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Hiram pulls down his pants, hurriedly lifting the hem of her dress, attempting to press himself into her. The moment his dick comes in contact with her entrance, she whimpers from the pain, wrapping her hand around him. As for him, he feels a sweet sensation envelop his body—something he has never felt before, and in that moment, a sweet smell engulfs the entire room. The word mates echoes in his ears, causing his wolf to take over.

My skin felt flushed, my breathing rattled in my chest. My bed shorts were pushed down my legs, right there in the hallway with the evening sunlight streaming through the stained glass of the front door and Wicked pressed his mouth to my clit. His tongue swirling around. It sent shockwaves through me. “Wicked….” I tugged on his hair. “It’s too risky to do this here.” It was. But god I wanted him to carry on licking and sucking at me. His mouth was pure heaven. “I don’t care.” He sucked me into his mouth hard, and my head fell back with a bang. If he didn’t care then why should I?

He played dumb, brows knitting like he genuinely had no clue. “The niceness. The exaggerated smiles. The ‘helping hand’ .I exhaled sharply. “What do you really want?” “So I can’t just be nice now?” He chuckled, but there was a flicker of something—guilt? Annoyance? “Not when you switch up from being a blackmailer overnight. You were a complete ass after that video of me and Wolfe leaked. Now you’re Mr. Nice Guy?” “Well…” He dragged a hand through his hair.

He hissed and shook his head “You fool. Dot you really think I would show you what you can use to hurt me? Did you really think I would that stupid? I have to admit though I thought you wouldn’t fall for it. I mean you are supposed to be the dangerous, daring and wicked black witch who took the werewolf kingdom by storm. Who killed the king of the Lycans. The witch that never dies. I guess I was wrong. You are really nothing like the woman they say you are.” He drew even closer and leaned near to my neck. He whispered. “You are nothing more than a worthless scared little piece of shit.” He burst out laughing. His voice came off so sick and diabolically. I went down on my knees, holding my cl

"The Alpha who's your father, is the same Alpha I just formed an alliance with, and probably more. So if I were you I would be nice." Anger boiled within me. If it's one thing I hate, it's being told what to do. And I don't take commands from assholes, no matter how good looking they are. "You asshole! I hissed. "What are you playing at?" I was so furious I wanted to slap him so hard. "I don't play games Scarlett. I'm a grown man, with a grown man agenda. I just like to get to the point." He said firmly. The words dripping off his tongue, so smooth, so autocratic and so damn sexy. I wanted that tongue to be dripping something else.

Hector: Hey beautiful. Me: Hi. What are you doing up so late. Hector: Thkn abt u. Me: Lies! I giggled. I was done with my sandwich and needed to go back to bed. I rinsed my plate and went upstairs. The smile was still stuck on my lips. Hector: Charming male werewolves dnt lie. Me: Oh really? Then who do? Hector: d uncharming human ones. Me: Uncharming is not a word.

I questioned angrily, my tone rising as I finished, crossing my hands over my buxom chest in what I hoped was an air of indignant disbelief. I couldn't believe the cheek of it! “Oh, spare me the theatrics, Reynolds, I know your kind, and I've seen how you look at the Lycan, that lustful gleam in your eye.” The Wicked witch of the mountains chortled and my jaw just about hit the floor like a dustpan ready to collect rubbish. “You're crazy!” I gasped, my chest heaving from the effort as my heart hammered between my breasts when it looked like the hag was going to approach me.

God, I needed him so badly. And then… I heard his steps. I didn’t even lift my head. I was too far gone. He walked in, and the moment his eyes landed on me… sprawled out, chest rising in shallow gasps, pupils blown wide… his smile turned wicked. “Well, well…” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” I shook my head, quickly, like a good girl. But that wicked smirk only deepened. “Still so obedient… but look at you.” He crouched in front of me, his fingers running lightly along the inside of my thigh. “You’re trembling. Your pussy’s throbbing. You’re fucking soaked.”

"You're gonna get super wet. Like, down there..." She must have pointed at Casey's panties. There was a silence for a moment. "Really? Why?" Casey said in a shocked whisper. "Because sucking dick is amazingly hot. I nearly soaked my panties right through with Austin. And I shined my tickles like five times when I got home. I just couldn't stop. I wanted more. I wanted everything! If Debbie hadn't been there, I probably would have let him fuck me. I was fucking humming down there. Everything was all thick and swollen and tingly and hot and ready for, well, you know."

What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection? Hesitantly, he read on. It was an erotica, but unlike any he’d skimmed before. This one was relentless, visceral. It followed two main characters: a cruel, hedonistic prince and a cunning commoner who clawed her way to power by becoming his fiancée. The narrative was a twisted dance, first painting her as the ambitious heroine, then pivoting to dissect the prince’s depravities with a clinical, almost sympathetic eye. Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess.