Deadly
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His eyes were made of steel; cold, powerful and heartless. The scars and healed wounds on his arms and back displayed the beast within him. The aura of dominance and power in his stride along with his ice cold gaze and his chiseled features were enough to make his enemies run away in a sprint. He was merciless and cruel, not caring if he broke your heart into a million shattered pieces as your beloved's blood dripped down his chin. He was Deadly. She was the epitome of innocence and beauty. Eyes made of the warmest rays of the sun- they could melt the coldest of hearts. Elegance evident in her lithe steps as she gracefully strides, eyes focused and tender, an aura of warmth wavering around her from the delicate yet powerful beast residing inside her; she was a goddess. She is sweet, kind and heartwarming. Her presence alone made your mind muddled, tripping over your own words as you follow her every wish and demand. She was Deadly. They were different types of Deadly; He's ruthless while She's alluring. But they were both Deadly nonetheless.
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"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?" ---------------------------------- 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

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