Many parts of the story has mature scenes. Read at your discretion. "Your pussy is such a slut, little one." His deep baritone echoes as he trace a wet line through my clit. "Yes, yes." I let out, my hips squirming as I cling to him. My professor. “So…slimy with juices. My fingers ain’t even inside yet.” I swallow hard at his words, my face flushing red as my hunger grows. “Tell me, little one. How many fingers do you want inside you?” “Two. Please give me…two, professor.” Is all I manage to say as he thrust two fingers inside me and immediately his eyes changed. ___ One minute Rain was nursing her heartbreak with several shots. The next she finds herself in an alley with a hot stranger. It was a long night of moans, thrust and need. The following morning Rain finds out the hot stranger from the previous night is her new professor. He's larger than life. One look at him shows he's power personified but there's this disturbing secret about him. Yet Rain is so much attracted she can't resist. How long will it take her to figure out she's just a bait in a plot for revenge?
View MoreThird Person POV. The metal bars jangled as Mr. Ford rushed towards it, trying to flutter it open. The others stood behind him, tensed as Riot shoved forward. All baser instincts. Nothing that reeked of Rain's human side remained. "Fucking open the door!!!" Mr. Grant wailed. Hands shaking, the door suddenly seemed too hard to push open. Curses spilled from Ford's mouth as he fumbled with the locks. "Awolllll!!!!" Riot saw darkness, spurred by anger and revenge.Immediately after that growl, announcing her presence, she struck!!! Long, spiked tail swept through the air, striking the Slayers. Eyes wide, mouth dropped open in fear, the men buckled and fell face flat on the ground with a heart-stopping thud. Winces and sputtered words of anger reverberated across the room, coming from them."Fucking Christ!!!" Mr. Fell bolted up, his midriff ripped open and blood fell alongside his bowels. "Fucking fuck! Hanks. Fuck Hankson, my belly. Oh shitttt...." His words dulled to a slur as he
This chapter has triggers.Third Person POV. "It's all done, mayors," Sinai announced when she emerged in the chamber where the mayors were. Their eyes glinted with intent. Smiling hugely, Mr. Hanks dropped his glass of wine on the side table which landed with a clink. "So, she's all prepared to receive us?" He asked Sinai. The older woman nodded, her head hunkered. Despite Rain's refusal to comply with the instructions ladled out, the obedience drug injected into her water had made Rain pliant, ready to be taken by the mayors. "As you ordered, mayor," She intoned. A short, contemptuous laugh whispered from across the room, coming from Mr. Grant. "That's impressive news." He rose, adjusting the invincible crease on his shirt. "I can not wait to dive into that gracious cunt of goodness." Silence met his words, making him veer around to face the others. "Is there a reason for the delay, friends?" Before performing the ritual, it was of prime importance for them to feed sexually
Logan's POV. The car tires scream over the asphalt as I drive into the manor. Hastily, Lester and I alight from the car, slamming the doors shut. My gaze roams around the manor as the guards and patrolling officers begin to come our way, guns pointing directly at us. This was their plan all along. The fucking Slayers. Lester rounds the car until his back slams against mine, making us one against our enemies. The men are uncountable, poised to strike. Lester's breaths permeate my ears as we both take in the advancing enemies. "What should we do, alpha?" He questions, rage seething beneath his skin. They took Rain. They took my Luna. Darkness crawls the edges of my vision as I imagine what pain she must be suffering. No, I can't let these men win me. I can't let them take the gift of the goddess to me-- my mate. Rage spurred to the surface, I growl, "Kill them!" At that, Lester and I roar and shift Into wolves before the men. Then the carnage begins. Roaring into the dark sk
Rain’s POV. “You know, it still surprises me how you managed to hide your true self from me, Rain, despite all I did to trigger you…” Mr. Hanks says, coming closer to me.The wave of anger I feel deep inside me as I stare up at him causes me to spit on his face. Mr. Hanks's eyes darkened. Slowly, his fingers creep up his face and he gently dabs at the slimy liquid. The guards tighten their hold on me, waiting for an order from the mayor. The rest of the Slayers bash me with hateful glares, I feel it dribbling down my joints. Veering my eyes back at Mr. Hanks when I hear him laughing, my lips curl downward.He doubles over again, laughing harder. My face turns beet red as I wonder the reason for the laughter. When he ceases to laugh, he pierces me with his devouring gaze. “This…is such a deja vu moment, Rain.” He boisterously says, throwing his hands up. “What do you mean?” I growl, fighting against the bruising hold of the guards. Mr. Hanks heaves a breath and then hums, “Yulia
Rain's POV. I turn to the next page of the book I've been reading since morning, huffing as I bask in the captivating scenes. Gosh, I've been waiting for so long for the main characters to share their first kiss. Now that it's about to happen, my interest piques and I settle deeper into the chair and cross my legs. Then I savor the words. His possessive words and touch. I don't know when I giggle so loud that the student beside me in the library curses and barks. "Can you keep it down? You ain't the only one reading!" "Oops, apologies," I chatter out and briskly pin my eyes back on the pages of the book. Ohh, the chemistry between them is so powerful, it makes me bite down on my lip. Ahh, I practically shrieked when his lips finally met with hers. The kiss started out slow before turning into a frenzy. And the girl's moan is the perfect sound in such a quiet environment. I don't understand how I can hear it go off in my head. Unknowingly, my shrieks became loud again. It must
Third Person POV. A boisterous cheer ripped from the mayors' mouths. A nice parcel of news had just reached them from the Facility. The Fomorrh has been produced and that was something to be celebrated. "At long last. We've achieved our aim!" Mr. Fell's voice tore through the clinking of glasses in Mr. Hanks' chamber."Ahh, you could say that, Fell. We no longer need to fear them. For they will now be killing each other." Mr. Grant hummed, grabbing a champagne flute from the table, and shuffling to join the others on the line of couches. When Mr. Grant whisked a glance over Mr. Hanks he smiled, knowing the man was basking in their victory. He could see a blooming smile on Mr. Hanks's face. "Our lives shall be ours forever. Oh, I've started making arrangements about the next woman to marry." Mr. Grant chimed in, sipping his drink languidly. He had started buying women from traders across North America, tasting as many women as he could until he found the one tasty enough to be call
Logan's POV. I take a moment to swallow down my beating pulse, my desperation, before uttering. "The Slayers have my father hostage in the dungeon." A slight pause. Then, "I'm thinking he is the one the Slayers' eternal life is bound to."I feel Lester alternating his gaze between me and the witches. Aphrodite scoffs but I don't flinch. I'll do all I can to free my father. The thought of him being in that dungeon for the past two centuries clenches my heart.He wasn't dead all this while I thought I had lost him. I've one family member remaining. One I need to save at all costs. "That has nothing to do with us, alpha Logan. We cannot risk our lives for you or any other..." I barge forward, teeth gritted. "I...am...willing to do all I can just for you to help me. Anything possible, you name it, Aphrodite." My chest is heaving from how hard I breathe. She has to agree. She has to help me. "You don't understand, you do?" Her eyes flare when she looks back at me. Fiercely, Aphrodi
Logan's POV. I erect from the couch I'm lounging on the moment I feel the first sting of Sun rays on me. My eyes narrow as I turn and look out the window. It's fucking morning! I tell myself, feeling the ugly hands of doom on my biceps, it stretches down to my heart. The feeling causes me to pant as I look down at the bottle of Scotch in my hand. I'd drank it down in half. The amber liquid had been my go-to the moment I stepped into the mansion last night. I'd clung to it like it held all the answers I seek. The goal was to drink so hard until I forget about the doom I feel gripping me like a vise. Since the preparation of this war against the Slayers, I've been having this feeling. Like our fucking end is nigh. No, I shake my head, trashing that damn feeling. The Slayers won over us before but not anymore. Now, I've a band of soldiers ready to fight against those men. A band of soldiers that are irresistible to silver and wolfsbane bullets. Hell, the Slayers will be no match t
Rain's POV. "You asked to see us," One of the hefty men shoves towards us, burning his eyes on Logan. The gun he wields dangles by his side. "Yes, Simon, right?" Logan asks, outstretching his hand for a handshake. As the man nods, he shakes Logan's hand too. "Good to see you all are here..." With that Logan begins his tirade, letting the soldiers know what we truly are. In the end, the men agreed to be our allies in the war but only on one condition which was the splitting of Oakdale between werewolves and humans.The request was a little difficult to accept but at last, Logan agreed."Before we begin, I'd need you to help me steal something from someone..." My heart leaps with joy at that request, and surprisingly the soldiers agree and Logan tells them about Ivy and her place of refuge in Oakdale. According to Logan, she rented out an apartment using the name of one of her bodyguards. Once the men take the address, they exit the pack house, awaiting Logan's order on when to ste
Rain’s POV.“C'mon, Rain. You look good the way you’re.” Kylie, my best friend, says behind me as she watches me pace the length of my room.I take a moment to pause and swallow down the tension I feel rippling through my body.“Are you sure, Kylie? I wanna look my best tonight.” I state while looking at her with uncertainty.Kylie’s brunette hair cascading down her shoulders bounces as she lifts up her tea-length flowery swing dress and walks close to me.She grabs my hand and pulls me in front of the mirror. My heart surges as I gaze at myself, watching the brown poodle skirt and Peter Pan shirt I’m wearing.I look a bit odd despite knowing tonight’s school dance everyone is expected to dress like those in the 50s.“I’m certain, Rain. You look just as perfect with your Marilyn Monroe hair. Trust me, Killan won’t resist your charm once he sees you tonight.”Her small talk gives me hope and I huff, nodding my head. Killan, the king of our school Oakdale High and his father is one of ...
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