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Lana POV Today was our sixteenth birthday and of all the days my brother Alpha Ryker had to call an Alpha meeting on his twin sister’s birthday. To say we were p*ss*d off was an understatement. Arial and I watched from the upstairs window as Alpha’s from all over filed out of their cars before being greeted by our father and Ryker. My twin sister Arial hated the meetings just as much as me. It was one thing being twins, it was another being Lycan hybrid twins, and we always found that we copped the most stares. Once we came of age and didn’t get our wolves or shift, we knew we differed from our brother. Our mother was a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess, therefore, so are we. Our brother inherited most of our father’s traits, he shifted when he was twelve and was what we call an early bloomer, but he didn’t share my mother’s Hybrid gene. Yes, he was a direct descendant like us, but for some reason he only received certain traits while my sister and I were exactly like our mother. We had no wolves and were half vampire and half Lycan. We were both saddened when we didn't get our wolves. Ryker always spoke of how much he loved his wolf growing up. But we still had each other. Being twins means you always have another half, a best friend for life, and my sister and I were incredibly close. So close, my mother sometimes had trouble telling us apart, the only giveaway being that our scents were different slightly.

This story is reverse harem - MMMF - That means there are male/male/male erotic scenes. Dhalia is facing an arranged marriage. The night before the wedding, she is ready to celebrate her Hen night and her final night of freedom. Waiting for the surprise from her future husband, she gets into the car only to find herself kidnapped. She mocks and jokes, thinking it's all part of the plan and that the guys are strippers. Only she is wrong; unknowingly, she mocks and asks the mafia and the wealthiest men within the city to strip for her. Things change quickly when she stays with them after finding out the reason they took her. It's not too long before she realises that all three of them are in a relationship, and she becomes the fourth. Trigger Warnings. Talk of r@pe/@buse Kidnapping Torture Blood play Bondage Pegging Knife Play Primal Play Torture hunting game

“I...I would rather stay here if that is okay. Forgive me. I do not believe that I can grant you the satisfaction you are wanting.” I stuttered taking one step back before his strong hand gripped my wrist. His grip tightened and I winced a little. “Will you come with me the easy way, or shall I go ahead with a punishment?” He grits his teeth as he spoke and my heart began to brace. I glanced at his two companions and the smiles they gave as they stared at me hungrily. My whole body tensed as the man with the silver eyes spoke as he opened the car door. “Get in, now. You won’t be punished. Refuse, and we will make you wish you were dead.” My body tensed up at his threat, and before I knew it, my feet were already betraying my mind as I walked toward the car swallowing hard. The man who opened the door tilted my chin up gently so we made eye contact. A smile made its way to his charming face. “Good girl.” He purred as he brushed a strand of stray hair behind my ear. The man shut the door as I stepped into the car and walked up to the driver’s seat preparing himself to start driving. Cyrus and the other man slid into the car on either side of me. My whole body tensed as I felt all three pairs of eyes on me as if I was prey they had been waiting for as the car took off. I stared at my hands that were neatly folded in my lap as they drove in silence for a moment afraid to look at any of them. Could it be possible that I left one hell, just to go to another more depraved version? The voice of Cyrus pulled me from my thoughts yet again as he spoke to the driver. “Kota, we will need to return home first before we play with our new little rabbit. She needs to gain her strength so she can shift. It won’t be any fun if we hunt her as is.” Hunt? They were going to hunt me?

"I'm not yours!" I snap, my eyes narrowing into slits as I glare at him. A wicked grin curls on his lips. "Oh, but you are, little deer. How can you even begin to deny it?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against my neck as he drags his nose along my skin, inhaling deeply. "You let me touch you. Now, you. Are. Mine." I shake my head vigorously, my voice trembling as I stammer, "I... I wasn't awake. I didn't know it was you. I thought it was him!" The words spill out, more an attempt to convince myself than to sway him. His dark, sinister laugh reverberates as he presses closer, pinning me against the wall, his body a cage around mine. "Yet your eyes were fixed on his face, weren't they, little deer? Even as you came so hard around my fingers." He's right. My heart pounds as I recall the moment, my gaze locked on Justin, terrified he would wake and discover us. Luna thought she had everything she wanted—a loving relationship with her boyfriend, Justin, and a life that felt secure. But everything changed in a single, haunting night. For years, Luna had been living under the shadow of a mysterious stalker, someone who invaded her apartment, left unsettlingly sweet gifts, and even stole her clothing. She never imagined that the danger was closer than she could have ever suspected. After a night of partying, Luna drifts off to sleep between Justin and his best friend, Dante. But what she doesn't know is that Dante, the man she trusted, is the very stalker who has been obsessing over her for years. And now, with her so close, his twisted desires are becoming impossible to resist. Luna is about to discover that the real threat has always been lying right beside her.

They don’t know I’m a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me—male or female—for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister for the purpose of satisfying their beast king's dark cravings, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land—their ruthless beast king—took an interest in the “pretty little prince.” How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance—dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in!

Dragon king, Lucian didn't want a mate, but to secure things for himself and his brothers he will take one. He just has to make sure that she can handle all of them. Bash, Lucian's second has always wanted a mate. When he meets Cass, he knows that she'll be able to test him just like he craves. Youngest of the brothers, Oliver just wants to f*ck and fight. In no particular order. He's not afraid to take a mate and embraces Cass and her fears with open arms. William doesn't want a mate. At least, that's what he's told everyone. Yet when he meets Cass for the first time, he can't help the pull he feels to claim her as his own. Will he be able to help her or will the need to claim her be too powerful to resist? After being kidnapped and offered up as tribute to the dragon king. Cass finds herself forced into mate bond that she didn't want with not just one dragon, but four. Cass knows that she has no other choice if she wants to keep herself and her sister alive. She will be forced to please the dragons.

Tomorrow I turn 18 and I will finally move out and get away from my cold hearted mother. That was the plan 3am the morning of my birthday our house is visited by the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His black eyes and aura told me he was a demon He had come for what my mother had promised him 18 years ago. She had promised him me.

Blake: "You think stalkers just watch? That’s cute." His dark chuckle sends a shiver down your spine. "You’re in for a real surprise." Demitri: "When I speak, people obey. It’s that simple. Even you won’t say no to me." Lucas: "Killing isn’t the thrill—it’s the build-up, the precision, the art in it. How can’t you see that?" When a dark romance author ventures onto the dark web in search of real-life inspiration, she makes a daring request: to shadow a stalker, a serial killer, and the mafia’s Don for a week to better understand their worlds. What starts as research for her latest novel quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Blake, the obsessive stalker, Demitri, the commanding mafia Don, and Lucas, the twisted killer, each agree to let her into their lives—but none of them plan to let her go. Now, the author finds herself not just writing a dark romance, but living it, as all three men decide they want her for themselves. The question isn’t just how she’ll escape—but which one of them will claim her first.

Let's see, this will be the 27th time I've had to pretend I've had an orgasm? I'm not sure that anyone, aside from myself, will ever get me to cu.m again, not since him. Is this what s*x is going to be like the rest of my life? If so, shoot me now. I would like to believe that I could keep to myself rather than continue this hopeless journey, but here I am, hovering over Kyle's face in hopes I'm wrong and he has somehow figured out how to bring me the pleasure I so desperately seek. Nope. Nothing but f*cking licks to my thigh. Come on, Kyle. You're killing me. Three years I've gone without the torment of my bullies, thinking I left them behind in high school. God, was I wrong. Blaze, Thorne, and Ryder never left, they only watched from the shadows...waiting. They've re-entered my life in whirlwind of violence, and to stop them, I offered myself in exchange. Little did I know what I was getting myself into, now being held captive in their home. All this time I thought they hated me, but I'm learning that wasn't it at all. There's a fine line between love and hate and I'm certainly walking it.

“Hold her mouth open, she’s too polite to ask for it.” A firm hand grips my jaw, keeping it wide, as another man groans above me, thick and pulsing, his c*ck sliding against my tongue with punishing rhythm. She was supposed to be a transaction. One night. A girl forced to sell herself for money, and three men who could offer more than she’d ever dreamed, for a price. But Harper isn’t like the others. When she steps into that hotel suite, fragile and brave all at once, she isn’t just agreeing to pleasure. She’s agreeing to surrender. And something about her, about the way she flinches, the way she obeys, the way she doesn’t ask for more, makes them all pause. They own a club built on power, discipline, and unshakable rules. But she doesn’t know any of that yet. All she knows is what it feels like to be touched like she matters, just once. When they ask if she wants more, she says the wrong thing. “I’d have to ask Mark.” What should’ve been a second arrangement turns into a revelation. Because they know what Mark is. And now they know what he’s been doing to her. Two days later, they offer her another night. Same price. Only this time… they don’t plan on letting her go back. “Good girls take it. All of it. Even when it hurts.” I scream into the pillow as one thrusts deeper, harder, while the other presses his weight against my back, whispering filth into my ear and slapping my thigh until I shake.