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Elena pulled me back up into a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues danced together, wet and eager. I loved how she tasted...sweet and a little desperate for more...Her hands roamed over my breasts, squeezing them while I did the same to hers. We were both breathing hard, moaning softly into each other’s mouths. She broke the kiss just enough to whisper against my lips, “I want to feel you… all of you.” Elena gently pushed me onto my back and positioned herself between my legs. She lifted one of my legs and hooked it over her hip, then pressed her wet pussy against mine. The moment our slick, heated pussy folds touched, I gasped loudly.

He tastes like adrenaline and defiance, like everything I shouldn’t want. His lips move against mine with a desperation that borders on violent, and for a second, I forget why I ever hated him. For a second, there’s no Noah, no revenge, no secrets. Just fire in my veins and the boy I swore was my enemy kissing me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive. He groans into my mouth, the sound low and rough, and I nearly break. My body aches with want, my chest tight with the terrifying realization that I’m not faking this. I’m not pretending.

The mix made everything more intense. Sweat slicked their bodies. Tatum’s breasts bounced with each movement. Sloane reached between them and rubbed Tatum’s swollen clit in firm circles. The sensations pushed them both closer. Raw emotion poured out between thrusts. “This stopped being only hate a long time ago,” Sloane admitted, her voice rough and breaking slightly. “I think about you all the time. Not just your body but your sharp mind on the field. The way you read plays. It drives me crazy.” Tatum leaned down and captured Sloane’s lips in a messy, hungry kiss. “I feel the same,” she whispered hotly against Sloane’s mouth. “I respect how hard you fight despite your knee. How you never qu

he groaned, gripping my hips as he started pounding. Each thrust slammed deep, balls slapping my clit, the desk creaking under us. I could feel every inch, every vein dragging along my walls. “Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me like you mean it. Own this pussy.” Roman snarled and gave it to me, hips snapping faster, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while the other fisted my hair. “Like this? You love taking my cock at work, don’t you? Greedy little slut for your boss.”

She yawned and closed her eyes slightly and slept off after a while. Steve Gillian brought out a romantic novel and started reading, he giggled as he read. Tony raised his brows and popped out his eyes on seeing Steve read a romantic novel, he gently touched his brother to see what was happening. James stylishly looked back and saw his alpha giggling, he quickly looked at his brother and they both smiled “When did the young alpha start reading romance novels?" he thought. "My friend and alpha has changed so much and this must be Barbara’s handiwork” he shook his head and smiled again. The drive to the Nightwalker pack was quite long but at last they got to the mansion.

His secretary Aileen, was in the other car with her husband, Kyle. It's sad to think that Kyle won't be able to fuck me anymore. I have to accept that. It is bad to fuck someone who is already married, right? I will only be hurt when I still push this dream. I consider Aileen as another friend even though we only met recently. I don’t know myself but I feel tired for reasons. It's been a long day and I'm sure, a little rest is worth it. Kyro was asleep next to me. He was lying with his head resting on my thighs.

"There you go! You just haven't met a better man. Let me introduce you to one. My younger brother graduated from a top university, and he's very loyal when it comes to relationships. He's 25 years old and has only ever had one girlfriend!" "Those who have only had one partner aren't very good choices because it's difficult to win over first loves." "That's true. Look at Jonathan, whose first love is Giselle. Charlotte was just a novelty, and once the feeling passes, he still won't be able to forget his first love." "Then why doesn't Giselle find it hard to forget Jonathan?"

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Without giving me a chance to say anything more, he drew my face close to his and pressed his beautiful lips against mine, nipping and sucking at them. His kiss was incredibly gentle, as if it were washing away all the pain in my heart. It felt as though a wave of warm water was being poured into my soul. I closed my eyes, savoring the softness of his lips. He parted my own, his tongue exploring my mouth and claiming every bit of sweetness. We remained lost in each other’s world until... I felt a hand slide over my chest, squeezing gently. I startled and snapped my eyes open, only to see him with his eyes still shut, thoroughly enjoying the taste of my lips.

I was going to be his Luna. "Liam?" I whispered, pushing open the heavy oak door to his bedroom. I wanted to surprise him before the ceremony started. But as the door creaked open, the smile froze on my face. The air in the room was thick with a scent that made my wolf whimper in disgust. It was the smell of sex. Recent sex. And there, tangled in the satin sheets of Liam’s king-sized bed, were two naked bodies. One was Liam, his dark hair messy, sweat glistening on his back. And underneath him, giggling with a sound that clawed at my insides, was Chloe.