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he whispered. Scarlett felt a shiver run down her spine as his breath tickled her ear. She tried to remain calm, but her heart was racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew she couldn't trust him, but the idea of striking a deal with the powerful lycan king was tempting. She turned to face him, their eyes locking in a heated stare. "What kind of arrangement?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. His lips curved into a smirk. "One that would benefit us both," he said, his hand trailing down her arm. "But first, I think we should get to know each other better, wouldn’t you agree?"

Rowan flipped her onto her side, lifting one leg over his shoulder as he entered her from behind, his curve hitting deeper angles, making her toes curl. Kael knelt in front, guiding her mouth to his shaft. Nyxara opened wide, sucking him down, tongue pressing along the underside as she bobbed, tasting herself on him. Rowan's thrusts rocked her forward, forcing her to take Kael deeper, gagging slightly but pushing on, saliva trailing from her lips. The bond linked their pleasures—she felt Rowan's building tension in her core, Kael's pulse on her tongue, all converging to push her over the edge.

“Do I take that to mean you don’t feel the same?” Solomon put his fork down. Heat climbed up his face. Surely he wasn’t blushing. Lycans simply didn’t do such things. And someone as old as him.. But... But how could he adequately put into words what it was he felt when he wasn’t sure himself? “Ahhh, I see,” Mayne continued, not giving Solomon a chance to interrupt. “You want Lucia too. Badly, if I’m not mistaken.” Solomon scowled. “Damn beast took one look at that cute little Omega and promptly lost control. He was hopping around inside my mind like an overgrown puppy, his tongue practically hanging out and tail wagging.”

On the sight, heat rose in my pussy again and I cared less about the consequences anymore because I needed more… but with the monster he was holding back, the one could hit that spot better than his fingers could. My body pulsed in need as I watched his tongue, his fucking teasing, glide over his wet fingers, licking them off like a messy child licking a lollipop so slowly, not wanting it to finish so fast. “Dexter was not the best enemy to make, little bat.” I watched his lips move, unable to feel my legs but his saliva-coated fingers held my chin and raised my face to meet him in the eyes. “But Liam you can get rid of. You may not be wholly mine… yet, little bat, but when the time is right

“Little wolf,” he said, voice low mixed with amusement. “You remember, don’t you?”I couldn’t deny it with the way he looked at me.I nodded before I could stop myself. “Words, Katherine.” The command was soft, but it slid under my skin. My throat went dry, the rag in my hand twisted as my fingers tightened around it. “Ye… yes,” I stammered, the word barely making it past my lips. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. “You remember you owe me, don’t you?” “I… I already paid,” I blurted, the memory flooding back. My cheeks flushed. One dark brow lifted. “Did you now?” His mouth curved faintly, dangerous in its almost smile. “I never told you if you paid.

ARIA “Get something different. You ordered the same thing last time.” “And you judged me then too. Besides, the last time was a long time ago. I'm allowed to crave this again.” I laughed at Nyx’s aggravated expression, taking a slow sip of the pumpkin latte. Nyz stirred her tea lazily, her black nails tapping the handle of her cup. She looked like a bored cat. A gorgeous, bored cat. And I was still hung up on how I would tell her about Xander. He was in hell, and he needed a hand out of it.

It was as if something older than rage was steering them. Nyx clawed at the ground, trying to get up. “You don’t understand!” he shouted, voice cracking with desperation. “She’s not—” Kael’s fist cut him off. The blow landed so hard the ground trembled. Damon’s voice was a low growl. “You touched one of ours.” “I didn’t know—” Nyx spat blood, coughing, half-laughing through the pain. “You think he’s one of you? Look at—”

“You dared to shoot Hades. Now you have me to deal with. Let’s just call me Nyx.” The name Nyx—the Greek goddess of the night—rolled off her tongue with a dark satisfaction. She watched as the life drained from Dean’s eyes, his body going limp in Big Tom’s grip. She felt no remorse, no hesitation. This was her world now, and she was claiming her place in it.