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44 - A Three-Way Meeting Pt. 2
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Paul wanted to strangle Cecily. His jaws clenched, his fingers clutching the edge of his couch's armrest as anger gripped him. Not very long ago, he'd specifically warned his little sister not to disturb his meeting with the other alphas. But it appeared that she'd so easily forgotten that, like she always forgot his other warnings. This time, however, she hadn't just stuck her nose where it didn't belong. She'd started a new conversation... and had made things considerably worse.
The first to react to Cecily's rude interruption was Edward. He couldn't care less about anything she had to say—it was a well-known fact across the werewolf community that Cecily Knight was an idiot—but her smug smile and confident pose were something he couldn't ignore. It seemed this one truly believed throwing out a huge sum of money could actually solve her problems. Poor thing. Maybe it had worked in the past, but her insolence had only made him more determined to see her banished.Related chapters
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Sparks flew the instant the two lips touched. Draven devoured her hungrily, his tongue pushing her lips apart to dive into her mouth. Fire lit her nerve endings as they kissed, their mutual passion burning everything else away. Belinda straddled him on the chair, each of her legs gripping his thighs. Her arms went up his shoulders, crossing at the back of his neck as she pressed her breast to him. Instinctively, her hips rocked against his erection, creating the friction she desired. Her bare nipple grazed against his chest as she moved, drawing a strangled moan from her. Draven had never been so hard before. It was as though every blood cell in his body had pooled at his groin. His erection strained against his trousers, thick and literally painful. His mind roared with desire for his mistress, the beautiful woman who had fallen upon him by chance. Every fiber of his being wanted to be inside her, to bury himself deep within her. A strong possessiveness gripped him then. He wanted t
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What had she done? Belinda's arm remained suspended in the air, as though it was too afraid to come down. The skin of her palm stung, undeniable proof that she had indeed hit the Lycan. She reeled from the thought. She, a low-ranking omega, had hit a man feared by alphas. Belinda could see that he hadn't moved since she'd slapped him, like he too couldn't believe what she'd just done. If only he knew—she was far more shocked than he was. At that moment, a part of her was screaming for her to apologize, to plead that she'd acted rashly and hadn't known what she was doing. The greater part—the part of her that was still possessed by nerve-numbing anger—refused to do that. "I really don't get you." Belinda glared up at Draven with every bit of venom she felt. "You seem to hate me. No," She corrected herself. "you definitely hate me. Yet, you keep me close. Why? You can have any woman on earth, so why choose me? Do you really feel that I deserve to be treated the way you treat me? W
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