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I squeezed her hand, feeling the incredible, rhythmic vibration of her power flowing into my palm, stabilizing the frantic pulse of my own heart. "They're coming, Silas," she whispered, her voice carrying a low, resonant frequency that effortlessly cut through the howling wind. I closed my eyes, letting my Lycan senses expand into the dark abyss of the canyon. She was right. The wind had shifted, bringing with it the unmistakable, foul scent of sour sweat, cheap ale, and the sharp, chemical sting of liquefied wolfsbane. A moment later, the distant, rhythmic crunch of thousands of boots against the frozen earth echoed up from the belly of the pass.

DARIUS’S POV The wind howled around us as I cleared the perimeter fence in one massive leap that nearly burst my lungs. Every muscle in my body felt like it was being sewn back together with live wires, sharp and electric, barely holding me in one piece. The raw serum Silas had given me wasn't any kind of gift; it was a wildfire tearing through my veins, eating away at whatever was left of the human side of me. It blurred the edges of my thoughts until nothing existed except the scent of Iris in my arms and the desperate, crushing need to keep her safe and keep moving forward.

Moving beneath my knees, he lifted them up and twisted them to the side to give him full access. “I’m going to give you something to think about for the rest of your life, Sawyer,” Sylas told me as he positioned himself beneath me, using his thigh to keep my knees in place. “From now on, when you touch yourself… you’ll picture me. When you’re alone in your bed, needing release, it’s my cock you’ll be craving.” His hands slid down my body, tweaking my nipples on the way. My chest was heavy as my breathing quickened. “When you play with this perfect pussy, you’ll see my face. It will be my name you cry into the dark as you come picturing my mouth between your thighs.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The man brought himself closer to Celine's ear now. "Are you brave enough to tease me?" asked Andrew seductively. "You know, I prefer to start the game first right now. Don't you like it?" asked the brown-eyed woman back with a confident smile. "Of course." Andrew now carried Celine up onto the bed and allowed her torso straight and her head against the soft pillow. "But, I prefer it if I make you say my name," said Andrew, who now grabbed the lips of the woman who was under his body. The man had now taken off his shirt which had all the buttons undone. Throw it on the floor.

ROGUE'S CLAIM 3 LILA’S POV The mating heat hits like a wildfire in the middle of the third night. I wake up gasping, my body slick with sweat, every inch of my skin burning. The small cabin feels too hot, and too small. My thighs are soaked, my clit throbbing so hard it hurts. Draven’s scent is everywhere—on the furs, on me, in me. It drives the ache deeper, until I’m writhing, my hands pressing between my legs for relief that never comes.

a red-haired girl asked provocatively. “Why would I?” Silas replied with a lazy smile. “I found the healer who suits me best. And she turns out to be a smokin’ hot girl. Everything’s just perfect.” Ezra narrowed his eyes from across the table. Suddenly he seemed less happy. I pretended not to see his death stare. “But still, having just one Lycan makes it almost impossible to win during Hunting Season. Why would you choose such a hard path for yourself?” that huge guy named Hansen asked with a frown.

"Hurry, please!" "With pleasure!" Grimm hammered into her tight opening without restraint. Her petals flared outward with every thrust of his enormous weapon. The friction ignited a fire within her, her internal muscles clamping down on him as her temperature soared. Snow White hit peak after peak, but they didn't stop. They took turns invading her, and now Vanguard was hammering her from behind. Thwack! Thwack! "Ah... ahh! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!"

"Not from you, anyway." "We'll see about that." Hunter raised the carved bones, and the dark symbols on his skin flared brighter. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you all over again, slave. Enjoy hearing you scream like you used to." Sylvia shifted, her transformation smoother than before, almost effortless. Her white wolf form with its silver markings seemed to glow in the dim light of my tower. She was smaller than Hunter's brown wolf, but there was a grace to her movement that spoke of power barely contained.

he praised. Windy continued the rhythm, moving back and forth more smoothly, her tongue spiralling around the sensitive veins, savouring the salty-sweet and hot sensation filling her mouth, her left hand holding Wilson's thigh for balance, her lips swelling from the pressure, but her determination burning, remembering Leon. "This is for you... I'll be better than Sonya... I'm younger. Definitely better than my aunt. I'll suck you like this, you'll definitely ask for more," she thought.