"We shouldn't be doing this," I said breathlessly, clutching his shirt. "What shouldn't we be doing?" he asked, trailing wet kisses to my jugular as I bit my lips not to moan out. "Me and you, making out," I responded, yet tilting my head to give him more access to my neck, "I'm your nephew's fiancée." "Am or was?" He bit my neck, and my hands trembled. "You were his fiancée," he said, his deep, husky voice sending a pleasure wave to my gaping hole, "but lost you due to his carelessness." I moaned, feeling his hand trailing close to my anticipating cunt, "No talking of another man now," his finger brushed my clit, "You are mine now!" He growled and dove a finger in me. *** After catching her fiance in bed with another woman a few days before their wedding, Emily Waston was devastated and angry. In desperation, she walked into a bar where she had an unforgettable one night stand with a stranger. To her ultimate shock, she discovered the stranger was her fiancé's uncle. And to make the matter worse, she got herself into a tacky situation where she couldn't leave her fiancé's life completely. By working as John's live-in secretary, she began to fall in love with his uncle. And John in particular noticed the closeness between them and began to get jealous and wanted her back. How would Emily handle the desire which the two alpha relatives have for her?

Let me preface this by introducing myself. Lola Montgomery. Alpha's daughter. Last night I shifted for the very first time. Unexpectedly I might add. A huge milestone. A sacred moment. Yay me!🥳 And I celebrated by... accidentally mating someone. Behind a DUMPSTER. In an alley. Like a feral little gremlin with no adult supervision. And the lucky guy? My brother's best friend. The Gamma. The man who literally lectures me about missing curfew. The guy who is tasked with saving my ass on a too frequent basis. Now I'm pretending everything is normal while my wolf is basically writing our wedding vows. Naming our five future children and wondering if knitting is an acceptable replacement for bar hopping. So honestly? If it isn't too much trouble, maybe the Moon Goddess in all her glittery splendor could just open a hole in the earth and swallow me whole. Thanks in advance. XOXO, Lola Pacey As Gamma of the Redwood Heights Pack I'm typically a fully functioning adult male. I own a toolbox. I stretch before training. I have a favorite grocery store. I pick the ice up off the floor instead of kicking it under the fridge. And yet somehow-I repeat, somehow-I ended up accidentally mating my best friend's younger sister behind a dumpster. Behind. A. Fucking. Dumpster. I've fought rogues. Handled border patrol disasters. Sat through Alpha meetings without punching anyone. But apparently the one thing I cannot handle is Lola Montgomery shifting for the first time and my wolf deciding, "Congrats, you fucker. That's your mate. Let's do the damn thing!" Now she's avoiding me like I'm the plague, I'm pretending I didn't CHATGPT how to make your mate feel at home in your space. So yea. I'm doing great. Just Fucking GREAT! 👍 Rating: This is going to be an 18plus type situation. I'm afraid it could be raunchy- but hopefully in the best way possible.

Unholy #1. Vanya X Vihaan "I hate you more than you will ever be able to feel," she whispered, her lips brushing against mine-just slightly, but enough to send chills down my spine. "I-I..." Her grip around my throat tightened just slightly, her long veiny fingers digging into my skin. I wanted to say something-anything-to apologize, but my voice failed me. And before I could even think or utter a single word to calm her down, she jerked me toward her with surprising force, and her lips crashed onto mine. The kiss wasn't gentle-no, it was consuming, like she was trying to claim my very soul with just her lips. And God, I'd be damned if I said I didn't enjoy every second of her hatred-because I did. ♡ 🎧 This story has a playlist - [Listen on Spotify] https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1zIEG6HXQccSdVGyrsu2fj?si=AoWJBMC-RHymLN4xGzUxYw&pi=bsnsqVdESRucG