I saw him shifting into wolf as he growled at me angrily. I took a step back, feeling scared. Almost immediately, he was on top of me, pinning me down to the bed. I felt my clothes, along with my underwear, being ripped into shreds and his nose sniffing my püssy. His big tongue started licking and lapping me hungrily. Just as I was going to explode, he stopped his assault, turned back in his human form, and came up to me. I gave a loud frustrated moan. I heard his low growl in my ears, "SAY YOU ARE FUÇKING MINE AND I WILL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED! "I will never be yours." I gave my panting reply. Dominant Hybrid (Dominant Series #2) by ktish7 - Available now om Dreame
She quivered in fear when she saw him transforming. His eyes were ice blue and his front two teeth were canines. Before she could understand what was happening, she was grabbed and slammed to the nearest tree by him. He fell down on his knees in front of her, his claws clutching her thighs and keeping her captured. " What.. what are you doing?" She whimpered. Instead of replying his head went straight between her thighs. She felt his tongue licking her, stroking harshly. Suddenly his canines bit her clit and her rich blood flowed in his mouth. In that exact moment, she experienced a pleasure so pure, so empowering that left her shuddering, making her want to get away from the overwhelming, overpowering pleasure but forcing her to stay in the exact same place. When she was left shuddering and panting from the after-effects of pleasure, satisfied, he rose up on his feet and looked into her soulful, admiring, love-filled eyes. And that's when the love of her life, her eternal mate, grabbed her neck & snapped it to death. First book in the series- Dominant Alpha
Aana is a survivor. Despite a deadly accident one year ago and the loss of her memories, she is determined to take her life back. As a CEO, as a happy bride to be and a perfect daughter. But... something doesn't feel right. Aana can't find what, but since her return, none of this perfect life seems to fit. Someone is missing. Her days are haunted with someone's memories and nights are filled with the dreams that seem so real. Aana is torn between those unbearable feelings and the perfect, happy life she should be working on getting back. Until she gets into another accident. This time, she knows something is definitely wrong because her open flesh doesnt hide muscles or blood but... wires.
An incubus is a demon in male form who, according to mythological and legendary traditions, lies upon sleeping women in order to engage in sexual activity with them. They are considered fallen angels who now have taken the form of demons. ●● "How did you do that?” Ally asked while breathing heavily. How could he taste her, how could he arouse in her dreams and still feel so real? She felt like she was standing literally naked to the soul in front of Elijah while he devoured every desirable part of hers. An evil smirk covered his lips as he leaned forward to her level. His lips almost touched hers before he replied in a hushed tone, "I didn't do anything, sweetheart. It's what I am. It's what I know. This is how I quench my hunger. I can lick every sweet little part of yours in a thousand ways even in your dreams and you'll be begging me to fuck you in reality." Read the Second Book in the Series- 'Love of the Fallen Angel'. Now available on Dreame.
"Did you finish the process of your admission in this college?" He asked her in a low voice calmly. Her eyebrows got scrunched in confusion at his bizarre question out of the blue. She even forgot that his arms were around her and she was being kept captured. "Yes?" She hesitantly said after a few seconds. "You chose Economy Major?" He lifted up one of his hand and pushed the tendril that was falling on her forehead, behind her ear. She unconsciously shivered at his touch and replied in a soft tone, "Yes." "What about Hector?" He asked casually and shifted her more closer to himself. The continuous questions were just an excuse to keep her in his arms for a longer amount of time. "You don't know what Hector has chosen?" Her eyes widened in surprise, "You both live in the same house. Are you both brothers or what?" As soon as the words slipped out of her lips, she slapped her hand on her mouth, surprised at her own audacity with the way she had talked to him. "I am sorry." She immediately panicked, fearing his anger, "It just slipped out of my mouth." He bent his head down and tapped his nose with hers playfully. She scrunched up her nose cutely and immediately a pink blush covered her face. Had she even realized that it had been almost an whole hour but she had not moved away from his touch, had not tried to run away from him? Only he knew how much he had craved to have her like this in his arms. It was not lust that he felt towards her. It was just pure longing, and need. Like the need for a last breath or a deep thirst for water.
He has a reputation of a betrayer. A ruthless vampire, the enemy of all, the traitor, the two- timer, the dealer, the tactless opportunist. His life's driven by revenge. He hungers for bloodlust. He lives for torture. He is Azazel- the infamous 'Angel of Death'. In exchange for the Royal Throne, Azazel is given a task by the Gods of blood. Kill Pandora. And a gift surely awaits for him.
Running away from your home isn't easy. Running away from your home because your mate rejected you is disastrous. Feeling she is doomed for life is the only thing that India knew. After getting a humiliating rejection, she was all set to live a life as a lonely, sad, cat lady who sews cute little sweaters for her kittens. Well, she was, until he walked in. With captivating eyes and alpha asshole attitude towards everyone except her, he came in like a stormy wind, and then she was left with a whiplash and blank mind with thoughts full of satisfying a completely different kind of pussy. A cat nowhere near that thought.
(Daily Updates) His green eyes were shining in anger. He saw her standing there with that fucking gangster. Fury and jealousy were running through his veins. His eyes drifted down and noticed the hand which was gripping her waist. His fingers turned into a fist. He was ready to kill him. He saw them going and pulling away in car. Where the fuck is he taking her? He turned and threw a punch on the wall hardly. Grabbing his bag he ran and ran til he reached in his room but her memories came rushing in his head. Everything in his room was a reminder of her. Her scent was still floating in the air. Her tinkling giggle echoed in his eares. But why? Why is he jealous? Why is he angry? He was the one who betrayed her, destroyed her, made fun of her love. Now why her moving on with another man is killing him inside? He is the god of his own world. He is The Eric Knight. It was never a fairytale. Fate collided them and started a story full of- fight, love, romance, betrayal and hate. And in between all this, entered a Gangster, who kills people and sells drugs but is sexy like a devil. One's Obsession and other's Possession. A story of Possessive Passion. But The game spins and the fates too.
When their breathing came into a little control and their hearts calmed down, Liam took Eva from Rush and took her with him toward the couch in his arms. Liam sat on the couch and settled Eva on his lap. Rush came to sit right beside them. They both exchanged a nod and before she could understand the meaning behind their nod, they both bent their heads on each side of her neck, and pierced it with their canines, marking her. Making her their's. Her eyes were clenched shut in pleasure when their lips and canines were marking her. A feeling of pure ecstasy was running through her veins when she heard a creak of the door and in the next second an taunting but angry voice of a woman pierced through her haze, "Well...., I certainly did not expect to see my fiancé whoring around in his own office in the broad daylight!" ***** Two werewolves and One mate. That's how it all started. Eva was living peacefully until Rush and Liam entered her life and flipped it upside down. They fell in love. She was ready to marry them. But what happens when one day she finds out that her mate is already engaged to the daughter of the Alpha and he had been planning to keep Eva as his mistress? She didn't know the meaning of love until they decided to show her. But will she stay when the truth comes out and the one claiming to love her the most betray and break her to the point of no return?
Do you know what an Incubus is? ☆An incubus is a demon in male form who, according to mythological and legendary traditions, lies upon sleeping women in order to engage in sexual activity with them. They are considered fallen angels who now have taken the form of demons. Its female counterpart is a succubus.☆ What would you do if you had subjected an Incubus, who had been hopelessly in love with you, to a cruel death? What would you do if he comes back, only to haunt your days and nights? Only to torment you in the most unthinkable... pleasursble ways? *Make sure to read the first part of this book- 'Slave of the Fallen Angel'.
Since their childhood James Sullivan enjoyed making Kara intimidated. He relished her fear every time she saw him coming. Every time she stepped inside his house to play with his younger brother, he was there to hide her inside his room until he is the only one left on her mind when she finally leaves. The desires he possesses for her run very deep inside his veins, but for some reason he won't bind her to himself. When his control starts to slip, he vows to bid his time until the graduation day of her college to finally make a move. But all vows go down the drain when he sees the engagement ring on her finger. A new battle of love starts and this time there are just two options- kill, or get killed. ONLY INTENDED FOR MATURE READERS.
Sebastian is a museum curator with a fetish for perfection. No one's ever gotten close to him; how could they? They're never as perfect as the portraits, the sculptures, the art that never changes. Then one day, Roxy is hired—a young, messy, disorganized intern, whose hair and desk are in a constant state of disarray. Sebastian is going half-mad with this walking embodiment of chaos; so why can't the he stand the thought of Roxy leaving at the end of their assistantship?