Elijah has spent his whole life hiding his body , working odd jobs, avoiding emotional entanglements, never daring to trust anyone enough to reveal himself fully. Everyone sees the rough exterior: a towering man who works construction jobs and drives an old truck. Nobody sees the shy heart under it. Nobody has ever touched him - really touched him - and loved what they found. Until Dean. Dean moves into town after retiring from Military, setting up a custom furniture business. He's instantly drawn to Eli not because Eli tries to impress him, but because of the way Eli looks away every time Dean looks at him like he sees him.

"Tell me why I should waste my time on a maid when I can have a princess tonight?" On every blood moon, twelve princesses from all over the world, belonging to different packs, gather at the Harmon's Palace, the home to the King of Alpha's and where the hunt takes place. For thousands of years, the hunt had been marked as the game of Queen's, where only one of the females get selected to become the next Alpha Queen, only after a long trial. Valarie arrived at the Harmon's Palace as Princess Sophia's lady but instead, she captured the attention of the King Gabriel himself and vowed to have the prize all for herself only after a one accidental night, where she got the pleasure of her life. *Last 10 chapters have been removed as the book had been published.

⚠️ WARNING: This story is strictly for 18+ readers. It contains explicit sex scenes, bold language, raw desires, and unapologetic hardcore eroticism. 🔥 Drinks. Secrets. Moans. Nights that begin with laughter and end with cravings too wild to hide. 🔥 Bound by friendship, wine glasses, and whispered confessions at late-night parties. But every drink poured loosens another secret, every secret spoken lights a new fire. Behind closed doors, fantasies turn real, hidden desires break free, and every moan shared only pulls them deeper into temptation. From stolen glances to reckless touches, from forbidden crushes to dominant men who take control, this is not just about one girl's obsession. It's about every woman in the circle, each with her own craving, each with her own story that burns hotter than the last. This story is pure temptation, explicit sex, addictive passion, shameless lust, and girlfriends who discover that once the drinks are poured, the moans never stop. Read at your own risk. ⚠️ 🔥 Dare to sip, confess, and surrender? Welcome to Drinks & Moans. 🔥

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Guys, just so you know this story is fictitious. A relationship or any of this would not happen this quickly. I'll try to write one more... Realistic sometime. Please enjoy though!! I saw her. I watched in amazement as she walked through doors of my college. Black pants with grey and black striped button up shirt. Her hair, dark brown, fell beautifully down her back. She kept kinda quiet but not in a shy way. She gave off an aura of confidence. She had a fire in her eyes. My knees went weak as my heart pace raced as she passed by. I had to hold my locker to keep standing and I swear... She glanced at me and smirked when she saw me. My name is Jack. A simple name, a simple guy, with a simple insatiable desire. To serve. I'm a pet, a slave, a submissive. I knew when I saw her... I knew I belonged to her.

🔥🫦SMUT 🫦🔥 🖤⛓️Dark Themes⛓️🖤 🧍🧍🧍Reverse Harem/Gangbang🧍🧍🧍 I came to campus to pick up my boyfriend. Then the blizzard hit. Now I'm snowed in with six of his teammates-massive, sweaty, starved-for-touch basketball gods. It started with one: Jax, the 6'11" team captain with a quiet growl and hands big enough to hold me down like I asked for it. But it didn't end there. Elijah kissed me like he knew how I tasted. Marcus called me a good girl before I ever said yes. Diego, Rashad, and the others? They didn't ask-they watched. And when I didn't run? They took me. Bent. Spread. Used. All of them. Not because I was weak. But because I was ready. I'm not their teammate's girl anymore. I'm the toy they pass around at night. And God help me... I've never been this full.

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Azul, a 23-year-old woman with a sultry figure is determined to rise from her poverty. Her path to power leads her into a world of rough sex, affairs, and submissive pleasures.

18+ ‼️ SMUT AHEAD "I told you not to touch yourself," he said, stepping closer. "And you came like a filthy little brat. Didn't you?" She nodded. He didn't speak again until they were in his private office. Door locked. Curtains drawn. "You don't get to come without me," he said quietly. "You don't get to steal from me what's mine to give." Then, he dragged her to the mirror again. Made her watch as he stripped her slowly. "Look at you," he hissed in her ear. "You couldn't last one night without rubbing your greedy little cunt all over my name." He bent her over the desk. No preamble. No warning. "This isn't punishment," he whispered, pushing her legs apart. "This is ownership."