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My free hand pinched my nipple, twisting it the way I imagined Isaac would. Pleasure built quickly, hot and blinding. My thighs trembled. I bit my lip hard to keep quiet, but small whimpers still escaped. In my fantasy, Isaac growled in my ear, “You want this cock more than she does, don’t you, Nelly? You’re going to take every inch while your sister sleeps down the hall.” “Yes…” I gasped, fucking myself harder with the toy. The wet sounds of the vibrator sliding in and out mixed with the distant rumble of thunder outside. I was so close. The image of Isaac’s face when he saw me watching pushed me over the edge.

In Book Three of the Crystal River series, Voodoo, we meet a single mom of three who is raising the children that her sister abandoned. After a series of events that she has no control over, Skylar finds herself in a position where she must start over. After moving to Crystal Pass, she discovers that werewolves are real. And that she’s been surrounded by them her whole life.

the crowd roared in unison, lifting their glasses in absolute submission. Serena looked up at Victor, a genuine, beautiful smile breaking across her lips. Victor looked down at her, his eyes burning with an intense, unadulterated obsession that was completely terrifying and completely irresistible. As he leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss against her swollen lips right in front of the entire underworld, Serena knew there was no turning back. She was no longer a Moretti. She belonged to the wolf, and together, they were going to burn her past to the ground.

Or how his body felt against mine. I shook my head again. “Bad, Wakely.” I snorted at scolding myself like a dog. I quickly showered and threw on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. It was too early to get ready for the party, but I could go for some coffee. I grabbed the only fiction book that I had on my shelf. It was a paranormal romance that I have read at least a hundred times. The cover was well worn, and for some reason, it gave me comfort.

Wicked. Like a wolf with blood on its tongue. “Yes, Father.”

I never even in my wildest dreams thought that all I needed was a bad girl for me to be hooked or was this just me feeling unwanted when she did not seem to care at all about me? Pouring a cup of coffee for myself, I made my way to the sofa and slumped down on the soft leather. I took a sip of the bitter liquid and set the mug down before leaning back against the sofa and closing my eyes. As if possessed, Amber's face popped up in my head and my cock twitched in response. Damn, this was becoming a problem. I couldn't even think about the woman without wanting to get in her pants. I wanted her so bad, it was driving me insane.

Someday, I will be your undoing, you will beg for my touch, and every kiss will be as empty as your heart, leaving you desperate and unfulfilled, until every thought leads back to one person. Me. Yours Wickedly, Sierra. Unable to contain myself, I screamed into my pillow until my cheeks flushed bright pink. I can't believe I wrote that. It's a good thing, because he'll never read it. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number. “You've reached the FBI's private hotline,” the automated voice spoke. “Who do you wish to speak with?” No matter what happens, I was going to be the reason Don Dante Spinelli's empire burned.

Part of her was surprised to see that they had left and yet she felt relieved at the fact she could gather her thoughts. Remembering the book in her bag she took it out and began to flip through the yellowish-white pages until she saw what she was looking for. “What’s the worst that could happen?” she pondered as she looked at the title of the page- ‘Love Curse’ below the title showed a brief explanation about the potion and the ingredients to make it. “Besides, it’s about time he learns a lesson or two about suffering” she looked at the page before taking a blank page from her notebook and began writing the steps and ingredients down.

Damn the vixen made me forget about my dinner with a pack leader. If Chazz hadn't come looking for me I would have taken the little thing right then and there. Gosh she was a sight to take in. Her white blouse clung to her beautiful caramel skin revealing her black bra. Her little breast were stiff when my chest was pressed down on her. Her dark raven hair frame her face perfectly even though it was wet. Her pink lips were soft and pouty. And those eyes! Shit! She had the most beautiful pair of green eyes I've ever seen. Holy shit. She was driving me wild. I haven't felt such a heavy attraction towards any female before. It's the bond! Even so it was damn strong and damn powerful. My shaft w

I wait for the night guard to finish his shift, feeling both annoyed and tired. When I first came to Mistfall Wilderness Camp, a punishment doled out by a judge because my stepmother, Dolores, had accused me of trying to murder her, I had every intention of escaping. I had also not known at that point that a lot of events had been engineered for me to end up at this camp: a camp which is actually a school for the supernatural, built on a series of islands on multiple combined lakes. That’s what I’ve been told at least, ever since my own abilities manifested.