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“It’s called Emerald Eyed Luna. I have really liked these werewolf books. It’s funny how they portray us!” “Human authors writing about something they don’t know anything about, awesome.” The thick sarcasm earned me a glare. “You should try loosening up a little. Maybe this sex scene will give you some pointers.” She held up her phone to me. Glancing down, the first word I saw was pussy. Not a bad idea but I didn’t need help. If last night wasn’t proof enough, I think I am good. “That’s okay. I think I got a handle on that stuff.”

For freaking real. "Then, watch me," I gave him one more hard glare before turning the other way. Matteo caught me, Swinging me around to face him. I gasped, taken aback by his guts. The fucking guts he had. I watched as his eyes stayed on my lips. No way I was gonna kiss. No way, and I meant it this time. This was no human I was dealing with. This was an animal. A wolf. A lower fucking animal. But that knowledge only made me more hesitant in accepting the truth. How could a guy...his could someone with such nice blue eyes—eyes like an Angel's—be a wolf? How could a guy with the coldest, yet sexisest stare be a wolf. How…? How did that all add up? I knew how mesmerized I used to be, how my

and she handed the sweets, smiling at that. Zeev sheepishly smirked at her, showing him a more manly gaze and demeanor. Keira was stunned of his visual for a moment. The guy took this chance to let out his strong pheromones. Keira noticed the compelling scent that’s almost going beyond her throat and before she knew it, she was in a tranced. Though both are alphas, Zeev’s pheromones are still dominant and solid mixed with his werewolf scent. The guy slowly leaned forward, closing the space between their faces. “Kiss me.”

“It is inconvenient, yes. When in the ghetto, we don’t typically care. We’re used to seeing each other naked. But outside of it, yes, it would be helpful if I was instantly clothed the very second I shifted.” The sudden stab of jealousy when I realize that Aldrich must have seen most of the females of pack naked surprises me. But it also intrigues me. In Altairain high society, nudity is considered to be one of the most erotic things. Isn’t it the same for Werewolves? Does the constant exposure to nudity make them immune? If it is not nudity fueling their attraction towards the opposite sex, what is? Perhaps I’ll ask Aldrich this once things settle down. Right now, I must address the more ur

I had time. My fingers hovered over the keys for a second. This was ridiculous. I was Lucien—beta of the entire werewolf kingdom, feared in battle, respected by warriors. And here I was, about to search something no one would ever believe. I typed it anyway. “How to pleasure a woman without penetration.” I added quickly: “but using fingers, tongue, other ways.” Enter. The screen filled with results. Articles. Videos. Heat crawled up my neck, but I couldn’t look away.

“Cum on my cock again. Let me feel you break.” Elara shattered, screaming his name, walls milking him rhythmically. Kael kept thrusting through it, then flipped her onto her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other pinched her nipple. “Mine. My witch. My wolf.” The chase resumed outside—spells exploding closer. Adrenaline spiked their lust. Kael fucked her faster, knot swelling. “They’re coming. But I’m not stopping until I fill you.”

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

she whispers persuasively, ready for the whole of me. Her words ignite something primal within me. I press my lips to hers, my eyes gleaming red. I release my werewolf form, but I don’t completely shift into a wolf. My wolf teeth elongate, hair sprouts across my face, and claws emerge from my hands as Kris takes over, eager to claim his mate fully. Finally, we give in. I grunt, driving harder and faster into her as she moans loudly in pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. But we only go faster, reveling in the euphoria of our fulfilled desire. She touches me, but I grip her hand, pinning it above her head as Kris grunts in pleasure, savoring the moment. Wolves crave two things:

After spending a few hours checking out her giant main body for any possible errors, a certain loli dark elf finally managed to satisfy her paranoia and had now decided to return to her terminal (the globe). Upon sitting down in the chair next to it and tapping on the terminal, as if it was routine, the loli narrowed her search into finding a certain werewolf.

He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them rough, his fingers digging in, then sliding one hand down to finger her pussy while she kept riding, his thumb circling her clit, making her arch back and cry out even louder. I stood there, watching him fondle my fucking best friend, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room, and I felt sick, used, like everything we’d had was just a lie. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, my voice broke as I whispered, “Alex… Alex!” Tyla’s eyes snapped open, she froze for a second, then scrambled off him, her pussy still glistening from how wet she was, his cock shiny and hard, pointing up like