Warning: Contains explicit scenes, suitable for 18+
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She looked over and shivered in anticipation.
As if sensing her excitement, he moved lower and lower. His breath blew onto her core, between her spread thighs.
She whimpered.
His eyes darkened and roughly pulled down her pants, leaving her bare in a pair of skimpy lace panties. He took in the sight beneath him, but his vision soon concentrated on the damp spot coating her panties.
"Fvvvvvck, kitten. So ready for me, for us."
She flushed bright red.
He leaned in and slid the scrap of material off her pelvis.
"So wet already." he muttered, taking in her swollen, glistening skin.
He nudged her open with his nose, breathing in her sweet, addicting aroma. With that, he ran his nose down her slit. Then, without a warning, his tongue darted out and swirled around her clít then gently sucked on it.
She cried out in bliss.
"Now, I'm going to make you regret ever resisting me."
Her hands reached out instinctively and pulled his shirt into her tightly wounded fist, letting out a needy whimper.
"Hand me the handcuffs."
He demanded, speaking to his twin without cocking his head to look at him. The other man let out an amused chuckle but soon faltered when she let out another moan, making him strain against his jeans even more, hardening painfully.
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When the twins were born, the prophecy predicted that they will fall in love with the same woman, no matter the situation. The gods predicted a war. A war so huge that its result will probably cause more deaths than the amount of lives Melinda herself took. Probably.
But every story has a twist.
Nope, nope, no war.
But shít sure did went down.
"Goddess, you're so perfect." he breathed the words, staring up at her as she moved rhythmically up and down above him, her breasts bouncing as he gripped her hips, trying to hold back the wave that he felt building inside of him. She just looked and felt so fucking good.
"Do female wolves mark their mates?" She leaned forward as she asked the question in a low voice, sliding her arms along his chest as she shifted her position, moving her legs close together so that he was even tighter inside of her as his hands came down to grip her ass, thrusting into her from below.
"Yes." he was barely able to gasp out the word. "Not in my pack. But in many- most even- other packs."
"Why not yours?" He felt her mouth slip forward, her tongue teasing the same place he had marked on her body half an hour earlier.
"The men in our pack just haven't allowed it. It's a sign of claiming and-" her teeth grazed the spot lightly, not hard enough to break the skin, but he felt a mixture of pleasure and pain shoot through his body and he drew in a sharp breath, his head tilting back automatically as he offered her better access to the spot.
"It shows that you belong to your mate. Doesn't it? Like I belong to you?"
"Yes." He murmured, gripping her more tightly, so close to the edge he knew he'd lose control at any moment. He only hoped he could bring her to the peak of pleasure again first. He'd thought she was close. "Nova." He knew his voice sounded desperate.
"Can I mark you, Alpha?"
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When Nova stumbles into pack lands and is captured by the Blazing Moon pack she knows that she has to escape. She makes a daring escape only to be tracked down by their Alpha. But their meeting isn't at all what either or them expected. Can he convince her to stay? Or will a petite female rogue be the one to bring down one of the fiercest Alpha's on the continent?
⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18