Novel & Cerita Tempted House Of Night Book

She pulled at the stone, and there, indeed, was a secret compartment. She looked inside, and her eyes opened wide in amazement. She was utterly shocked by what she saw. But before she could react, Caitlin felt herself constricted. Disoriented, she looked up, trying to understand what was happening, and as she did, she saw a silver netting, seemingly dropping from the sky, encasing her, wrapping around her. She saw a dozen vampires, tightening it around her, and felt herself falling to the ground.

Dearest gentle readers, *wink. This book is a sequel to Bound By The Lycan's Curse, which is Raven's dad amd Stepmom's love story. Kindly support by reading and enjoying the rollercoaster of emotions and unwavering love between a werewolf and a Lycan after fifty years of rivalry between both factions. Below is an expert. Chapter 1 I gazed out at the bright sun through the tinted windows of my dad's limousine, and rhe diamonds on my dress seemed to mock me, reminding me of my failure.

Maybe because I had been thinking about him so much recently, I had somehow been able to conjure him up. The way my heart seemed to be fluttering wildly in my chest was proof enough that I wasn't in some sort of dreamland. Damon really was standing only a few feet away from me. I tried to slow down my heart beat as I held his gaze. I subtly turned the book in my hand so that the back cover was facing him instead. I felt a slow burn start from my face and evenly spread out to the rest of my body when his hot stare dropped down to the book in my hand and then back up. Had he already caught the title?

He always did. He climbed back onto the bed, his movements deliberate, predatory, and leaned over her, their gazes locking. His eyes burned with a hunger that made her insides tingle with anticipation “I don’t want you pleading with your eyes,” he murmured, his voice low but echoed with something more dark, hungry. “I want your body to do the talking.” Nia swallowed hard as he gently but firmly tilted her head forward, the silk of the blindfold brushed against her skin before he tied it securely behind her head.

Causing my surroundings to spin around me, as I became intoxicated by him. Intoxicated by him… Intoxicated by his touch. As he completely possessed me. My mind, my body… My soul. Taking everything I had inside of me, and claiming it. Claiming it with his mouth. I knew that after this night, I would never be the same again. There was no turning back after this… And I didn’t want to turn back. I wanted him to claim me. I would never forget this night. The night he marked his territory.

His hand gripped the back of her neck, steady and demanding, while her body betrayed her with a shudder. “Say it,” he murmured against her lips. “Say what?” “That you want this as much as I do.” Her chest rose and fell with sharp breaths. “I want this.” The smirk that crossed his lips was dangerous, but it was also intoxicating. “Good. Then you’re mine tonight.” --- They left the club together. His apartment overlooked the city, a tower of glass and steel that glittered against the night sky. Inside, everything was sleek, controlled, like him.

"Come in." I pushed the door open, stepping into the dim chamber lit by flickering torchlight and the soft glow of dawn filtering through a high window. The bed dominated the space, a massive frame piled with furs and pelts, reeking of musk and dominance. And there, in the center, the Alpha lay naked atop his Luna, his massive body pinning her beneath him. I froze, tray trembling in my hands. The Alpha Thorne, our unyielding leader with his scarred, rippling muscles and piercing golden eyes, turned his head slowly toward me. His Luna, Elowen, arched slightly under him, her pale skin flushed, dark hair splayed like a halo on the pillows.

It tempted her, that path to payback, but now, in the harsh light of morning, it felt like another trap waiting to snap shut. She moved through the hallway on quiet feet, the house silent around her. No one stirred as she reached the front door, turning the knob with a soft click. Outside, the air hit her face, carrying the faint chill of early hours. She stepped onto the path leading away from his property, her pace deliberate to manage the soreness pulling at her muscles. Each step reminded her of the night's intensity, the way Riven had taken control, drawing out responses she hadn't planned to give. She thought back to the car ride, the rain pounding outside while heat built inside, his

I had been locked in, sitting behind my laptop. I jerked to my feet, heels creaking against the tiles, finally noticing the silence that hugged the office. They were all gone, every last one of them. Good thing it was Friday. I needed to stop by the club, grab a drink—or drinks, or maybe a whole bottle—get fucking drunk, and find a younger boy to give my pussy a good pounding. The drive home was fast. I got home, took a quick shower, sprayed on cologne, and was out and about. Driving to my favorite slut house, “Deluxy.” The club was bubbly as usual. The clicking sound of my heels was barely loud enough to be heard.

My breathing slowed, every part of my senses focusing on two places–my nipple and my folds. “Uhn..yes Ace, touch me,” I moan in the softest sound I could muster. I had to be quiet. After all, I had no idea if Ace was going to be back here or not. The last thing I wanted was for him to hear his name on my lips. But the more my finger played with my nipple, the stronger my desires became. I dropped the book in my hands, my other hand, finding its way to the crotch of my bum shorts.