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Sebestian was breathing hard above him as he slammed in and out over and over again. "aah!! Sebestian, please mark me! I'm ready!" Adom whined as he pulled Sebestian on top of him and scratched his back. He could feel his orgasm nearing, and his channel tightened around Sebestian's hard cock. Sebestian quickened his thrust as he became aware of the knot developing at the base of his thick cock. He was so close, so close, but he wanted to savor the moaning mess beneath him. Adom had his eyes closed, and tears coated his flushed red cheeks. His blush covered his ears and chest adorably, and it got Sebestian's alpha even crazier, seeing his omega enjoying what he did to him.

The girl shrank back, but her face was plastered ahead. She squinted, trying to read the name on the neon sign above their heads. Dom Krovi. It was a joint she recognized, infamous for taking young girls off the road then tag and ship them to some foreign country or keep them for use, neither was better. Dom Krovi was owned by a Russian mob, and they weren't people to mess with. A man's back appeared, blocking Hannah's petrified face.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

I repeated those words in my head until every letter was carved into my subconscious. Yet when night fell and I got into bed, I could feel the change lingering in the air. Moonlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating Nox’s broad shoulders and back. The sheet had fallen from him, landing in a heap around his waist. He always ran hot when he slept. That much hadn’t changed. Not friends, but enemies. If that was the case, then why was there a tattoo of a lilac on Nox’s spine?

And I reach up and put my hand at the back of his neck and pull him down and kiss him in the four am quiet of the main room and he comes without hesitation and his hands find my waist and pull me in and it is nothing like the first night and everything like everything since and my wolf is so warm and so full and so completely certain that I stop thinking entirely and just let it be what it is. When we break apart, his forehead comes to mine. Both of us breathing differently. "Noctyros is going to escalate," I say. "Yes," he says. "Whatever he does next is going to be worse than the car and Soren," I say. "Expected," he replies. "I want to be in every conversation about it," I say. "You alrea

Quintus hissed from a few yards off and the words half came out as a shriek in the night. Porcius moved up to face Severus in the moonlight. Over his face, Severus sported a blanket of clear gelatin, a thick film moving like rushing water. Eyes and mouth wide open, nostrils flaring, Severus struggled for air, but none came to him as the translucent fluid flowed about his face.

Something became apparent in Nocturne’s crotch and he realised that he had what humans called a boner. “You’re hard,” Leo observed out loud in between breaths. “Has that ever happened before?” “No. This is the first time.” “I find that flattering,” his boyfriend told him and gestured for him to come closer. “I’ll give you some help with it.” *** “I have to go now,” Nocturne noted a little while later with disappointment. “It’s one in the morning, I need to see the list of deaths for today and start delegating the collections out.”

I closed my eyes, allowing the rhythmic sound of my heartbeat to lull me into a state of semi-consciousness, the events of the day fading into the background as sleep beckoned me into its embrace. But just as I began to drift off, a faint tapping sound roused me from my reverie. I frowned, wondering what could be causing the disturbance in the stillness of the night. Pushing myself up from the bed, I made my way to the veranda, drawn by the curious noise emanating from outside. As I stepped onto the veranda, I saw Trence standing there, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. His gaze met mine, a mixture of apprehension and remorse shining in his eyes.