I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I am in love with another shifter who loved me equally. My wolf recognizes him as my mate too. How can this be possible? How am I going to deal with this?
(Prologue)
Finally, he had her cornered. He intended to tear down every last damn obstacle between him and her.
Right now.
For months, she'd succumbed to fears, buried her head in the sand, even lied. He'd tried to be understanding and patient. He'd made mistakes, but damn it, he'd put her first, given her space, been the good guy.
Fuck that. Now that he'd fought his way here, she would see the real him.
One-Mile slammed the door of his Jeep and turned all his focus on the modest white cottage with its vintage blue door. As he marched up the long concrete driveway, his heart pounded. He had a nasty idea how Brea's father would respond when he explained why he'd come. The man would slam the door in his face; no maybe about that. After all, he was the bad boy from a broken home who had defiled Reverend Bell's pretty, perfect daughter with unholy glee.
But One-Mile refused to let Brea go again. He'd make her father listen...somehow. Since punching the guy in the face was out of the question, he'd have to quell his brute-force instinct to fight dirty and instead employ polish, tact, and charm-all the qualities he possessed zero of.
Fuck. This was going to be a shit show.
Still, One-Mile refused to give up. He'd known uphill battles his whole life. What was one more?
Through the front window, he spotted the soft doe eyes that had haunted him since last summer. Though Brea was talking to an elderly couple, the moment she saw him approach her porch, her amber eyes went wide with shock.
Determination gripped One-Mile and squeezed his chest. By damned, she was going to listen, too.
He wasn't leaving without making her his.
As he mounted the first step toward her door, his cell phone rang. He would have ignored it if it hadn't been for two critical facts: His job often entailed saving the world as people knew it, and this particular chime he only heard when one of the men he respected most in this fucked-up world needed him during the grimmest of emergencies.
Of all the lousy timing...
He yanked the device from his pocket. "Walker here. Colonel?"
"Yeah."
Colonel Caleb Edgington was a retired, highly decorated military officer and a tough son of a bitch. One thing he wasn't prone to was drama, so that single foreboding syllable told One-Mile that whatever had prompted this call was dire.
He didn't bother with small talk, even though it had been months since they'd spoken, and he wondered how the man was enjoying both his fifties and his new wife, but they'd catch up later. Now, they had no time to waste.
"What can I do for you?" Since he owed Caleb a million times over, whatever the man needed One-Mile would make happen.
Caleb's sons might be his bosses these days...but as far as One-Mile was concerned, the jury was still out on that trio. Speaking of which, why wasn't Caleb calling those badasses?
One-Mile could only think of one answer. It was hardly comforting.
"Or should I just ask who I need to kill?"
A feminine gasp sent his gaze jerking to Brea, who now stood in the doorway, her rosy bow of a mouth gaping open in a perfect little O. She'd heard that. Goddamn it to hell. Yeah, she knew perfectly well what he was. But he'd managed to shock her repeatedly over the last six months.
"I'm not sure yet." Caleb sounded cautious in his ear. "I'm going to text you an address. Can you meet me there in fifteen minutes?"
For months, he'd been anticipating this exact moment with Brea. "Any chance it can wait an hour?"
"No. Every moment is critical."
Since Caleb would never say such things lightly, One-Mile didn't see that he had an option. "On my way."
He ended the call and pocketed the phone as he climbed onto the porch and gave Brea his full attention. He had so little time with her, but he'd damn sure get his point across before he went.
She stepped outside and shut the door behind her, swallowing nervously as she cast a furtive glance over her shoulder, through the big picture window. Was she hoping her father didn't see them?
"Pierce." Her whisper sounded closer to a hiss. "What are you doing here?"
He hated when anyone else used his given name, but Brea could call him whatever the hell she wanted as long as she let him in her life.
He peered down at her, considering how to answer. He'd had grand plans to lay his cards out on the table and do whatever he had to-talk, coax, hustle, schmooze-until she and her father both came around to his way of thinking. Now he only had time to cut to the chase. "You know what I want, pretty girl. I'm here for you. And when I come back, I won't take no for an answer."
(The previous Year)
"You okay?" Cutter Bryant, her best friend and pseudo older brother, squeezed her hand as they stepped onto the back patio of his boss's home.
Brea Bell took in the chaotic summer party-the smoking barbecue, the loud music, the clinking beers, and male laughter booming from his fellow operatives at EM Security Management, none of whom seemed to have brought a date. She was the only woman in the yard, and suddenly every man seemed to turn and focus on her. "A little overwhelmed."
"I'm not surprised. It's hot as hellfire tonight, and there's a lot of testosterone here." He glanced at the handful of men clustered in conversation across the lawn.
"You tried to tell me."
"For your own good. But you're a stubborn thing. Always have been." He gave her an encouraging smile. "Try to have some fun, huh?"
She nodded. "Thanks for inviting me. Daddy has been encouraging me to get out of the house and spread my wings a little."
But he would never let her spend an evening out with a man he didn't know well and wholeheartedly approve of. Since Cutter had known her from birth, he was one of the few who fit into that category.
"You need to find your future, Bre-bee. It's time."
Cutter was right. She couldn't simply be the preacher's dutiful daughter, helping Daddy care for the residents of tiny Sunset, Louisiana, for the rest of her life. She and Cutter had talked about that more than once. Brea agreed...but she didn't know where to start. Since she enjoyed helping the folks in town look and feel their best, she'd gone to cosmetology school rather than college. Nothing she loved more than contributing, relieving, serving, and assisting others. Their happiness fed her own.
But lately, she'd been fighting a restlessness brewing inside her. A wildness, like the devil was whispering temptation in her ear. Brea didn't dare answer, no matter how alluring the siren call.
"It is." She tucked a strand of her long caramel hair behind her ear and peered Cutter's way. "So your teammates came alone tonight. Does that mean they're, um...single?"
"All of them, except the bosses." He slanted her a sideways glance. "You're not looking to get married right away, are you? There's more to life than that."
Sometimes his overprotective nature meant he treated her not just like the younger sister he'd never had, but a girl.
"Of course I know. But I'm almost twenty-two and I've been on exactly two dates in my life. I think I'm entitled to want male companionship."
"Yeah. I just don't know if this is the best place to look. These men are hardened warriors-special operators, spies, snipers... They have to leave unexpectedly at a moment's notice. They've seen things, done things..."
"You, too. But you're a defender. A protector. And you're perfectly wonderful. Some woman will be lucky to have you someday."
But it wouldn't be her. Her connection with Cutter was-and always had been-purely platonic. Neither of them wanted their relationship any other way.
"I'm not in any hurry to get married. But, contrary to what you say, I suspect you are. So..." He sighed. "I'll give you some background before I introduce you around. Remember, I told you that Caleb Edgington formed this team a few years back, then turned it over to his sons? Hunter, his older"-he pointed to the hard-jawed man grilling burgers-"is a former SEAL. He's married to Kata, who's probably in the kitchen with his brother's wife. Logan, his younger, is also a former SEAL. He's the guy at the cooler watching Tara, the redhead, through the window with that dirty leer."
Brea was relieved to learn she wasn't the only woman here. "And the others?"
"Hunter and Logan's stepbrother, Joaquin Muñoz, is former NSA. He's the tall one with his back to the fence in the circle of men across the yard. His wife, Bailey, is a ballerina, but she's on tour right now. Josiah Grant, the buff guy next to him, is former CIA. The other two, Zy and Trees, are tight. They served together in some government program I'm not privy to know about." Cutter rolled his eyes. "Trees' real name is Forest Scott but everyone calls him Trees because-"
"He's incredibly tall." Brea blinked. "Wow."
"Exactly. He's a cyber security specialist and he's exceptionally good at it. And his buddy Zy-"
"Looks a lot like Zac Efron. The grown-up version, not the Disney kid."
Cutter laughed. "Which is why he's nicknamed Zyron. His real name is Chase Garrett, but around here he doesn't answer to that. Besides being our class clown, he's our demolitions guy. He loves blowing stuff up."
"That's a little scary, but..." Brea let out a breath. She'd come here to get out of her sheltered bubble and meet people. "You should probably introduce me to everyone on your team."
Cutter hesitated. "Yeah. I'm just going to warn you... We're missing one, Pierce Walker. I don't know if the bastard will show tonight. He's a loner, and you're not missing much. But if he turns up, avoid him, you hear me? He's no good."
“I’m going to tell you what I have in mind,” he murmured.“First you’re going to strip down until you’re completely naked,” he whispered against her ear. “Then I’m going to tie you up so you’re completely powerless and subject to my every whim.”“Mmm, sounds good so far,” she murmured.“Then I’m going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I’m going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s rosy with my marks.”She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn.“And then I’m going to f**k your mouth. But I won’t cum. Not yet. When I’m close, I’ll flog you again until your ass is burning and you’re on fire with the need for relief. And then I’m going to f**k that ass. I’m going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won’t be gentle. Not tonight. I’m going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I’m going to cum all over your ass.Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I am in love with another man who loves me equally. How am I going to deal with this?
Having been drugged by her ambitious husband, Cynthia was made to spend the night with an unknown man in a hotel room, after which she was taken home early the next morning while still in her unconscious state. Little did they know that the particular man they had arranged to sleep with her was not the one who actually slept with her. How will everything play out? Why would her husband arrange a strange man to sleep with his own wife? Get into a thrilling romance journey filled with deceit, betrayal and a love that can ruin ones life forever, or maybe can become a blessing in disguise.
I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I am in love with another man who loved me equally. How am I going to deal with this?
“I’m going to tell you what I have in mind,” he murmured. “First you’re going to strip down until you’re completely naked,” he whispered against her ear. “Then I’m going to tie you up so you’re completely powerless and subject to my every whim.” “Mmm, sounds good so far,” she murmured. “Then I’m going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I’m going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s rosy with my marks.” She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. “And then I’m going to f**k your mouth. But I won’t cum. Not yet. When I’m close, I’ll flog you again until your ass is burning and you’re on fire with the need for relief. And then I’m going to f**k that ass. I’m going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won’t be gentle. Not tonight. I’m going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I’m going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Driven by his desire and desperation to win her heart in love, Julius, who kept himself from being known as a Prince, decides to risk his life for her, just because he wanted her to love him for his personality and not for the fact that he's a Prince. Although, his sacrifice wasn't genuine and when the cat was let out of the bag, she finds it difficult and impossible to stop loving him, despite disapproval of their union by her cruel father, who swore never to allow his only daughter get married to a peasant. Julius finds himself in a coma, just whiskers away from death and only her could save him. Will she, a princess and an only daughter of a wealthy king, sacrifice her life genuinely to save him? Or will she rather let him die and marry the one her father approves for her to marry? You don't want to miss this story....trust me and give it a try!!!
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Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
"Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "I'm a woman, Gadreel. I'm tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let's end it once and for all." "Sexless, huh?" he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "