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I inquired Finn smirked, "Because you're beautiful and I liked watching you talk to people. I was trying to figure you out. After you told me off for getting between you and Leo, I was even more intrigued." he answered. "And what's your verdict?" I asked "Still working on some of it. I don't think that I'll ever have you all figured out but so far I know that you're kind, brave, strong, smart and sweet." he replied and I blushed

Goodbye. ****

Yuka replied. Ryu went back to his bed to change clothes. He was only wearing his shirt and boxers and had to wear shorts on top of it. As he was changing he realized how he couldn't wear his boxers around the house anymore and how inconvenient it would be. After changing his clothes, Ryu went to the entrance and opened the door. "Sorry to bother you this early," Yuka said as he opened the door. Ryu was surprised that she looked about the same age as his or maybe even younger. He was expecting someone who was in her mid 30's who will be more like an older sister to him. "Uh, No worries." He said as their eyes met for the first time, he tried to act cool like he wasn't uncomfortable with the

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

I just can't take more pain, I just don't want to hurt anymore. ************************************** I come alive with cold sweat, chilly air electrifying on my clammy skin. Air conditioning? Am I inside? Kellan. Where is Kellan? I'm disoriented, and weak. I fight to focus my vision, and the roughness of a warm sandpaper tongue laps at my foot. Creature? It tickles, but then, then it hits nerves and I choke out a dry groan.

The light entered the room from the open curtains. She opened her eyes and stared at the clear sky. Something warm caught her attention. She curled onto her back and froze. Alessandro was lying next to her. He wasn't touching but he was so close that she could feel the heat of his body. His dark hair was messed up and covered his forehead. He wasn't looking menacing anymore. He looked so handsome. She craved to run her fingers in his messy hair but she held herself. Her gaze lowered on his abdomen. His abs and pecs rippled with the movement, as his hand went above his head.

Slim I sat next to her on the cliff, handing her a cup of water. Surprisingly, my nerves relaxed as her fingertips unintentionally brushed against mine, and I resisted the urge to sigh in frustration. There was something intriguing about her. She exuded an aura of tranquility wherever she went, and it was slowly affecting me. She smiled at me, but her eyes didn't reflect the same joy. I could tell something was weighing heavily on her mind. "Thanks," she said, her voice shaky with the impact of her thoughts. I could sense her anxiety consuming her.

I can't imagine anything else when I think of Angel. I don't know what happened to me, but for someone who has never felt the slightest attraction to a man before, the mate-bond that binds me to him makes me unable to even think about sex with someone else. It's hard to admit, but I even tried to get excited looking at gay p**n, and I tried to see if I had any attraction to a guy from the pack that I know is gay. Nothing has happened to my body. Whether male or female, my body refuses to react, and I even feel repulsed by their body. Only Angel moves me. Only him I desire. Only he makes me hard. The smell of him drives me crazy, and outside the bedroom door, the smell is so intense that I im

I felt safe and comfortable. Hot breath hit my bear neck fulling me to awareness. Tiny rivulets of sweat immediately formed in my back and little hairs stood in alertness. I hugged myself and spun around to see the stormy eyes staring at me with the same intensity as before from the study. It was like he wanted to literally eat me alive

Her tits were glorious, and she made no attempt to cover herself, nor did she seem fazed at all exposing herself to me in the light of the day. Cricket had always possessed a confidence that attracted me to her more than anything else. She was still vulnerable and sweet, but never seemed overly bothered about her appearance, or body image, not that she had a damned thing to worry about. She was perfect. Still, I knew plenty of women who were drop dead gorgeous and still hated everything about themselves… Cricket wasn’t one of them. I tried not to stare, but who the fuck was I kidding?