Lyra comes for a simple summer visit, but everything changes when her best friend’s powerful Alpha father Damon Thornvale claims her as his mate. Their secret is dangerous, forbidden, and impossible to ignore. Marked and bound to him forever, Lyra must face what this bond will cost—and what happens when the truth comes out.
I froze. Mouth open. Heart f*****g imploding. Is this b***h crazy? Yes. Yes she f*****g is. She pulled away with a laugh, mascara smudged, mouth red and swollen and soaked, and then turned to me with fire in her eyes. “Let’s go upstairs,” she said. Oh no. Oh f**k no. “I want both of you…
What it would do to my already soaked cunt The Stranger’s Claim I could barely breathe. Wait hold up!!! This was a f*****g stranger. I could feel the fabric of my dress sticking to my thighs from the slick leaking down them And he knew He f*****g knew He looked down at me like I…
“Good,” he said. “Because if I f**k you, you’re not walking out of this house without my scent all over you.” I felt my thighs give up again. I had to grip his shirt to stay upright. “You’re not leaving with that sweet little cunt untouched,” he went on. “Not after leaking like this. Not…
Like he was giving me one last chance to walk away before he did something I wouldn’t recover from. Then finally..after what felt like forever..he stepped back. “But you’ll remember me.” I blinked. He smiled one more time. “You’ll lie awake tonight with your fingers between your legs, moaning for a man whose name you…
No hesitation. No shame. Just need. And what I saw? God. My panties were ruined. The pale fabric was soaked, darkened where my wetness had bled through, clinging to my folds so tight I could see the perfect shape of my cunt/ My clit was swollen. My lips parted. Wetness glistened down the insides of…
Just his name in my head. His scent. His voice. (“You like this? Like showing that little cunt off to me? Look at yourself, baby. Look at the mess you made just for Daddy.”) I wailed. A real, raw, gasping moan that tore from my throat like I was being touched by fire. “Aaaah…ohmyfuck… Damon…yesyesyes,…
The Red Light Room “Ohhhh, damn,” she whispered, eyes locking on my trembling legs. “You were touching your p***y in there, weren’t you?” Her friend gasped, then grinned. “That’s why you were moaning like a w***e! I told you it wasn’t a guy. That was some solo slut shit.” “Shut the f**k up,” I muttered,…
No. No, I wasn’t. I was soaked and f****d up and couldn’t stop smelling him even though he was gone. My cunt still pulsed every time I thought about him. My n*****s were still stiff like they hadn’t realized we were done. “I’m looking for Tasha,” I said quickly, leaning in so I didn’t have…
She finally turned her head slightly, lips red and shiny with spit, face twisted in ecstasy. “Oh my God, babe,” she breathed. “You made it.” Made it? My jaw dropped. “What the hell are you..” F*ck You Tasha F*ck You Tasha F*ck You Tasha “What the hell are you..” The words caught in my throat.…
And maybe I did. Because if Damon didn’t show up soon, if he didn’t drag me out of this room and f**k me against the wall like he owned me, I was going to fall to my knees. I was going to let these men wreck me too. And God help me… I was going…