"Run." His voice is calm, a sharp contrast to the storm brewing in his blue eyes. "What?" I ask, confused. "You're going to turn around and run as far and as fast as you can, Rhys." he steps closer. "You're going to put in your all because when I catch you I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to use you, use your hole, until you understand that you belong to me!" It's a promise, one that sends fear to my heart and tingles down my body. "Run Rhys. Run or surrender, it won't matter. Nothing is going to stop me. Not even you." And I'm heady with lust as I run, slick leaking slowly down my thighs. Rhys is an Omega who's been waiting for his mate ever since he turned eighteen. He hopes his mate is quiet and gentle and loving and everything he likes. Killian is an obnoxious loud-mouthed rogue who turns out to be everything Rhys doesn't want as a mate. The two butt heads at each turn despite being unable to fight the blazing heat between them.

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

Evangeline has just turned 18. As it is require by the government she must go to be classified. All her life she has held herself to be a Dom, much like the rest of her family is, but what happens when this doesn't work out to be the truth? Will she take it well or not? Follow along with her journey to settle in.

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

Kyle and Lee, twin brothers, were on a hunt when they get knocked out by a mysterious person, and when they wake up..... its certainly NOT what they were expecting. Forced Age Play, don't like, don't read. "Discontinued", being rewritten.

"Can-can you h-hold me?" "No," * * * Abandoned at the age of two, Jude grew up in an orphanage-ignored and pushed away for being a male omega. The only thing he craved in his life was the warmth of love that he never got to experience. And like everyone else, Jude too hoped he would have his happily ever after when he finds his mate. But life isn't a fairy tale....

"Touch me," "What? Sage, I-" "What are you so afraid of? You've hurt me without a second thought so why's touching me such a difficult task?" ___ Sage always knew his mate would leave him. Their living arrangement was born out of necessity, not love-Damien needed time to find a painless way to sever their unwanted bond. Sage braced himself for the inevitable day he'd be cast aside. But everything changed when the very alpha who promised to make the separation painless, accidentally marked him during his heat, sealing their bond forever. Bound by a mating mark, Sage is now trapped in a loveless union with an alpha who wants out. Can they find a way to escape their fate, or will their bond become a deadly curse that will slowly kill them alive? (Spin off story of Sage and Damien from Hold Me.)

Book 2 of The Eternal Annals Aiasthlyn Kethlana. King of the Anael Faction, leader of the Fey elves. In a world where elves live peacefully, he has only wished for the plain life as any lucky elf, but Ythene has never heeded his prayers. His curses, others name blessings, never end, but he prays that for once it will when it comes time for the elven realm to gain a new Protector. Blessed or cursed, there is a Charge- a mission beyond worlds to another where light and darkness remain at war. Aiasthlyn does not want it, the power, the glory. He has never wanted for anything other than peace. That is, until he is chosen by a sharp-toothed, gloriously perfect man who worships him before he even truly knows him and makes him want everything.