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He said breathlessly, his chest heaving as he spoke. I watched as his eyes exploded my body, taking in the sight of me, his eyes landing in between my legs on my red panties now exposed cause my skirt had bunched up around my waist. I reached down between us, my hand sliding into my panties and sliding between my wetness. My fingers found my clit as I slowly rubbed circles around it. “Fuckkk” Dave said slowly he’s eyes watching me as I touch myself “Are you wet for me baby” he asked he’s voice low and sexy

I know he feels how hard I’m breathing because his own breath has gone ragged. “You’re playing a risky game,” he mutters. “Well, I want to lose.” The confession slips out before I can stop it. He turns in my arms so fast I almost stumble. Suddenly, we are chest to chest. His hands grip my waist, fingers sliding beneath the edge of my sports bra until they rest on bare skin. “Say that again.” “I want to lose,” I whisper. “On purpose. Right now. Make me.” His eyes go black. He grabs my wrist and pulls me toward the back corner where the single cable machine sits half-hidden behind a support pillar. No one is using it. No one is even looking this way.

"This is not good. As warlocks, we can do a lot of things using water and stuff that we can make look and taste like water that is not water at all. Do you feel any different?" "I feel fine," Raine tells him, but I can feel the panic set in, so I put my arm around her to steady her. I want to take the glass and see if I can figure out what was in it. There is a black residue around it, so I know that there was something other than just water in it. If you start to feel anything, let me know right away." Barrett says as he walks back toward the door to leave.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

William can be so annoying. I looked at the cabinet attached to a side of his study table and pulled the first drawer out. A brown envelope is lying in it, so I pulled it out. I should probably check it out and see if it's the one I am looking for. I checked it and I am right, it is the wrong envelope. I pulled open the second drawer and there lies another brown envelope. How many brown envelopes does William own?! I opened it and brought out the files in it. I checked through it and my eye went wide. I looked at the next paper and the tears immediately clouded my eyes. Why did William not show me this? Why haven't I seen this before?

I could feel a pair of hazel brown eyes staring at me from right across the room and I swallowed hard, unable to believe my own eyes Is this what they call as coincidence? "Dude, she is smoking hot. Am I dreaming or something? She is so freaking young. I thought she would be around 30 or something," Ryan gushed beside me while I gave him a nervous smile. David began to introduce the team members one by one and he finally pointed at me. "That's Nate Wilson, our game designer and the most valuable asset of our company."

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

His fingers paused at the edge of her lace underwear, tracing the delicate edge without dipping beneath. “Should I continue, Princessa?” hismid finger settled in her center " You're soaked for me already". Heat flooded her face, shame and fury twisting together until she couldn’t tell them apart. “That’s not— I’m not—” “Liar.” He pressed the heel of his palm against her mound, firm enough that she gasped. The pressure sent an unwanted spark racing up her spine. “Your body doesn’t lie, Elara. It’s screaming for me.”

bodaway asks. “i feel like the forest that the cop told us is now private property has the answers...that trap...the trap you saved me from, had a tranq gun just waiting to fire. they’re looking for something...someone.” i swallow. “it makes me feel like they have her, and they want to find her ‘mate’....i need to find elijah.” “why were you smoking wolfbane?” the other man blurts out. “u-uhh anger management, help keep myself from shifting and becoming a murderer.” i said bluntly. “a rogue is one of my kind that doesn’t take wolfbane supplement.”

Andres even managed to nap during the ride. The city’s chaos mirrored the storm inside him. He locked himself in his apartment, pulling out old files, shareholder records, and emails Jaime had once shared. The name Ponce appeared again and again, tied to transactions that didn’t add up. Andres scribbled notes, circling names, connecting dots. Thirty percent… from fifteen. Who sold to him? Who gave him leverage? He called a contact from New York, an old associate who owed him favors. “I need everything you can find on Ponce. His deals, his allies, his enemies. Especially the Domingos. Something doesn’t fit.”