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88. Ayr
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I waited on the high ground near the Kallio bridge the whole night once Mrs Berrybrow raised the alarm that Marcus and Matthew had gone missing. When Matthew came back into connection, hesitantly confirming that they were almost back, my pent-up, desperate temper finally unloaded. I stormed to the bridge on Ares, galloping hard to intercept my traitorous so-called friend. I didn't confess my feelings for him to make it a one-man mission to blow up my life.The carriage, driven by the stony-faced Matthew, was a simple cart. Designed to blend in. He wore his dark, standatd armoured clothing. Marcus, the fucking clown was of course dressed in dramatic baby blue. Head high, like he hadn’t just betrayed his Alpha and best friend. So much for not standing out. The devious bastard. He must have had Matthew or some other helper of his follow me. Probably Berrybrow she’s that insanely loyal to him. The tenuous hold I’ve held over my wolf for the past few years. The aching, constant emptiness
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His Unlovable Mate 96. Cassie
Time loses all meaning. Ayr has me captive as he builds me up to a point where my thighs are shaking, resting over his shoulders whilst he kneels on the wooden floor. HIs huge, broad shoulders hold my weight with ease, inching my hips up to meet his hungry mouth. My inner thighs have been nipped every time I almost lost control, bringing me back to reality just in time. Now, I am almost beyond help. My legs spread wide he’s still teasing me within an inch of my life. My clit is aching for his attention as he continues to twist and turn his fingers inside me. “Hold on Cass, not yet,,” he growls yet again before delicately lapping at my clit whilst his fingers continue to prise me apart. I’ve shredded two cushions already. One hand now grips a chunk of headboard the other is uselessly flailing at the mattress. I need to let go. To crash and burn with my legs clamped around his shoulders. Ayr still has his fucking pants on. I’ve been naked for what feels like hours. Bending to his w
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