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She thought this was cool. “I mean—wow,” she went on, bouncing slightly on her toes. “An age gap romance? Like a real one? Your dad really married someone younger? That’s… that’s honestly amazing! I read so many books with this trope. Secret romance, huge age gap, wealthy older guy, younger wife—ugh, one of my favorites. It’s so dramatic and intense! Sexy, even!” She wiggled her shoulders playfully. I forced a smile. “Yeah,” I said, my voice sounding distant even to me. “It’s… something.”

She snarled, walking away from me. "If perhaps she tried to castrate you, will you permit her?" My wolf asked, pushing me to a tight end. Truly, what if she meant that judgment? Should I just keep mute and allow her the luxury to cut off my cock?

“This is so goddamn wrong. My little stepsister is taking my cock like a slut on the kitchen counter where Mom makes breakfast.” His dirty words only made me wetter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Harder,” I begged. “Please.” He gave it to me. Rough, raw strokes that made my breasts bounce. He watched them, then leaned in to suck on my nipples again while he fucked me senseless. I came a second time, harder than the first, clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through me. Jake didn’t slow down. He flipped me over suddenly, bending me across the island so my chest pressed against the cool marble. My feet barely touched the floor. He kicked my legs wider and dr

"Isn't it obvious? You lunged at me with an Alpha's strength. I took a brutal fall. Dr. Mercer even said this scar might never fade from my pelt." With a practiced sob, Madison lifted her bangs to reveal a thin, red line. To the Miller family’s elite healers, it was a failure; to any common wolf, it was a scratch that had already faded to a ghost. But to Madison, it was the "Mark of the Victim." "Are you satisfied?" Madison wept, seeking refuge behind Rachel. "Everyone has seen the damage. You just wanted to strip me bare in front of the Pack." Rachel’s face contorted with fury. She gripped Avery’s hand, her claws beginning to unsheathe. "What is your game? Do you wish to mock her scars now?

Kate’s face hardened, but he just smirked, unfazed. “Does Claire know you’re here? What are you really doing in this place?” she snapped. He only shrugged, grinding lazily with her to the beat. “This place is for people who need alcohol and sweat just to survive another day without going insane,” he said quietly. “And tonight? That’s me.” His eyes slid down her body, lingering shamelessly on her breasts peeking from her top, then lower, to her skirt. He smirked. “Damn, babe. Gorgeous tits.”

And whenever I glanced at him,his eyes seemed cold and calculating, sending shivers down my spine. "And there was a time Jack here was going through a phase" Charlotte giggled and Jack groaned and placed his hands over my ears and I couldn't help but laugh. "Do not listen to a word she is about to say" He whispered and I slapped my hand over my lips and glanced at Bertha who glared at us. "... He was 14 and decided he wanted to be a gothic boy" She laughed again and shaker her head, her eyes distance for a second like she was remembering.

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“It is wicked.” He kissed the throbbing spot on her neck and felt her shiver. “Why would something so natural be wicked? You think it is wicked because the church wants women to only know their husbands. That doesn’t mean what we are doing is wrong. This is what we were made for. As long as we are both enjoying it, why is it wrong? Let’s enjoy creating some wicked memories to keep secret together.”

Maybe because it's morning, she decided to take the book out of it's shelf. It seems that this part of the library isn't used. There is a space at the back, it was dim. The book she is holding right now is full of dusk, she blows the dusk from it's cover and then opens it. There's also a table at the back, so she went there and blew the dusk on the table. After that she opened the book continuously and began to read it. ~•~How to create core~•~ Katara's eyes widened, what the hell? Is this true? She immediately read the next paragraph to confirm, if she's right then maybe she can create a core one?!

Nothing is for certain. I read on to what happens when a mate isn’t marked just yet. I move in my chair, sipping from my mug again and adjusting my medicated glasses. It says other werewolves, especially those above the age of 18, will be drawn to me like a magnet. That’s if I’m also above the age grade; which I am.