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"Dead serious. You manipulated me into chasing your mother? Fine. Now you're going to make it up to both of us." The room went silent except for our ragged breaths. Samantha hesitated, her hands trembling at her sides, but then, God, yes, she reached for the hem of her blouse, peeling it off slowly. Her bra followed, revealing full breasts with nipples already stiff from the charged air. She shimmied out of her pants and panties that was already damp at the crotch in one motion and kicked them aside. "Good girl." Damien's eyes darkened further, his voice rough with approval. "Now, get on your knees. Suck your mother. Clean up the mess I made."

FREAKY AFTER DARK: CONTENT WARNINGS What You're About To Read This collection doesn't do safe. It doesn't do vanilla. If you're looking for paranormal romance where the monsters are basically humans with extra features, keep scrolling. Freaky After Dark is unapologetically filthy paranormal erotica where supernatural beings act like the feral, dominant, possessive creatures they actually are. These stories are designed for readers who've been waiting for monster romance that actually commits to the monster part.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

His presence filled the room like thick smoke, suffocating yet intoxicating. “What should I offer you?” he repeated, his voice smooth as silk. “You,” I said before I could stop myself. His smirk deepened, and in two strides he was in front of me. His fingers tilted my chin upward, forcing my gaze to meet his. Those eyes burned with something dark, something hungry. “You never fail to tempt me, Jade.” His words brushed my lips like a touch. Before I could breathe, his mouth crashed against mine. The kiss was hot, desperate, claiming. I melted into it, my hands sliding up the firm planes of his chest, tracing every ridge of muscle. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my s

“An elder stopped me after mass this morning, and asked questions about our private sessions. Rumors are spreading that something inappropriate is happening between us. I told him it was spiritual guidance but they are suspicious.” I moved closer anyway, my body aching for contact. “Let them talk, I don’t care. Your voice makes my clit throb even when you’re warning me away. Feel this.” I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my thigh under my skirt sliding it higher until his fingers brushed my soaked bare lips. “See how fucking wet I am for you. All day I’ve been leaking thinking about your thick cock.” He pulled his hand back fast but not before I felt his fingers tremble against my ski

His mood, his discomfort, his longing. “There is a bond between us,” she said at last, in a low voice. “Something… supernatural. Ancient. Apparently, it doesn’t happen with everyone. But when it does, it’s… as if two souls were made for each other. It’s not just desire or attraction. It’s a force… alive.” Jenn widened her eyes, enchanted. “Like… magical soulmates? Predestination? Imprinting? Like in books?” “It’s more intense than that,” Susan replied, staring at the window as if searching for his reflection there. “I feel him. Even from afar. I feel when he’s angry, when he’s tense, when he misses me. And he… feels everything from me too.”

Her mind clouded with need. She shivered. Was it just some kink? A twisted game? Or was it something more? She couldn’t shake it. Couldn’t rest. And the more she tried to make sense of it, the deeper the unease grew in her gut. She opened a private browser window and hesitated only briefly before typing in the words: “Signs you’ve been bitten by a vampire.” Nothing helpful. A few odd Reddit threads, a YouTube video about tantric healing, and a pop article about succubi.

If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING. Also, this is a rewrite/combined book of a series I have posted on Dre*me. For those of you who have followed my work for a while, you might know the original book series, The Forced Series which follow Rose, Kane, Alexander and Raven Tavish. This is a rewrite and it will be different. I will be making a lot of changes and the biggest being this WON’T be four books. I have taken those four books and combined them into one long book here. So, please no comments about how this is stolen work or similar to another authors series. This is my original work and I am the original auth

"I understand that that may not be Austin's mother. So what's happening?" Damian looks at Austin. He nods at him. Austin looks at me. "Yes, Sybil Leek is not my mother nor your biological one. She is your godmother. Our mother was infertile. She couldn't have children. Mom and dad met someone who said they could help them have children. I've come to find out that it was Sybil Leek. She's well-known for practicing dark magic; she's a witch. It's likely she did a spell to take their firstborn daughter. She may have taken you for her own personal gain. I don't know for sure," Austin tells me. "We are also werewolves."

“You don’t remember, do you? Last night we finally merged. Our twin flames ignited. Our souls fused when I filled you.” She blinked rapidly, trying to pull away, but I held her firm. The mirrors multiplied us in endless pairs locked together. “Damien, stop. We were drunk. That was… we can’t—” I cut her off with a deep kiss, my tongue invading her mouth while my free hand slid down to cup her breast, pinching the nipple hard. “Can’t? Serena, feel it. Look around.” I forced her head to turn, making her stare at the reflections. Dozens of Damens dominated dozens of Serenas. “Our bond is supernatural. Without my cock claiming this pussy every single day, your soul will fracture. You’ll wither in