A tale in which a shy rookie quarterback falls in love with the cheery daycare worker.

"Let me eat this pussy, ma." ♧👻♧

She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,

Harmony Jordan is a sweet-natured, carefree sophomore with a heart too big for her own good. At twenty years old, she's just trying to survive college, keep her grades up, and avoid the chaos that seems to follow her two best friends. But one rainy morning changes everything. While taking an unfamiliar shortcut through the woods, Harmony stumbles upon a wounded man-tall, terrifying, and barely conscious. Against every instinct, she helps him. Nurses him. Hides him. And unknowingly brings a monster into her home. Eros Varric is no ordinary man. He's the last surviving Lycan King, feared for centuries, lost to time and legend. Cold, merciless, and shaped by war, he awakens in the care of a fragile human girl... and realizes something that shatters his world: She's his mate. Bound by fate and ancient magic, Harmony is everything Eros never wanted-but everything his soul craves. As he heals, danger stirs. Old enemies resurface. And the quiet life Harmony once knew is swallowed whole by a world of secrets, pack politics, and creatures that go bump in the night. Now hunted and claimed, Harmony must decide: will she run from the beast in her bed-or rise beside the king who would burn the world for her?

Harmony thought her reign as Queen of the Lycan Kingdom was nothing more than a dream - a vivid world conjured while she lay unconscious in a hospital bed. But when shadows with dark violet eyes begin to stir in the waking world, she realizes that what she lived was not fantasy, but memory. The veil between realms has thinned, and new enemies, much older than the council, start to rise. Now torn between her human life and the world of crowns and wolves, Harmony must protect the people she loves while unraveling the mystery of why she was brought back. Eros - the mate she once ruled beside - haunts her dreams with warnings of war, and whispers of traitors suggest that the Council's reach extends beyond the kingdom she left behind. As shadows walk freely between worlds, Harmony will be forced to choose: return to the throne and embrace the power of the Old Queen once more, or risk both realms collapsing into ruin. But this time, the war will not be fought in dreams alone. "This book is not a stand alone! You must read Harmony of the Moon first"

At twenty, Melody Sinclair is a quiet, gifted ballerina with few friends and too many bullies. Ballet is her escape-until her instructor's sudden accident brings in He Yu Zhang, a mysterious, celebrated dancer with a gaze that lingers too long. What Melody doesn't know is that He Yu has been watching her for months, studying her every move from just across the street. To him, she is perfection-and he will do anything to have her. As he pulls her deeper into his world, Melody mistakes obsession for protection...until she realizes the most dangerous stage is the one he's set for her.

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Jylian Wright adores her little life. She accomplished her biggest goal by opening her own tailoring business, and it's doing amazingly well. But something is missing for her, according to her family. Everyone in her life has found their own special someone, everyone but her. So when Jylian accidentally collides into a strikingly handsome man, spilling scalding hot coffee on him in the process of running late to a fitting. She never expects to see him again after their mortifying first encounter. Unfortunately, fate is funny like that- she never could have anticipated the little girl she made a princess birthday dress for would be the niece of the man she'd be slinking through town trying to avoid. Berkeley O'Hara had moved back to his hometown six months ago, and after being away for so long, he was ready to put himself back out there. Only for reality to hit him where it hurts, he's not the same young adult he was when he left the town. He didn't look the same, and he sure enough didn't act the same. Moving back home was harder than leaving. That was until he met her. Their encounter was purely accidental, but if you were to ask him, he'd tell you he'd rather be burned by coffee a million times over if it meant he got to lay eyes on her for the first time again. But that's the thing. Since that day, he hasn't been able to spot her once around town. He was starting to lose hope until she showed up at his niece's birthday party and set his mind ablaze again.

When a STALKER kidnaps a SERIAL KILLER... °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° A woman obsessed with a brutal serial killer captures him in her basement, but as their battle of wits turns intimate, she must decide if she's his captor, his lover-or his next victim. °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° ''It's dangerous. He's dangerous. That sick fuck might be a cannibal with a blood kink for all I know. He might literally eat my pussy, until it's ripped out between my thighs. I don't want that to be the main cause of my death. Though the thrill of it all... whether he would bite me off completely or be merciful...was like playing Russian roulette....and it was making me tear up, but not in the eyes, but between my thighs. At that moment, I felt myself getting wet. I was confused actually, because I was totally and honestly afraid, but it got me SO...wet. That's when I realized I had been moaning loudly, and the panties stuck in my throat did nothing to volume it down.'' °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° 🎀TRIGGER WARNINGS🎀 CNC CBT Dubcon Gore Murder Beheading Gutting Stabbing Biting Physical, mental torture Suffocation Castration Masochism Sadism Cannibalism Hybristophilia Paraphilia Stockholm Syndrome Blood fetish Rough play Impact play Choke play Blade play Bondage Pegging Cuffing Stalking Kidnapping Human trafficking Drugs/Drugging.

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