"Just relax, Lana." Yiannis growls while pulling my thighs apart. "Let me make you feel good." He tells me to get on my knees and pushes my face down towards the table with my bare ass in the air. How I wish I could see the way heʻs looking at me while Iʻm in this compromising position... "Jesus, Lana. How did I behave myself for so long?" ----------------------- COMPLETED SHORT STORY. This story is mature and will be erotic- read at your own discretion.

*Explicit and dark content (18+)* -Highest in Fantasy #201 -Highest in Werewolf #578 "Mate, if you keep squirming on my cock with that delightful pussy of yours like that anymore, I will take you right now right here. I will make you make the earth shake. I will take you hard and fast, I'll make your body scream with pleasure, I will destory that c*nt of yours, do you understand?" The dark knight. Nobody knew him, nobody wanted to. He was cruel and merciless to his enemies. He was the one who saved the innocence, but they called him dark because of the aura surrounding him and the beast inside of him. He never knew what an angel was. He never knew he was going to receive a mate. But yet, the story as it goes proves otherwise. She would save him, not only from the corruption, but also from himself. And he would save her. He would protect his flower at any cost, for she was a rose and he was her thorns. Enjoy reading! Leave a comment or a vote!

***** MATURE CONTENT**** WARNING!! RATED R 18+ only This is a short, to the point book. I didn't want a lot of background and details. Just a satisfying quick read He is the definition of sex. Dark features, gauged ears, tattoos, and attitude. He makes my body come alive with just his eyes. I wonder what he could do with his hands.. His name is Devon.. And he's My brother's roommate...

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.