in his shoulders bulged impossibly, it sent an arrow of something hot, something molten and delicious right down to my core.

Honestly, as I looked around the room, if you took away the performers, it reminded me of the rut scenes from Lisa Ladew’s One True Mate series. Yes, I read smutty shifter romance. Blame Uncle Alex! He’s the one who reads those books, even before he knew Aurelia was a werewolf. I picked them up because it is entertaining to see all the various takes on the reality we live in as humans in the supernatural world. We have a shifter smut book club. Uncle Alex started it, and it expanded over the years. Even members from the Sicilian packs are involved, like Zoe and André.

The first rays of morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a warm glow over the wrecked bedroom. I stirred against Lorenzo’s broad chest, my body heavy with exhaustion yet already humming with the familiar, insidious pull of the heat. It had only been a brief reprieve—maybe two or three hours of fitful sleep—but the fire was returning, licking at my veins and making my core clench with fresh, empty need. Slick had already begun to seep again, coating my thighs and the sheets beneath us. I whimpered softly, pressing closer to the alpha’s solid warmth, inhaling his scent like it was oxygen.