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.
“Leave you naked for days.” Thrust. “Put a collar around your neck and only take it off to choke you while I f**k your throat.” She moaned..no, cried..eyes wide, tongue out, drooling now as her cunt squelched around me, milking me like her body was addicted. “I want to wake you up with my c**k…
Right into the f*****g spot. She screamed again..this time a mix of agony and bliss..as I docked my bite, sealing it. Blood touched my tongue. Warm. Sweet. Mine. Her p***y clamped down so hard I saw stars. She came again as she convulsed and collapsed. Morning Seduction Okay Okay Okey Wall WHAT THE ACTUAL TE…
“Did you miss me?” He twitched again. His abs flexed. And then. A low, dangerous growl rumbled through the mattress beneath me. “Lyra.!” His voice was raw. Deep. Hoarse from sleep. Half snarl, half groan. I looked up..mouth still full..and our eyes locked. Oh f**k. Moching Seduction His eyes were glowing. Amber. Wild. Still half…
She pulsed around him like she was hugging him, dragging him back in every time he tried to pull out. “I can feel you clenching,” he groaned, hips smacking hard, sweat dripping onto my back as he moved over me like a beast. “You gonna c*m already? Huh? You that f*****g desperate for me?” I…
“Say what you are.” “I’m-f**k-I’m yours,” I gasped, my voice barely more than a wrecked, broken whimper. “Your slut. Your b***h. Your tight little cumdump. Anything you want. Just-don’t stop-Daddy, please-“ He lost it. He snapped. His c**k slammed in so deep I saw black. My legs shook violently. My p***y convulsed around him, gushing,…
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even process. I was just lying there. Twitching. As his knot kept us locked. His seed still leaking from me like I was marked from the inside out. I don’t even know how long we stayed like that. Minutes, maybe. Or hours. My brain was floating somewhere between Heaven and Hell…
I growled, slamming forward again so hard the bed jerked beneath us, sheets soaked with sweat and slick and blood and everything I’d done to her body. “But I don’t. Because the only thing I see right now is a tight little cunt that was made for me.” “But..I am her best friend.. “Okay? And…
“You feel that?” I growled, slamming forward. “That’s me f*****g branding you from the inside out.” Slap. I spanked her clit. She screamed. “You’re gonna take my knot,” I hissed. “Like a good little flesh-sleeve. Like the dripping, broken, used-up girl I’ve turned you into. You’re not even Lyra anymore. You’re just my fuckhole now.”…
The sound of her gasp. The shuffle of sheets. “Why is there blood?” she whispered..no, choked..like the sight had yanked the breath out of her lungs. “Why is the bed like this..oh my god-what the fuck…Daddy?!” Lyra whimpered. Her whole body jerked. And I could fee! her panic seeping through her sweat-slicked skin. “Damon…”she breathed.…
Her p***y spasmed. She slapped a hand over her mouth like she could silence the sound that ripped from her chest. “I-f**k-why does it still feel so good?” she whimpered. “Why-why won’t my body stop-“ “Because I’m still inside you,” I said, curling my hand around the back of her neck. “Because your p***y knows…