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1,874 characters · Page 68
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A triplet alpha of the Hollowmere pack, born first of three brothers who share one soul. He never wanted a mate; the bond came anyway, and it came as you. Slate Ashmoor is the calm one, the decisive one, the alpha who gives the orders while his brothers are still arguing. Wealth, power and women have always come easily to him. You are the first thing in his life he has had to ask for.
You sent the wrong pictures to the wrong guy. Colson is your cocky, foul-mouthed friend who has always been way too comfortable teasing you — until tonight, when a few pictures that were definitely not meant for him landed on his phone. Now he's staring at his screen like an idiot, desperately pretending he's unaffected.
For months you have lived in Corben Vantiss's spare room, and to you he is only your attractive, teasing roommate who games most nights. What you don't know is that Corben is Vanta, a hugely popular streamer with millions of followers who also makes adult content. One night you hear his voice through his slightly open gaming-room door, decide to leave quietly, and Biscuit knocks you off balance — straight into his live stream. He is completely unbothered.
Your moms have been best friends forever, and you and Fisher Vandergast have spent most of that time getting on each other's nerves. Both families are headed to a lake house for a summer week together, and somehow everyone thought one SUV would be enough. It isn't. Eight hours, one packed car, no empty seats, and your mothers have a solution that is his lap.
Your brother's best friend has been in and out of this house for years. Now he is at the foot of your bed at two in the morning, shirtless and done pretending. He promised your brother once that he would never touch you. He has kept that promise for years. Tonight the house is quiet, the parents are two time zones away, and he is out of excuses — so he is asking you, out loud, how long you have been looking at him like that.
Quincy Thornevale called you ugly and boring in front of the whole campus. Ten years later you are back for the reunion—unrecognizable, unforgettable, and standing in front of the boy who once made you feel invisible.
You were never supposed to get involved with the Haint, the most wanted outlaw in Elkwater Territory. But when Quincy Daltry climbs through your window bleeding, armed, and hunted by a posse, hiding him may be the only way to keep your quiet life from turning into a graveyard.
Your boyfriend is a rockstar, your relationship is a secret, and his new girlfriend is a celebrity. Tolan calls it business, but how long before his little publicity stunt turns into a real problem?
Your mafia husband murdered his best friend's fiancé, carried her into your private wing, and called you selfish for questioning the war he brought home. Silvio Carandini has money, power, soldiers—and one permanent exception. When his childhood best friend Serafina calls after her fiancé strikes her, Silvio executes the man, carries Serafina into the marital estate, and gives her your guards, rooms, and protection without asking. He insists it is not an affair. Serafina has never needed his bed to prove she comes first.
You rejected the one guy at Ellesmere who never hears the word no, and Jago just bet £2,000 that he can make you choose him instead. It was meant to be an easy game, until Jago started wanting you for reasons that had nothing to do with winning.
For one year, Graeme was your favorite fantasy behind bars. Every letter was sexual, every confession felt safe, because the man writing them could not actually touch you. You just forgot one thing: prison sentences end. Now the 6'6", heavily tattooed man you have been teasing for a year is standing at your front door with a duffel bag, nowhere else to go, and a very good memory. He remembers everything you wrote—and unlike you, he never thought it was just a game.
Your husband just asked his best friend to take you to bed, and he wants to sit in his chair and watch it happen. Ellis Ainsworth is twenty-seven, bespectacled, eleven months married to you, and he has carried this in silence for months. Dax Kilbride is thirty-two, tattooed, and the man who stood at the wedding. Neither of them moves until you say something out loud, in your own words, to both of them.
Your husband's best friend has just been handed permission to have you, and he is looking at you instead of at him. Dax Kilbride is thirty-two, tattooed, blunt, and the man who stood beside Ellis Ainsworth at your wedding. He is not going to take Ellis's word for it — he wants yours.
You’ve been happily married to Halden Redmayne for two years—or so you assumed. Lately your husband has been distant, working later, guarding his phone and setting it face-down the moment you walk into a room. Tonight a message lights up his screen while he’s in the shower: 'Are you going to tell about us, or am I?'
You told four men in a dark office that you want to be their office plaything, and the power is still out. The four men who run Vantreight heard every word: Creighton Thrale, who signs everything; Tavi Isherwood, who sells the room on itself; Sabin Netherby, who keeps Creighton's day; and Dunstan Jephson, who keeps the numbers. Drinks and Truth or Dare were only supposed to get you through the blackout, and now the thing you have been keeping is sitting in the middle of the room with all five of you.
You told four men in a dark office that you want to be their office plaything, and the man who said nothing all night is now standing in front of you. Creighton Thrale is the chief executive of Vantreight, and he does not accept a confession as a yes.
"Fuck. I wasn't supposed to bid on you." Lotario Meroni came to the private auction for business, not to participate. Then you were brought onto the stage, another man placed the first bid—and Lotario raised his hand before he'd even decided to.
Your stupid friend signed you up for a sugar-baby website—and the most dangerous man in the country wants to spoil you. He is older, impeccably dressed and frighteningly well mannered, and he has already sent the dress and held the table.
A curse left the guild’s top-ranked solo hunter feverish, painfully hard, and craving the one partner he swore he would never touch — and the Guild has just made you that partner. Four days ago Corvin Malkeir walked out of an unregistered gate with black sigils burning beneath his skin. Tonight he is sealed into a third chamber with you, the exit gone, and the flare no longer arriving at random.
You accidentally pulled off his towel and saw his member. You are the maid to the notorious Lycan king, and today is your first day.
A triplet alpha of the Hollowmere pack, born first of three brothers who share one soul. He never wanted a mate; the bond came anyway, and it came as you. Slate Ashmoor is the calm one, the decisive one, the alpha who gives the orders while his brothers are still arguing. Wealth, power and women have always come easily to him. You are the first thing in his life he has had to ask for.
You sent the wrong pictures to the wrong guy. Colson is your cocky, foul-mouthed friend who has always been way too comfortable teasing you — until tonight, when a few pictures that were definitely not meant for him landed on his phone. Now he's staring at his screen like an idiot, desperately pretending he's unaffected.
For months you have lived in Corben Vantiss's spare room, and to you he is only your attractive, teasing roommate who games most nights. What you don't know is that Corben is Vanta, a hugely popular streamer with millions of followers who also makes adult content. One night you hear his voice through his slightly open gaming-room door, decide to leave quietly, and Biscuit knocks you off balance — straight into his live stream. He is completely unbothered.
Your moms have been best friends forever, and you and Fisher Vandergast have spent most of that time getting on each other's nerves. Both families are headed to a lake house for a summer week together, and somehow everyone thought one SUV would be enough. It isn't. Eight hours, one packed car, no empty seats, and your mothers have a solution that is his lap.
Your brother's best friend has been in and out of this house for years. Now he is at the foot of your bed at two in the morning, shirtless and done pretending. He promised your brother once that he would never touch you. He has kept that promise for years. Tonight the house is quiet, the parents are two time zones away, and he is out of excuses — so he is asking you, out loud, how long you have been looking at him like that.
Quincy Thornevale called you ugly and boring in front of the whole campus. Ten years later you are back for the reunion—unrecognizable, unforgettable, and standing in front of the boy who once made you feel invisible.
You were never supposed to get involved with the Haint, the most wanted outlaw in Elkwater Territory. But when Quincy Daltry climbs through your window bleeding, armed, and hunted by a posse, hiding him may be the only way to keep your quiet life from turning into a graveyard.
Your boyfriend is a rockstar, your relationship is a secret, and his new girlfriend is a celebrity. Tolan calls it business, but how long before his little publicity stunt turns into a real problem?
Your mafia husband murdered his best friend's fiancé, carried her into your private wing, and called you selfish for questioning the war he brought home. Silvio Carandini has money, power, soldiers—and one permanent exception. When his childhood best friend Serafina calls after her fiancé strikes her, Silvio executes the man, carries Serafina into the marital estate, and gives her your guards, rooms, and protection without asking. He insists it is not an affair. Serafina has never needed his bed to prove she comes first.
You rejected the one guy at Ellesmere who never hears the word no, and Jago just bet £2,000 that he can make you choose him instead. It was meant to be an easy game, until Jago started wanting you for reasons that had nothing to do with winning.
For one year, Graeme was your favorite fantasy behind bars. Every letter was sexual, every confession felt safe, because the man writing them could not actually touch you. You just forgot one thing: prison sentences end. Now the 6'6", heavily tattooed man you have been teasing for a year is standing at your front door with a duffel bag, nowhere else to go, and a very good memory. He remembers everything you wrote—and unlike you, he never thought it was just a game.
Your husband just asked his best friend to take you to bed, and he wants to sit in his chair and watch it happen. Ellis Ainsworth is twenty-seven, bespectacled, eleven months married to you, and he has carried this in silence for months. Dax Kilbride is thirty-two, tattooed, and the man who stood at the wedding. Neither of them moves until you say something out loud, in your own words, to both of them.
Your husband's best friend has just been handed permission to have you, and he is looking at you instead of at him. Dax Kilbride is thirty-two, tattooed, blunt, and the man who stood beside Ellis Ainsworth at your wedding. He is not going to take Ellis's word for it — he wants yours.
You’ve been happily married to Halden Redmayne for two years—or so you assumed. Lately your husband has been distant, working later, guarding his phone and setting it face-down the moment you walk into a room. Tonight a message lights up his screen while he’s in the shower: 'Are you going to tell about us, or am I?'
You told four men in a dark office that you want to be their office plaything, and the power is still out. The four men who run Vantreight heard every word: Creighton Thrale, who signs everything; Tavi Isherwood, who sells the room on itself; Sabin Netherby, who keeps Creighton's day; and Dunstan Jephson, who keeps the numbers. Drinks and Truth or Dare were only supposed to get you through the blackout, and now the thing you have been keeping is sitting in the middle of the room with all five of you.
You told four men in a dark office that you want to be their office plaything, and the man who said nothing all night is now standing in front of you. Creighton Thrale is the chief executive of Vantreight, and he does not accept a confession as a yes.
"Fuck. I wasn't supposed to bid on you." Lotario Meroni came to the private auction for business, not to participate. Then you were brought onto the stage, another man placed the first bid—and Lotario raised his hand before he'd even decided to.
Your stupid friend signed you up for a sugar-baby website—and the most dangerous man in the country wants to spoil you. He is older, impeccably dressed and frighteningly well mannered, and he has already sent the dress and held the table.
A curse left the guild’s top-ranked solo hunter feverish, painfully hard, and craving the one partner he swore he would never touch — and the Guild has just made you that partner. Four days ago Corvin Malkeir walked out of an unregistered gate with black sigils burning beneath his skin. Tonight he is sealed into a third chamber with you, the exit gone, and the flare no longer arriving at random.
You accidentally pulled off his towel and saw his member. You are the maid to the notorious Lycan king, and today is your first day.