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gift for delayed marking of my mate and using the suppressants for a long time. Poor Xayden. He was going to meet the wildest version of Nox Canning. Not his beta. Not his mate. Not his lover. But a s*x fiend who did not sleep. All. Night. Long. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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Xander promised, making me whimper on his cock as my pussy turned on me. I couldn't help it. Xavier and Len repulsed me, but my love for Xander had my pussy cuming on his dick anyway. Knowing I pleased him couldn't help but push me over the edge. "Cuming! Xander, I'm cuming! Please, don't stop!" I mumbled around Xavier's dick.

Christiano pointed out "Even his dimples." I went red. "Geez, I was bored." I blushed "You were reading my books too." Xavier picked up the top book from the pile I had read on the table "Werewolves, romance, fantasy....have you read all of these?" I nodded. Xavier shook his head. "Bookworm." he teased me "Am not." I frowned at him folding my hands "Yes you are spitfire." he leaned on the table and folded his arms too "No I'm....spitfire?"

"Your wife is unforgettable. Flexible. Enthusiastic. I’d rate her an eight out of ten. She screams your name when she finishes, though, which is ironic..." Freya didn’t pause. She signed it: Xander Savage North Fall University Football Star Then she added Xander’s personal number. The one she’d copied from Marvis’s phone when he’d left it face down on her kitchen counter. She stared at it for a moment. Then clicked send. The second letter was sharper. The third crueler, she talked of how his wife's pussy smelt awful and was too wide. She suggested he took her for a pussy tightening surgery. She sent this letters to different men she was sure had wives. She wrote about their bodies, about the

* * Writer's pov Before Xander takes off, he sent a quick mind-link to his father. *Dad, call a quick pack meeting now!* He said through mind-link. He looked at his mate, she shuts her eyes very tight and held onto him tightly. He smiled and shakes his head, his eyes settled on her lips as she bites her lower lip.... wishing he is the one biting them instead. *Just try it!* Liam said in his head. *Shut up!* *Imagine how cute she'll look under us with our d**k buried deep in her tight pussy!* Liam purrs.

I growled, crouching low, "I'll rip that book out of your hands and burn it with you." "You can't even touch me, Alpha." Xander opened the Ledger. The pages began to turn on their own, a blurred storm of parchment and ink, "You see, in the new history I’m writing, you never made it to this mill. You never even left the pack house. You never even fell in love with Darius.” He slammed the book shut. Suddenly, the world around me began to blur. The sound of the saws faded into a dull hum, and the honey-coloured wood of the mill started to grey and rot before my eyes. The heat vanished, replaced by a biting, supernatural cold.

“But more time is not a permanent solution.” There’s a naked woman sucking Xaden’s cock with vigour and Xander’s eyes are fixed on the scene like his life depends on it. I rest against a wall, crossing my ankles and folding my arms over my chest, uninterested. “We are going to die, then...” Xaden grunts, his hips buck on the banquet chair. He’s close. “Fuck! Fuck death.” Xander can finally look away. “I am curious about what she looks like, though.”

I flipped back, carefully examining the pages until I got back to the page that was titled: Xavier. ‘He looks so hot.’ I slipped my fingers in between the pages and closed the book; did I just hallucinate that? I opened it again, confirming it. ‘I want him to touch me, to fondle me in places no one has ever seen.’ A small groan escaped me when I felt blood rush into a certain part of my body. ‘His fingers tweak my nipples, and his tongue in my mouth.’ I snapped the book shut, because right now, my head are filled so many indecent thoughts, and I could visualize doing all these things to her.

Me: Alright, send me a name or I’m just going to call out the first one that comes to mind. Typing bubbles. Gone. Silence. Then finally. SpectatorX: You really don’t have to do it. I grit my teeth. Me: Yeah, I do. You bought it. You get what you paid for. More silence. Then it lands: SpectatorX: Xavier. I whisper it once, slow. Xavier. Letting it roll around my tongue, savoring it like chocolate melting in my mouth. It feels real, heavy. Dangerous. I can’t stop the grin that curls. I type back: Sexy. I like it.