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As she closed her eyes and held both men’s heads securely to her breasts, she gave silent thanks to the witch. With a unity of movement that surprised her, Valkyr removed his hand from between her thighs while he and Jeremiah lifted her body into the air; their mouths never leaving her breasts. Her eyes grew wide with surprise and she gasped at the sensation of being lowered onto Victor’s hardened manhood. When and how he’d managed to position himself on the desk to receive her was a mystery.

The "Iron Silence" that followed the "Syndicate Siege" was a "Null State" of false security. Inside the "Master-Vault," the "Acoustic Noise" of the "Orbital Bombardment" had faded, leaving only the "Low-Frequency" hum of the obsidian servers. Ethan Hawke stood in the "Command-Link," his "Strong Frame" still radiating the "Kinetic" heat of the battle on the ridge. His "Piercing Blue Eyes" weren't fixed on the "Gilded" screens of the "Dead-Zone" map; they were fixed on Elena Vance.

I heard Lycan King Xyrus say and eight other pairs of eyes stared at me. He wasn't alone, like I thought; both Vance and Lady Eliona are here. I walked slowly towards them, my eyes drank in the appearance of Xyrus. Among everyone present, he seemed more excited to see me. “Oh my goddess. You look so beautiful even at night lady Valeria.” Lady Eliona said and I realised why Xyrus picked this dress. I now know why he called me here only to have me sit in the space next to me. He is trying to pass a message to Vance that I, Valeria, belong to him.

-RAINA’S POV- Hera growled erotically, daring Valen to act on his promise. Muffled and soft moans spewed from me, accompanying the distinct sound of flesh slapping against each other that resonated throughout the cave. Sweat dripped down from Valen’s forehead. The sheen of his flesh, the pleasure-filled expression on his face, the low grunts from his lips, the desperate way his fingers intertwined with mine ― every little thing he did was driving me into a mind-boggling haze.

Tears burned at the corners of his eyes at the pleasure. "Rhydian," he gasped, his thighs shaking. His mind painted a vivid image: Rhydian above him, lips parted, eyes dark with lust. Not gentle. Dominant. Commanding. His dick...deep into her. Without thinking any further, Valen hurriedly grabbed the sex toy that could at least represent his dick. The image had sent Valen spiraling.

Instead of placing the receiver on the telephone, I place it on the table so that whoever calls might find it engaged all through. George is already naked when the irresistible blonde let's herself in, locking the door behind her. “What the fuck?” George gasps. “She's hot, isn't she?” I tease. “Ofcourse she is!” “Hello handsome.. ” Carmela teases as she lifts her micro mini to expose her deliciously brown thighs. George pounces on her with all his might and almost tears her tiny skirt off. I don't want to be a witness to whatever happens next therefore I tuck the documents securely under my skirt and walk out, winking at the blonde whose hands are already on the table, bending over as George

I said "Why is it so hot?" She takes off her coat and her sweater , she's crazy! It's cold and she- wow. She's only wearing a white tank top inside , the hickeys from yesterday still there and her bra is visible. She's really wants to win and I'm on the edge of losing "Valentine it's cold" I said "I'm sweating.. here feel it" She take my hand and make me run my hand on her back , she's definitely a devil

Ryker huddled behind a rusted crate, clutching the flash drive as if it were his lifeline. “Keep moving!” Damien ordered. Aurora grabbed Ryker’s arm, pulling him toward an old conveyor belt that led to the upper level. Below, more of Victoria’s operatives poured in, unleashing a hail of bullets. Metal sparked, dust rained down, and the factory trembled with the violence of battle. From his rooftop perch, Valkyr smirked. “They’re putting up a fight.” His lieutenant spoke again. “Do we intervene?” Valkyr adjusted his aim, lining up Damien in his crosshairs. He exhaled, finger tightening on the trigger—

- Can I sit next to you? – she asks. - Of course, my Luna. - Don't call me Luna. Alpha and Luna, beta, and other titles, we only use them when dealing with pack matters. What we normally are is a MC. That's what keeps us safe. And as the group leader's wife, my name is Valkyrie. - You can sit down, Valkyrie. – he says smiling. But even the smile was sad. - Why are you sad?

They knew only that she delivered, and that her price was absolute discretion. Her personal comm, a heavily modified slab of black crystal, chimed with a unique, soft tone. Not a client. This was a different channel, one tied to the few legitimate fronts she maintained. She was, on paper, a freelance data archaeologist and systems consultant. She swiped the message open. It wasn’t text. It was an immersive sigil, a shifting, three-dimensional emblem of a stylized Valkyrie helmet superimposed over a spinning galaxy. VALHALLA ENTERTAINMENTS: INVITATION TO PARADIGM