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September 11 - September 12, 2023
She hit me with a sharp look. “Your true love is broken inside. Like all of his kin.” She glanced back down at the bowl.
I could taste his dominance from here, and yet he was also giving off cinnamon-roll vibes. What a paradox this werewolf was.
“You’re wrong. I’m not trying to impress you. I want you to see me.” “Why?” I reached out with my magical senses. “We just met.” “And when we did, the earth opened up beneath my feet.”
“There once was a werewolf from Kent, whose cock was so long it bent. So he found him a witch, to scratch his big itch, and with a great howl, he spent.”
“There once was a wolf from the city, who met a witch who was stunning and witty.” His voice was low and luscious and gruff. “She charmed him at a glance, making him wish he had a chance, to kiss her sweet lips and her kitty.”
Omg 😂
Needing no more encouragement than that, he was on his knees, curling his long fingers into the sides of my jeans and panties and dragging them down my legs.
Damn 🔥👅
I had to get there, and I needed him and only him to do it. This semi-stranger werewolf with a poet in his voice and a devil in his tongue.
I had no problem with hard-to-get. I was a patient man. And my wolf, he’d have no other, so she was in for a rude awakening.
He falls first! His wolf already chose
I knew the second I kissed her what she was to me. One taste had sealed her into my flesh and bones.
his mate 🥰
What that did mean was that Nico was a permanent fixture in our lives. And my usual MO of love-em-and-leave-em wasn’t going to go over well with Nico.
“Sorry, Nico.” And sorry, self. “Friends it is.”
Partnering with Violet was my idea, so no one was to blame but myself. Regardless of the fact that she pretended New Year’s Eve two years ago had never even happened, this was still a great idea. Partnering and investing in Empress Ink allowed me to finally put down roots somewhere.
I was the kind of woman who typically followed my instincts and spontaneous desires, never denying to sit on a pretty face when I wanted to. And let’s be real, Nico had a face worth sitting upon.
Clara was right. I needed an attitude adjustment. Nothing some good ol’ masturbation, refined whiskey, and a good night’s sleep couldn’t handle. Tomorrow, everything would be back to normal.
Same lol
It was ridiculous that in the 21st century, they were still clinging to old prejudices that not only spread hatred, but also danger and violence. The only way to heal old wounds was through mercy and kindness.
“No. I mean, why are you putting pink nail polish on a rooster? “He likes being fancy.”
Here’s the thing about Violet. She never held back her thoughts or opinions on any topic.
“Well, I’m going to fix it,” she said in that haughty way of hers. “Don’t doubt it for a minute.” “You’re making fun of me?” “Never.” “Then why are you grinning?” I shrugged a shoulder, unable to tell her that I couldn’t help but smile when she said she was going to conquer the world because, one, I believed her and two...two... I wanted Violet Savoie with every leaden beat of my besotted heart.
What a lovely way to burn. I’d light the match myself and ignite myself on fire if it meant I could finally have her.
She might as well have taken a knife and cut a heart-shaped hole in my chest to remove the organ that already belonged to her.
That’s exactly what she was. A fever in my blood, wrapping me in heated need. I wondered how much longer I could keep this pretense, how much longer I could resist taking her in my arms and showing her what it truly meant to burn.
But I did have that “night after” fear of what I might’ve said or confessed or did in front of Nico. You know those moments after waking from a rowdy night full of way too much alcohol and your memory is spotty so you spend at least an hour recounting every event just to be sure you didn’t do anything too embarrassing? That was me.
I legit do the same!
Man and beast sent a mournful cry up into the night. Hoping. Craving. Longing. But as always, there was no answer. There never was.
😭😭😭😭
I’d never been the jealous type. I never wanted a guy long enough that warranted envy. I was not a fan of this feeling.
“Fishing for compliments?” I arched an eyebrow, trying to play off some of the sexual tension ratcheting up like a fucking rocket at the moment. “Yeah,” he said evenly, leaning in even closer. “From you, I’d beg for them.”
“Guess I’m just broken inside.”
😭😭😭
“You said we were friends.” I think I even whimpered. “I lied.” His thumbs continued their slow sweep over my pulse, now with gentle circles. “We can never just be friends. You know this. You’re not stupid.”
“I know what we are,” he snapped back, almost viciously. He curled his hands completely around my wrists, squeezing firmly but not to the point of pain. “What we could be,” he growled. “If you’d just let it happen.” Then he let me go. His voice was rusty and grating, demanding that I listen. “I’m tired of waiting, Violet.”
A starburst of powerful energy shattered with warmth inside my chest as it hit me. The awakening was happening right this very second. I opened my eyes to realize that Nico was the one. He was mine. “My one true love.”
Finally realizes nico is the one!
“Such a bad liar.” “I hate you.” “Still lying.” “Stop talking and fucking kiss me.” “There’s my girl.”
When his mouth opened on my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple, the pulse between my legs became a constant throb.
Closet make out/sex? 🔥
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled as he nipped my shoulder. “Yeah? What do I taste like?” He fisted my hair and turned my head so we were nose to nose, mouth to mouth. Something primitive sparked in those electric eyes before he rumbled, “Like mine.”
🔥🔥🔥
“I’m so fucking stupid.”
Yeah she is. I just don’t like Violet as an FMC
But I wasn’t what Lindsey really wanted or needed. And winning Violet would take a little deviousness, and perhaps a firm hand as well.
I don’t like that he played games to get Violet
I was pretty sure the only way to get close to Violet’s heart was through her panties. She was a sexual creature. Christ. So sensual and responsive.
“Good girl,”
“You heard me, Violet. No.” A rough command. I shook my head. “Touch your tits if you want, but that pussy is all mine tonight.”
“If you don’t get your dick inside me now, I’m going to cut it off and take it home with me to use as I want.”
😂
She stared at me, that vulnerable look fading behind a cocky smile. It didn’t matter. I’d seen it, captured the moment, and stamped it on my heart. It was mine. Just like she was.
I bit my lip, wanting to tell him that the reason no one ever lasted was because they weren’t the one
Ugh seriously she’s gonna not tell him? 🙄 annoying
“This body. This mouth. This pussy is mine. Only mine. Fucking say it.”
Sex in her bedroom 🔥
“I’m starting to see a trend here,” I murmured right before he swiped his thumb over my clit, his eyes gone heavy. “You’re in love with my pussy.” “We’re deeply involved,” he said without missing a beat, still stroking with his thumb. “I hope you’re not jealous.”
😂😂😂 love a many obsessed with the 🐱
“Now be a good girl and let me suck you till you come on my tongue.” “Fuck, Nico,” I breathed out harshly. “The things you say.”
“My boyfriend is Nico Cruz, local musician, business partner, and first-rate pussy-eater. I suggest the rest of you guys take lessons on how to do that proper if you wanna keep your girls happy.”
Lol
I cringed at the sickening emotion welling inside me, at the shame of her seeing a part of me she might find repulsive. At the gutting fear of her rejection by her kind like what I’d experienced in Austin and other places.
“Do you want to be my one and only?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips nervously. “And I want you to be mine.”
“Then I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
now I was positive this kid was going to one day collect hearts and leave them in broken shards in his wake, all the while apologizing with that tender look, making them still want him despite their heartache.
Ty stole my heart too 💕
we both knew that I wasn’t perfect. But our love was. We were perfect for each other.
