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the shopkeeper bowed. Lucia was quite embarrassed and tried to be humble by saying, "it's fine! It's fine." Zane isn't interested in talking anymore and just grabs the set of gear and walks outside. Clarisse followed and Lucia tried to follow but the shopkeeper asked a question, "is that the new hero?" "Yes!" "I hope he can finally succeed this time!" The shopkeeper cheered as Lucia ran waving out of the shop. Zane drops all his gear at the back of the carriage and sees a bottle labeled 'Strength potion, grade 5' he drinks it and his body felt light.

Ben shuts the door and faces me. “Oh my God,” he exhales incredulously. “Oh my God.” I echo. “Insane.” We both draw breath. And then it’s as if the starting pistol has been fired for the Most Erogenous Zones in a Minute contest. He’s all over me. I’m all over him. His hands are everywhere. My bra is unhooked, my top is ripped off, and I’m unbuttoning his shirt.… His skin is so warm, so delicious, I want to savor him for a bit, but Ben’s already looking purposefully around the room.

Still, his hand is on her waist. “Y-Yes. And aren’t you aware that people are watching—” “I don’t mind,” he cut in and wander his eyes around. She then got the chance to stare at him. Zero is way taller than her. He’s probably six feet two inches or more. Zero is taller than her brother, Apollo. He’s bulkier also. However, her brother got high respect for women—well, Zero does but he’s way different than Apollo. If Apollo was titled as a one-woman person, Zero is not. He’s a playboy—a full jerk. A sex monster.

Zion gave a slight nod. “We are almost at the Anchored packs castle. Are you ready?” Zion asked leaning back in her chair. “Yes. Definitely.” I replied with a taut tone. Nodding my head, I started to fiddle with my bracelet. “Good. Do you remember the plan? We go in and before they kiss to make them officially married, we go in for the attack. Plain and simple.” Zion looks at me waiting for my response. “Yes, Zion. I remember. It is not difficult to remember. But you still haven’t told me what this bracelet does.” Pointing to the bracelet. I took a deep breath.

shouted Eros. Zeno snorted in annoyance and finally left Eros there alone. He strode into the house and his bedroom. Cia's scent still lingers and seems to stick to the walls of the room. Then, he sat down on a 1 x 1-meter fur mat in the middle of the room. Zeno crossed his legs and started to inhale and exhale slowly while focusing on Cia's scent. Zeno closed his eyes and opened them again, his irises had changed.

The shirtless figure turned to me, and it turned out to be Zane, his sculpted eight packs obvious as his dark blue jeans hung dangerously low around his hips, drawing my eyes to the deep v-line below his chest. Quickly, I shifted my eyes to avoid looking directly at the broad chest littered with sparse hair and tattoos, causing my fingers to tingle from wanting to run through them. And I could feel how wet I had become, my center moist and throbbing from remembered pleasure. Christ! How will I be able to survive a year of living with him when just his bare chest already sent my entire body throbbing with want?

A muffled voice nagged at me, but my eyes felt too heavy to open, and I didn't want them to burn from the bright lights. Another downpour of cold water assaulted me, and this time, I cried out in shock. My eyes darted open, spotting the culprit. Zane stood before me, no longer in his suit but in a black shirt that hugged his toned body nicely. His tattoed arms were on full display as he crossed them over his chest, showing off his muscle, his dark jeans tight around his muscular thighs.

Zayn lowered his head and left quickly. I giggle silently, not wanting his canine ears to catch on that I found it cute whenever he blushes. Zayn may be younger than me, but his body has full-grown into maturity. Beastmen grows faster than an average human. Even if a beastman is fifteen, he can look like he is in their twenties. Yes, Zayn has grown up to be a mature man but has a mind of a teenager. His body has become even broader than before. Just the thought of him shirtless makes me blush. I've seen him shirtless sometimes but picturing his naked body makes my heart fluttered and cringy.

Her braids swished as she jumped, cheeks flushed pink from excitement. “Of course,” Sebastian said without looking up, tucking a folded lavender sweater into the open suitcase. “He has like six.” Zara gasped. “SIX? That’s too many for one person!” “He’s very big,” Ezren added, serious as a professor, sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by colored pencils. He was sketching what looked like a tree, tall, knotted, with sharp, angular shoulders. “What if Big Daddy doesn’t remember us?”

"I don't belong to you, and I sure as hell won't be some twisted form of payment." Zordon let out a low chuckle. "Is that so?" He set his glass down on the table behind him and pushed his body forward. I hadn't truly registered how big he was until now. He must have been around six feet, six inches tall. He moved like a predator, slow and calculated. His soaring, broad frame radiated raw power. He stood in front of me, his cologne making my head spin. I always liked a man that smelt nice and clean and Zordon was all of those things and more. Sexy, addictive, and alluring.