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Seduced By The Hot Biker (Moon Shadows MC)
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Veronica: I've always been a simple, college girl. Orphaned at an early age, I have no one left to fend for me, and so I do so for myself. Life is simple — get the grades, work, afford the little I can, and keep my head low. But when I unwillingly witness a brutal, gang murder, everything I've built goes to ruin. The only man who can save me? Jaguar Shawn. But he's the ruthless asshole who broke my heart once, and a member of the Sandcastles MC — New York's deadliest. Jaguar: I've always been a hard man, even to the ones I love. Violence is my middle name, and I spare no one. I didn't spare her too — Veronica, the girl of my dreams. And I spent each day since then, living in utmost regret. But when she comes to me for help, I see it as an opportunity to make amends and make her mine, once and for all. By propositioning her to marry me. When she refuses, I remind her she has no one else to turn to, and her face blanches. I hate using threats, but she always leaves me with no choice. Veronica Sanders will be my wife, whether she likes me or not. And I will protect her from those after her, even if it's the last thing I do on earth.
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Big Daddy Wants Me
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Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. ---------------------- "Admit it, Daddy," Anna purrs sweetly, taking a step forward, her hands firm around her bare breasts. She stops in front of me and rubs her forefinger around my left nipple, the sexual tension between us making me swallow hard. I'm shirtless, hot, and I can feel blood rushing into my dick, making it press against my gym shorts. Anna drops her hand on it, stroking the cap through the fabric. I close my eyes, swallowing again. "You like this. You liked watching me." "Anna..." I begin to say, but she shuts me up with a finger pressed lightly against my lips. "Shh. Don't say anything. I'll do the talking, Daddy. For both of us. You'll just tell me how I'm doing. When it's time, okay?" Hesitant, I nod slowly. But when she drops to her knees, my jaw drops. "Baby girl..." "No talking, Daddy," she warns, drawing my gym shorts down till it pools around my ankles. My cock springs out — red, and hard, and pulsating. My cap is wet from precum, and when Anna wraps her mouth around it and sucks tenderly, I almost collapse from the ecstasy. "Fuck!" "Good," she smiles. "That's all the language we'll need."
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Tempted By My Boyfriend's Alpha Father
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The Moon Goddess played a cruel joke on me... Two weeks before Christmas, my boyfriend, Dante asked that I accompany him to meet his family, for the first time. We'd been drawn to each other throughout our college days, and we were sure we'd both be fated mates. But when I set my eyes on his father, Alpha Alexander, something in me shifted. My wolf howled. "MATE!" Alexander lost his first mate, which was my Dante's mother years ago. He was off limits, but my body longed for him. Craved him. His cock in my pussy. But I was still in love with Dante. And so I hid the truth about the bond. But when Dante eventually cheats on me with my best friend, I'd had enough. I went into Alpha Alexander's room and let him take me. Let him use, and abuse me. He fucked me for a week straight. Fucked my heat out of me. When we came back to reality after an insane week of rutting and nutting, how could I face the outside world? Most importantly, Dante? What will happen when everyone finds out I'm carrying Alpha Alexander's baby?
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Luna of the North
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I've never been lucky. I lost my parents at a young age to false treason claims against the Redwood Pack. My cruel uncle Storm assumed my father's role of Alpha in the Pack, and ever since he became Alpha, my life has been a living hell. When he brings news of the Northern Alpha King hosting a ball to pick his Luna of the North, I know my chances are slim and didn't want to go. But my uncle Storm charges me to act as a spy for him. Gather Intel on the runnings of the Northern Pack and bring to him. Failure to do so? He'll have my head. When I meet Alpha King Elijah Lahiz, King of the North under weird circumstances, the mate bond snaps into place, and we're bonded to each other. However, after a night of passion, Elijah acts like I don't exist and picks my best friend, Raya as his Luna. Distraught and feeling betrayed, I run away to the South and into the patient arms of the Southern King Jeremiah, to escape my uncle's wrath. Jeremiah propositions an alliance to take down both my uncle and Elijah. But there's a problem. A huge one, really. I'm carrying Alpha Elijah's child.
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Mated To The Cursed Lycan King
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Some think I'm cursed. Others think I'm unlucky. But I know what I am. My name is Leora, and I am the Redwood Pack's Alpha's daughter. Well, until my mother died. My father remarried late, so the Pack moved on to new hands. My new stepmother, Amarie, is a spawn of Satan. She gives me to the new Alpha's household as a maidservant as a price for not exiling my father. I become an outcast, abused and punished every single day. On my eighteenth birthday, I find out that I'm mated to the new Alpha's son, Caleb. Enraged, he rejects me, throwing me into the dungeons. In pains, I remain there for days. Then one fateful night, my luck changes. The Lycan King is visiting the Pack to find a mate. Which happens to be me. I'm alone, crying that night, when a towering golden-eyed man charges in and rips the dungeon doors off their hinges. I gasp when he cups my chin, and whispers softly. "Stop crying, mate. I'm here now. And I'll make sure no one ever brings you to tears ever again!" I thought my problems were over then. But it was only the beginning.
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Daddy's Naught Girl
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Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ------- Tristan's gaze flies to mine. My pulse dances dizzyingly, waiting with bated breath for his response. He calls me little girl and I call him Big Daddy. But we've never played a game like this. Does he want to? It came so naturally to me, I didn't have to think about it. What if he thinks I'm weird? Twisted? "Well..." he swallows hard. "You're getting a little old to sit in Big Daddy's lap." I almost gasp at the inundation of lust that blares through me. What is this? Why does it feel like we've been heading here all along? "Why?" I pout. "I like sitting in your lap." Tristan tugs on his collar, breathing hard. "Do you feel that...hard bulge underneath you, baby?" Frowning thoughtfully, I wiggle around, making him hiss a curse. "Uh-huh. What is it?" "That's my cock." His index finger traces a circle on my knee. "It's getting harder and harder the longer you sit in my lap." I giggle again. "Why?" "It knows you can make it feel good." Very slowly, he drags my skirt up to mid-thigh, roughly kneading the sensitive inner portion. "All kinds of different ways."
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The Cursed Luna
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“I'm a mere wolf like you Ronan,” I insist, fear making me choke. “I'm not a witch. I swear. Please don't go. Let's make this work. I promise I won't resist you.” I reach for his hand but he flips me off, his face scrunching up, lips twisting in disgust. “Don't fucking touch me, you filthy witch. I, Ronan Astor reject you, Cara Archer as my mate. From this moment forward you cease to exist to me. Get out of my way!” He shoves me aside roughly, grabs his belt from the floor, and storms out. ----------- Life has never been easy for Cara. Discovering at an early age that she's not a full-blooded werewolf, but a hybrid; half-witch, half-wolf, in a world where hybrids are forbidden and are known as The Ruined or tainted blood, she loses her parents at sixteen, and then her sisters when her mate rejects her and leaves her for dead. Exiled from her Pack, she stumbles across four hot Alphas - Cage, Sloane, Donald, and Samson. Each of them stirs up something in her, and it's not long before she discovers that they're her second-chance mates. But Cara's priority is to find her missing sisters, and they're the only ones who can help her. Aware that she's running out of time, Cara strikes a deal with the - they'll help her find her sisters, while she'll guide them through the Woods of Evil. Being a half-witch, Cara's abilities will be put to the test. But with Cara's former Pack on the hunt for her for uncertain reasons which can never be for good, and the zombies that inhabit the Woods of Evil multiplying as the days pass by, passion and a peaceful life is the last thing in store for them. Will they survive the Woods of Evil? Will Cara's sisters ever be found? Will she and her new mates ever settle down to a peaceful life?
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Touch Me, Daddy
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Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. ----------------------- "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me." "Yes," I manage after two gulped breaths. "I wore it for you." With no panties. Everything bare. "You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?" My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. "Y-yes." "Say it. I want to hear every word." "I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..." He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?" The silence is so loud, the tension so thick, his eyes so intense, so needy to hear the words, I feel my toes curl. "So, you could put your hand up there, Dr Storm. So, you could touch me."
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Arranged By The Bravta King
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"Oh," I whisper as his finger slides into me. "Do you want me to use my tongue?" Mikhail whispers. I nod. "Are you sure?" he teases. I arch my back, pressing myself against him, and Mikhail grins before he goes down on me. I moan as his tongue glides across me, not leaving a single part of me untouched. I moan louder as he gently sucks. "Yes!" I shout as my legs shake. "'F**k, that's good." My body moves without my brain telling it what to do. I must be close. I scream when his tongue flicks my clit. He's gentle, but it's so intense. ----------------- Running away was the hardest thing Maria Rostova has ever had to do. But it was the only way she could escape the fate that had consumed her family. The only way she could be free from the darkness. But when she runs straight into the arms of Mikhail Ivanov, a formidable Bravta Kingpin, things take a dangerous turn. Mikhail Ivanov is known as the Devil of the Night. Green-eyed, ripped, sleek and stealthy, he is the physical embodiment of danger and the most ruthless Bravta King Russia has ever had. Everything Maria was warned to stay away from. When he propositions Maria, offering to give her a chance to live out her wildest dreams, she accepts. But just like the devil who gives out with his left hand and takes back his right, Mikhail lets her in on his true identity as the little boy whose parents her father had wiped out many years ago, and reveals his elaborate plan for revenge. First, she'll be his guest. Then a prisoner. And finally...his bride.
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All For You, Daddy
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Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing yet another twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. --------- "You think I'm a softie?" My voice is deceptively gentle when the rest of me is so hard. "Do you know why I pulled over?" "Why?" she says, seeming to hold her breath. "I pulled over because I know tight pussy when I see it." I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her blushing face up toward mine. "I'd like to fuck you on all fours, right here in the middle of the road, little girl. Rough as you can stand. Still think I'm a softie?" "No," she gasps, the green of her eyes deepening to a forest shade. "I don't." I ignore the regret stabbing me in the neck. "Good."
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