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Great, more unanswered questions. Thorne takes my hand and starts to stride away pulling me with him "No, I'm not leaving with you. I'm waiting for Dante and Alarich" He turns to face me and I cower under the burning stare of his red serpent eyes. I cower? I'm scared ? This new weakness I display, just pleases him. His eyes return to their haunting black shade and he grins. Yes, that fucking grin. "Hmmm what to do with you?" He fakes a contemplative look whilst swirling a strand of my hair around his finger "I like this new side of you, without the queen's mark."

"Please. Remain with me. I let out a sound that was half growl and half sob. Sparks flew as I smashed my claws into the steel floor next to his throat, splintering it. Anger and sorrow tore at me, causing my entire body to tremble. "I am unable to—" I let out a gasp. "I'm powerless to stop it!" Even as I resisted and my claws repeatedly tore through the floor, Thorne put both arms around me and crushed me to his chest. Let me stop it for you, then. You're Rin. Mine. Not his. Never his. The flames cooled after a while. But just for a second. Sharp and harsh, the scientist's laughter reverberated. "Dreadful. Do you believe he will be saved by love? Alpha, no. Love is a sign of weakness. Weakne

That presence which is like a force he unknowingly carries around with him is on full display and it attracts them. Everyone - male or female- is attracted to Ash Thunder. He's a god in a room full of mortal men, a donut on a table of Brussels sprouts, he's as mesmerizing as a brightly lit and twinkling Christmas tree in a pitch-black room. It's so obvious that everyone's lust pit is reacting to him.

The sweet scent of her arousal drove him wild. Unexpectedly, he threw her upward, and her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. ‘STOP!!!’ Thor screamed, pushing past his barrier as the life of his Luna flashed before him. author's note: Chapter 3 will be the last on this story. The next is on a doctor and patient fetish. Imagine your crush being your gynecologist. You've fantasized about stripping before him, spreading those sexy slutty thighs, and showing him how good you are with instructions. Years later, he turns out to be your doctor, and he gives you one simple command: open your legs.

{ Nukea } I still don't know if this is a long term plan by Theodore to fuck me over in a more elaborate way or if he really is just... not that bad, but I'm starting to get really confused. Never in a million years did I think I'd be cooking and eating sitting across from the future Alpha of the Greyhound pack, The Enforcer, a powerful man, one who has so much money he hasn't even realized one of his Rolex watches has been stolen.

I’m practically aching for him, but I don’t want to give in yet. Not when I’m having this much fun torturing the poor man. “Are you on anything?” he asks me, his mouth hot and wet against my ear. “The pill,” I rasp. “I’m on the pill. Condom?” “Bedroom.” “Then what are you waiting for—” Without warning, Thor stands and brings me along with him, easily throwing me over his shoulder with strength I didn’t know he possessed. No matter how much I kick and struggle, he doesn’t let me go. In fact, he claps me on the ass for good measure.

They gotta stop mooning over me, he thought. “Hey,” Thor called to them in a flirty manner. When does he not? He climbed the pool ladder, flexing his shoulders. The water streaked from his shoulders down to the form of his biceps and from his chest down to his six-pack abs. “Showoff,” Paul Sohan whispered that made him and Erric chuckle. Thor walked towards them casually and said, “We’re thirsty, so—” One of the ladies couldn’t contain her shriek and ran off to The Sans Café & Bar. Thor smiled and Erric was almost sure he felt pity for the runaway girl, feeding his self-conceit.

He laughed softly. “Why couldn’t the Goddess have chosen someone like her instead?” Cruel laughter and whispers bubbled through the hall. My hands trembled, but I forced them still. The pain of the mate bond rejection began to burn in my chest, raw and unbearable. “What’s your name?” Rafael sneered. My lips quivered as I answered, dreading what I already knew. “Anya Thornveil.” His voice carried like a curse across the hall. “I, Rafael Blackmoor, reject you, Anya Thornveil, as my mate.”