PrivilegeOfWords
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"Please..please touch me Naomi." He murmured those words, peering up at me through his lashes and expressing a look coated in lust and pleading.
It's almost scary how he could go from possessive and intimidating one moment, to submissive and needy in the next.
"Naomi...please. I'm so hot. I need you." He begged me, with no shame at all.
The jealous and brooding Alpha King from earlier was slumped on his fancy bathroom floor...begging me to touch him.
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In which thousands of people disappear on one night every century.
Why?
Simple.
Every lycan needs a mate.
(This story has mature themes. Please read at your own risk)