18+ Content Warning! *Completed* "If you tell me information on where my brother is, you'll both be free." He looks between us, his eyes dark. "Otherwise I'm going to take Dove upstairs and I'm going to fuck her." *** One night, Dove sneaks away. Deep in an unfamiliar pack, she attends the grandest party of the year hosted by the notorious Alpha Varian. There she in indulges in a night of sin at his hand, experiencing pleasure unlike anything she has felt before. However, Dove is the daughter of her own Alpha's war advisor. An Alpha she has had a torrid affair with for months, and who is Alpha Varian's enemy. When Alpha Varian's forces invade her home pack, she is whirled back into his clutches, where she learns the price of pleasure, and the inescapable bond forming between a man who is supposed to be her enemy.

A prophecy followed Dmitri Volkov like a curse. It claimed he carried the soul of Olkov, the first vampire, a creature so ancient that even legends faltered when speaking his name. Dmitri never cared for prophecies, but the world did. His parents feared what lived in him. His people bowed to him. One wrong look from him could decide who survived the night. Still, there was a truth he never admitted. He wanted the bond his kind had lost. The kind of love that could break an immortal in half and rebuild him. He mocked it when he saw it in others, but he longed for it in silence. He sat hidden in the darkest corner of his Russian club, bourbon sharp on his tongue, bass shaking the floor under his boots. The room pulsed with heat and sin, but none of it touched him. Then it came. A scent. Soft. Warm. Alive. It hit him so hard his chest tightened. His guards tensed as he sat forward, hair falling from his face. The noise faded. The crowd blurred. He followed the scent like it pulled him by the spine. A voice followed it. Gentle. Shy. Tinged with irritation. It slid through the room and wrapped around him like a tether. His eyes found her. Red hair cascading to her waist. Golden skin lit up by the neon glow. A camera at her side. She stood in a world she did not belong to, unaware of the predator watching her from the shadows. He begged her to turn. She did. Their eyes met, and her soft gasp shattered something inside him. For the first time in centuries, Dmitri Volkov felt his dead heart try to wake. * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *

Michael reached under my short skirt and ripped my panties. His mouth found my knees and my inner tighs. Both of my hands flew to my mouth in order to supress the moans. "Hands off, baby, I want to hear you." I obeyed him and instead I held firmly the edge of the table. Flashes of euphoria cursed through me when he licked my folds and sucked gently my sensitive nerve bud. "You are so fucking wet and delicious." He paused for a second only to suck harder my sweet spot afterward. She was human. He was the last lycan living on Earth. She was his weakness. He was her fate. He calls her his mate. She calls him her sin. Anna Dwason is an ordinary human - a veterinary student with dreams far removed from the world of werewolves and Lycans. She doesn't date werewolves nor lycans. But everything changes the day she meets Michael Lyakos the enigmatic businessman whose dark eyes and commanding presence stir something wild inside her. One glance, one stolen touch, and Anna's world unravels. His voice is a low growl that seeps into her dreams. His presence burns under her skin like fire she can't extinguish. She tries to stay away, but the pull between them is relentless-a force of nature that leaves her breathless and trembling.

*Warning - Contains 18+ Content* +Completed+ He holds my face firmly between two hands. "Sienna, I'm not going to have you for the first time one of Maren's guest rooms when you're intoxicated." "You're not?" "No. It will be in my bed, and I'm going to take my time with you." His gaze falls to my lips. "Fuck Sienna, I'm going to take all night." *** Sienna has been in love with her Alpha since she could remember. He's rough, dangerous and the epitome of raw sex appeal. The problem is, he is her best friend, and strictly off limits. Tradition mandates he marry a woman of noble birth, and that is not her. She knows this is for the best, until she becomes his mistress, and things start to change. As she falls for her best friend, she must reconcile a deadly secret she has been keeping from him for years, that could change everything. Onyx has sacrificed everything to become Alpha. So, not marrying for love shouldn't be such an issue. His entire life he has denied his feelings for his best friend, until he is forced to take her as his mistress to grant her protection. With threats growing against them, and when his prospective wife candidates start showing up murdered, he make some difficult decisions. **Dual POV, friends-to-lovers, Alpha, mates, 18+**

Being thrown to the wolves is a death sentence. Adalia knows that all too well, since she witnessed her own father being slaughtered in that same unmerciful way. Living life as a meek slave in a kingdom full of royals, Adalia has no rights and is treated no better than dirt itself. So when she's accused of a crime she committed out of fear, she is punished. Her sentence? Being thrown to the wolves. But things are not as all as they seem in a world oblivious to the hidden creatures around them..... *Cover by Van's Covers

Do you know how it feels to have feelings for your step brother? To want him, but to know he would never feel the same? How it hurts to see him with his girlfriend-the way he touches her, loves her, cares for her? The worst is to hear them having sex in the next room, only wishing it was you. I know that it's wrong and that I shouldn't, but ... I fantasize about him touching me. Making love to me. Only me. I shouldn't, but I can't help it. I want him. I want my step brother. Warning: Contains Sexual Content ;) (Rater R)