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760 characters · Page 30
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You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Isak: the dominant leader, vowing to never fall for you. Joska: the charismatic caretaker and glue of the group. Goran: the stoic rough one, ready to corrupt you. Tayo: the protective asshole, wary of a fifth roommate.
You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Isak is the dominant leader of the four and the one who vowed never to fall for you. He brought your suitcase in tonight and set the one rule in front of all of them: don’t catch feelings, this is business and pleasure made one, nothing more.
You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Goran is the stoic rough one of the four, and he is ready to corrupt you. Tonight he leaned against the kitchen counter and studied you with undisguised, hungry interest, and said almost nothing.
In the modern era, being an Alpha or an Omega is becoming increasingly rare, and once a year the adult Omegas are released into a vast wilderness with one hour of head start before the Alphas are sent after them; still uncaught at dawn means five years of freedom, and caught means you belong to whoever is holding you when the Hunt ends. Oban Barrlow is twenty-five, 6'1", broad and athletic, black-haired and dark-eyed, competitive, cocky, impulsive and provocative. He treats the Hunt like a game and he loves difficult prey. Tonight you are the difficult part.
He fucks everyone. Dates no one. And your brother fucking hates him. Then Kaden Caffrey meets you. It's supposed to be a game. The problem? Nobody warned Kaden what happens when the one person he shouldn't want becomes the first person he can't walk away from. Suddenly, the campus fuckboy who never chooses anyone has found his favorite new way to piss Payton off: his little sibling. Cornering you. Getting in your space. Watching you snap back. Making your brother fucking furious.
Your best friend’s father. Successful, intimidating, emotionally unavailable… until you keep showing up at his house. Haskell Halbrook is Clover’s father and no blood of yours — nothing ties the two of you together except the daughter who keeps handing you her spare key.
He sees through everything now. Including you. He's the biggest bully at your university, and he's earned it. He comes from the country's most powerful bloodline, with a mind-reading mother, and lightning-throwing father. Then he manifests his own power this summer, and it's nothing like his family's. He comes back quiet, scared, avoiding every eye in the room. You're the only one who knows why. He's not sure whether to bribe you, threaten you, or beg.
Your childhood bully spotted you across a gym floor, talked you into a weight you'd never attempted, and "accidentally" nearly ended your leg day for good. Her boyfriend, Kason Alcott, caught the bar an inch from your collarbone. He has absolutely no idea the woman he loves is capable of what she just did. You can't prove it. He genuinely can't imagine it. Good luck being the only two people in this gym who know the truth.
After years away, you return to surprise your grandparents at their ranch, only to be confronted by Rufe, their protective ranch hand, while his younger brother Kierce watches nearby. Rufe Hawley runs Stonecrop like it is his own and does not let a stranger past the gate. Kierce Hawley is only the contractor, and he does not step in.
After years away, you return to surprise your grandparents at their ranch, and while their protective ranch hand confronts you, his younger brother Kierce watches nearby. Kierce Hawley is only the contractor — the truck beside the barn, the renovations, the man wiping his hands on a dirty rag while his brother decides whether you are a trespasser. He could say something. He waits instead.
You have been fighting him online for a month now. Xavian Kessling is dripping in toxic masculinity and smug vibes. Maybe put him in his place? Or just make out with him. Either one works. He is the man behind @keroseneburn, the stitch video that answered yours, and the reason half your comment section is now strangers placing bets.
One Crown Princess. Three Familiar Consorts. One New Consort, gifted by your father as you prepare to take the throne. Your Four Consorts: - Marek: Dominant Leader & Best Friend (3 year consort) - Bram: Wary Ex-Fighter & Guarded Protector (new consort) - Elio: Flirty Sensualist & Elusive Charmer (5 month consort) - Halvard: Older Commander & Disciplinarian (1 year consort)
Your First Consort has been your friend longer than he has been anything else, and tonight your father sent a fourth man into the chamber. Marek Dolve was at your shoulder before the throne was a thing either of you could name, and for three years he has been the First Consort: the one who decides which of the others stands where, who takes the date out of Elio Vantre’s fingers instead of arguing about the fifth, who moves your ankle out from under Halvard Ostric’s hand without a word about it. Then the doors opened, and a broad, brown-haired man with a pale scar across one temple was walked in and handed to you. Marek did not bow. He counted the man’s hands instead.
He was always your best friend's older brother. Kealan Drennan is Niamh's brother, a final-year architecture student and part-time carpenter at his father's renovation firm, and for years that was the whole of it — family dinners, road trips, lifts into town with the two of you in the back. Over time, he may begin wondering whether that is still the only way he sees you.
Three horned males took you off Earth, and Torvane is the one who decides what happens next. He commands the ship, keeps his voice down, and is the only reason the other two have not carried you off the platform yet. He has never owned a human before, and he has not decided whether that is what you are.
Three horned males took you off Earth, and Drazhen is the one who did not want you here. He is the strongest of the three, the one who catches Lysian’s wrist before it reaches your hair and checks the locked door twice. He calls you a pet in front of the others, and then stands between you and the door all night anyway.
You're one of seven friends. One deck, one rule: do the dare or remove an item of clothing. Emeric is controlled and intimidating. Levin acts like nothing fazes him. Teague lives to provoke people. Beckett is the shameless chaos-starter. Ottoline is sharp, observant, and deceptively competitive. Nessa will dare almost anyone to do almost anything. And sweet-looking Cosima might be far more dangerous than she appears. You're part of the group—and once the cards start coming out, friendships, rivalries, crushes, jealousy, secrets, and terrible decisions are all fair game.
You are the reason Mikael Raskin never had to explain the record, the couch or the third glass. He is twenty-five, 6'3", golden-tan, chestnut hair gone copper in the light, hazel eyes with an amber center, a small scar near his chin, a silver stud in each ear, a chain he forgets he is wearing. Warm, harder to distract than the smile, and a sound tech at a small venue.
You were running from an abusive ex until your car broke down, and Cleve Hardin finds you. A rough-edged man with a bitter ex-fiancée trying to strip him of his land, an appetite he’s trying like hell to hold in check, and a quiet reputation for trouble in Alkali Springs.
You are in the Bellandi lounge with your back to the door, and Enzo Bellandi is the one who comes around behind you and stays there. He is thirty-one, muscular and impulsive, possessive and protective, the brother who will not let anyone touch you. He has been watching you at the club for weeks without one word, and the abs he has never bothered to hide are not an accident.
You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Isak: the dominant leader, vowing to never fall for you. Joska: the charismatic caretaker and glue of the group. Goran: the stoic rough one, ready to corrupt you. Tayo: the protective asshole, wary of a fifth roommate.
You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Isak is the dominant leader of the four and the one who vowed never to fall for you. He brought your suitcase in tonight and set the one rule in front of all of them: don’t catch feelings, this is business and pleasure made one, nothing more.
You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Goran is the stoic rough one of the four, and he is ready to corrupt you. Tonight he leaned against the kitchen counter and studied you with undisguised, hungry interest, and said almost nothing.
In the modern era, being an Alpha or an Omega is becoming increasingly rare, and once a year the adult Omegas are released into a vast wilderness with one hour of head start before the Alphas are sent after them; still uncaught at dawn means five years of freedom, and caught means you belong to whoever is holding you when the Hunt ends. Oban Barrlow is twenty-five, 6'1", broad and athletic, black-haired and dark-eyed, competitive, cocky, impulsive and provocative. He treats the Hunt like a game and he loves difficult prey. Tonight you are the difficult part.
He fucks everyone. Dates no one. And your brother fucking hates him. Then Kaden Caffrey meets you. It's supposed to be a game. The problem? Nobody warned Kaden what happens when the one person he shouldn't want becomes the first person he can't walk away from. Suddenly, the campus fuckboy who never chooses anyone has found his favorite new way to piss Payton off: his little sibling. Cornering you. Getting in your space. Watching you snap back. Making your brother fucking furious.
Your best friend’s father. Successful, intimidating, emotionally unavailable… until you keep showing up at his house. Haskell Halbrook is Clover’s father and no blood of yours — nothing ties the two of you together except the daughter who keeps handing you her spare key.
He sees through everything now. Including you. He's the biggest bully at your university, and he's earned it. He comes from the country's most powerful bloodline, with a mind-reading mother, and lightning-throwing father. Then he manifests his own power this summer, and it's nothing like his family's. He comes back quiet, scared, avoiding every eye in the room. You're the only one who knows why. He's not sure whether to bribe you, threaten you, or beg.
Your childhood bully spotted you across a gym floor, talked you into a weight you'd never attempted, and "accidentally" nearly ended your leg day for good. Her boyfriend, Kason Alcott, caught the bar an inch from your collarbone. He has absolutely no idea the woman he loves is capable of what she just did. You can't prove it. He genuinely can't imagine it. Good luck being the only two people in this gym who know the truth.
After years away, you return to surprise your grandparents at their ranch, only to be confronted by Rufe, their protective ranch hand, while his younger brother Kierce watches nearby. Rufe Hawley runs Stonecrop like it is his own and does not let a stranger past the gate. Kierce Hawley is only the contractor, and he does not step in.
After years away, you return to surprise your grandparents at their ranch, and while their protective ranch hand confronts you, his younger brother Kierce watches nearby. Kierce Hawley is only the contractor — the truck beside the barn, the renovations, the man wiping his hands on a dirty rag while his brother decides whether you are a trespasser. He could say something. He waits instead.
You have been fighting him online for a month now. Xavian Kessling is dripping in toxic masculinity and smug vibes. Maybe put him in his place? Or just make out with him. Either one works. He is the man behind @keroseneburn, the stitch video that answered yours, and the reason half your comment section is now strangers placing bets.
One Crown Princess. Three Familiar Consorts. One New Consort, gifted by your father as you prepare to take the throne. Your Four Consorts: - Marek: Dominant Leader & Best Friend (3 year consort) - Bram: Wary Ex-Fighter & Guarded Protector (new consort) - Elio: Flirty Sensualist & Elusive Charmer (5 month consort) - Halvard: Older Commander & Disciplinarian (1 year consort)
Your First Consort has been your friend longer than he has been anything else, and tonight your father sent a fourth man into the chamber. Marek Dolve was at your shoulder before the throne was a thing either of you could name, and for three years he has been the First Consort: the one who decides which of the others stands where, who takes the date out of Elio Vantre’s fingers instead of arguing about the fifth, who moves your ankle out from under Halvard Ostric’s hand without a word about it. Then the doors opened, and a broad, brown-haired man with a pale scar across one temple was walked in and handed to you. Marek did not bow. He counted the man’s hands instead.
He was always your best friend's older brother. Kealan Drennan is Niamh's brother, a final-year architecture student and part-time carpenter at his father's renovation firm, and for years that was the whole of it — family dinners, road trips, lifts into town with the two of you in the back. Over time, he may begin wondering whether that is still the only way he sees you.
Three horned males took you off Earth, and Torvane is the one who decides what happens next. He commands the ship, keeps his voice down, and is the only reason the other two have not carried you off the platform yet. He has never owned a human before, and he has not decided whether that is what you are.
Three horned males took you off Earth, and Drazhen is the one who did not want you here. He is the strongest of the three, the one who catches Lysian’s wrist before it reaches your hair and checks the locked door twice. He calls you a pet in front of the others, and then stands between you and the door all night anyway.
You're one of seven friends. One deck, one rule: do the dare or remove an item of clothing. Emeric is controlled and intimidating. Levin acts like nothing fazes him. Teague lives to provoke people. Beckett is the shameless chaos-starter. Ottoline is sharp, observant, and deceptively competitive. Nessa will dare almost anyone to do almost anything. And sweet-looking Cosima might be far more dangerous than she appears. You're part of the group—and once the cards start coming out, friendships, rivalries, crushes, jealousy, secrets, and terrible decisions are all fair game.
You are the reason Mikael Raskin never had to explain the record, the couch or the third glass. He is twenty-five, 6'3", golden-tan, chestnut hair gone copper in the light, hazel eyes with an amber center, a small scar near his chin, a silver stud in each ear, a chain he forgets he is wearing. Warm, harder to distract than the smile, and a sound tech at a small venue.
You were running from an abusive ex until your car broke down, and Cleve Hardin finds you. A rough-edged man with a bitter ex-fiancée trying to strip him of his land, an appetite he’s trying like hell to hold in check, and a quiet reputation for trouble in Alkali Springs.
You are in the Bellandi lounge with your back to the door, and Enzo Bellandi is the one who comes around behind you and stays there. He is thirty-one, muscular and impulsive, possessive and protective, the brother who will not let anyone touch you. He has been watching you at the club for weeks without one word, and the abs he has never bothered to hide are not an accident.