I hate that his chuckle fills my ears, but Alpha Adrian yields to my desperate pleas and rubs my nub against the roof of my sex.My fingers curl against him as I permit my eyes to flutter shut only; he places the naughty little nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it to life.“Ah!”A cry escapes me as my eyes fly open.“I said focus on me.”I don’t…want to.The blue of his eyes beautifully resembles the raging sea on a dark night, paired with the scent of salty water flooding my body to a dizzying degree—I fear I might forget myself.His finger slides inside me, slowly—painfully slow, that if it were not for the press of his thumb against the nub that still throbbed under his pinch, I would have fussed."Expose your breasts.""What?"His fingers halt."Expose them."Is this his way of asking me not to touch him?My hands, enjoying the softness of his hair, drop to my side before reaching for my dress’s side zipper; it takes a bit of manipulation, his fingers are still moving

**Trigger Consent-Non-Consent**Alpha Adrian M. KnoxHis gaze couldn't leave her breasts, the curve of her waist and the flesh that peeked on either side of her centre’s flesh.Still, her question, ‘Do I scare you, Alpha?’Her tone irked him, but it was the ghost of a smile dancing in her eyes that made him halt his steps.He wasn't scared of her; he was scared of himself.Scared that if he were to reach for her, he would fuck her so roughly that she might have a bruise tomorrow during the gala.She was a friend of the Queen of Ketria; if anything was a big no-no, it was that."You are not leaving the house; go back to your room and put some damn clothes on!""Oh? But I dressed up for you."She uttered the words in a seductive purr as she batted her lashes and stroked the flesh peeking from her centre.He cleared his throat, hating how heaving his breathing grew at nothing but her sight—then again, she corrupted the clear air in his space; perhaps that was the reason he was suffocatin

My smile holds as I utter words I do not even mean. I am used to this. That, and Rebecca is akin to a vampire; if she senses any weaknesses, she digs, probes and devours them until one is left grateful to her for loving you despite your very many shortcomings. If gaslighting had a mascot, it would be her—that being said, she would make a fantastic ally for Alpha Adrian because, again, she knows everyone's weaknesses. Perhaps that is why he proposed to her first. Even in that regard, I was his second choice. The one he settled for. “How are you? How have things been? Lovely coat, by the way. I have one just like it in pink; I purchased it last winter, I believe.” That’s not a compliment, just a reminder that my wardrobe is out of date. "I have been well. What about you?" "Mm... I’m sorry. If only I had said yes to the Alpha's proposal instead of you, you wouldn't have gotten married in such a disgraceful way. I mean, a courthouse wedding, couldn't he have at least put in some ef

Elaine Lenard Brockett “Don’t they look like the couple of the year? Ugh, but it’s hard to top a forbidden and scandalous romance like the Lycan’s, but they are getting there.” Her roommate commented as she flipped through one of the many gossip magazines she had hoarded. “I need context to reply; you know the drill.” Elaine answered nonchalantly as she removed her books from her back to lay them on the desk. Midterms were almost there, and if she intended to graduate earlier than her class—before her birthday, she needed to maintain her position and grades. She didn’t have time for gossip magazines and rumours; she wanted to be smart and resourceful enough to stand by her Muaas. The thought made her smile; her wolf wasn’t a warrior type like her father’s, but she wasn’t an omega, so she still had a chance to be worth something by his side. Her roommate's sigh took her attention from her thoughts. She always sighed when she talked about someone dreamy who was beyond her reach: s

Son of a bitch!"Soo...how is the marriage life."The queen drawls once we are alone together as we begin walking towards the ballroom."Oh, you know, blissful."It's hard to walk...it...feels good but nerve-wracking, like my legs would give way or worse, I would orgasm while walking.Is this how I usually walk? Can others hear the vibrations? Possibly not; there is a lot of commotion, yet still, how the hell can he do this to me and at a public event, no less?This is no different from exhibitionism!The plug feels uncomfortable, but the oil worsens it. It burns so good that-"Any idea when Violet will be here?"I ask the queen to distract myself; I can do this.I can, even if my entire body is on fire, even though every inch of me tingles and fusses over the emptiness of my ‘hole’."Violet? Oh, she backed out when Alpha Aldrich sent his apologies to us and... scored his invite to today's ball.""Ah...of course. But...I never expected a man that prideful to apologise.""Right, me- he