He's been waiting five centuries for a mate. She's spent three centuries convinced she's the only one of her kind. Khalan is the apex of Lycan evolution and he's done with destiny. After five hundred years he's been waiting for the moon goddess to lift her curse. This year's Blood Moon Ball is his final act of defiance. He's closing the door on legend and moving on without a Queen. Avery is a ghost in the high-end art world. A world-renowned anonymous artist, she has spent three hundred years hiding her immortality after a horrific accident claimed her family. She has no idea she was adopted, or that she's a Lycan. She just knows she doesn't age, she doesn't die, and she's utterly alone. But when an invitation arrives bearing a crest Avery hasn't seen in a century, her solitude shatters. Desperate for answers, she steps out of the shadows and into the spotlight. She isn't looking for a fated mate, she's looking for her own kind. The Alpha is ready to give up. The Artist is just arriving. And the Moon Goddess is finally done playing games.

"Call me daddy and I'd let you cum on my fingers like the dirty slut you are." His fingers fucked my pussy, making me shudder. "D-daddy" I moaned the word out, feeling my body on fire. "Cum for daddy, good girl" * For the last few years of my life, I have believed that I have lost the ability to want or crave anything and anyone but when I meet Wildern Marchetti, I can't help it. I want him to pin him down and fuck me like a ragdoll. It doesn't matter that he is almost twice older than I am. For the first time in years, I truly crave something... Someone... To be fucked good by my daddy. COME FOR DADDY IS HIGHLY EROTIC.

"Hmm, getting turned on during your class?" His left hand cups the side of my breat, "Bad girl." I slap his hand away, face burning. "Fucking stop it, asshole." But Daelan just chuckles darkly, his hand sliding back, fingers tracing over my thigh. "You say stop, but your body's screaming yes, baby." "Stop calling me that," I hiss, squirming, but he tightens his grip on my thigh. "You're such a brat," he murmurs, voice rough near my ear. "I should put you in your place, right here, make you come apart under the desk, let everyone wonder why you're shaking." "Fuck you," I snap, but my voice comes out breathy, shaky. He grins, cocky as hell, fingers slipping higher, sliding under my skirt. My heart slams against my ribs. "Daelan-" "Shh," he murmurs, palm pressed right over my panties. "So wet, baby." I jolt, eyes wide, looking around frantically. Everyone's paying attention to Coach Karen ranting at the front. No one's looking back here. "Stop," I whisper harshly, but my thighs tremble as he rubs slow circles on my clit. "Tell me to stop again, baby, I dare you," he whispers. "You're soaking." "F-fuck off," I gasp, but it's weak, so fucking weak. He slips a finger past the edge of my panties, dragging it through the wetness, groaning softly in my ear. "God, you're dripping for me." My head drops back slightly, hips jerking against his hand. "D-Daelan..." He pushes a finger in, slow but firm, right there under the desk. I bite my lip hard, trying not to moan, my hands gripping the seat. "Fuck, you're tight," he breathes, finger curling just right, sending sparks shooting up my spine. My pussy clenches, body arching helplessly. "You're such a dirty little girl," he murmurs, pressing closer, his breath hot against my neck. "So needy, so desperate."

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

Calliope fled the chaos of her city life, hoping the quiet, stormy seaside town of Birkworth Bay-mockingly called "Boogeyman Bay"-would offer solace. But when her late-night run-in with a predatory creature leaves her shaken yet strangely drawn, she realizes she's caught in something darker than she could have imagined. Nathaniel, the town's enigmatic stranger, seems to know far too much about the monster stalking her, his velvet words and sharp gaze leaving her breathless and unnerved. But as the line blurs between protector and predator, Calliope finds herself torn between Nathaniel's dangerous charm and the primal pull of the beast that craves her in the shadows. In Boogeyman Bay, nothing is as it seems. And surrendering to desire might be the only way to survive. ‼️ Mature Content Warning ‼️ Graphic depictions of sexuality, violence, gore and adult situations! Please be aware that it is intended for mature audiences only. Not appropriate for individuals under the age of 18.

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

"Sorry." She replies and I can tell she is not as sincere as the first time. "Again, Ms. Brown. I'm not sure you mean it." I order, tightening my grip on her thigh. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Capone, can you forgive me please?" She whispers in my ear, pulling my tie towards her. I was getting turned on by the minute. ~~~ Hannah Brown is an abandoned, clumsy, and emotional 23-year-old woman. When hired as the assistant to one of the richest playboys in the city, her life gets even more complicated. He has it all, and she is the complete opposite. Will Hannah and Michael overcome their past and have the happy ending they deserve? Read on to find out! Warning: Includes self harm, violence, short chapters. Chapters also not edited. Beautiful cover by talented: @wafflesxberries

After living an extremely sheltered life, Lux finally stays the night at her best friend's house. They assumed everything would go smoothly but they were entirely wrong when her best friend's brother and his best friend unexpectedly return for the night. A deadly obsession forms the minute they lay eyes on Lux. Callum and Finnley are inseparable. They play together, fuck together, and murder together. While planning a night of blood shed, they discover innocent little Lux. All characters are 18+. Mature content. Erotica. Dubcon/Noncon. Dark romance. Ménage (FMM).

Rated: MA 18+ The familiarity of our small towns Main Street almost overwhelmed me. I never pictured I'd be back here since I left. Yet here I was again, 15 minutes from my childhood home in Greenwood. Although I never thought I'd be Hazel Campbell again but here I am. "I parked over here" Maddy lead me to the right where her car was parked in the guest spot. "It feels weird to have seasons again, it was always so hot in Miami" I sighed cracking my window. Even the air smelt nostalgic as the orange and brown leaves littered the streets. "I couldn't live over there, Greenwood has my heart even though ain't shit around" Maddy laughed as her phone went off. "Oh! It's Chris he asked what we're doing later!" "Chris.. Wilder? You guys keep in touch??" My jaw dropped slightly I hadn't heard that name in 9 years almost. I fidgeted with my fingers in my lap fighting the memories. I believed in the butterfly effect, I think I fell out of my destiny long ago and now I'm just being punished with a life where things will always fall apart. "Of course I do, you know we've always had tension" she laughed starting her car pulling out of the parking spot. "Please we should go! We can get the band back together!!" Except we'd be missing one person.. still I put a fake smile on my face and agreed to go. Chris wasn't the problem, his bitch ass best friend was. I guess you could say my ex bitch ass best friend. -------------- this book is rated 18+ and contains: Dark themes, dark romance, smoking, sex, BDSM, bad language, mentions of abuse, depression, and possibly more.

When cheerful and hopelessly clumsy bakery assistant Lila Hart is forced out of her apartment due to a surprise renovation, she's desperate to find a place to crash. Enter Theo West, her neighbor - a grumpy, introverted freelance architect who's just trying to enjoy his peace and quiet. A hilarious elevator mishap traps them together, and when the building's manager offers a temporary shared loft to "building victims," they're paired as unwilling roommates. What starts as chaotic mornings, passive-aggressive post-it notes, and constant miscommunication turns into warm coffee shared over city sunrises, quiet understanding, and late-night confessions. As they navigate shared space, they might just discover that love doesn't always knock - sometimes it crashes right through your door holding a spilled tray of muffins.