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Thirty Days Of Seducing The Lycan King

"I know you wanted to fuck me so bad last night. I know you're excited that we're alone in these woods. I know you want me, Maverick. Stop resisting and give in." "You're so wrong and so bold." "Wrong?" My eyes dropped to his arousal. It was thick and straining. "Your cock breaking the water's surface tells me a different story." My fingers traveled lower until they made contact with something hard. He huffed as I trailed my fingers along his length. I gently wrapped my fingers around it. He was hot, hard__I could feel the veins of it beneath my grip. "You enjoy my touch, don't you?" He grabbed my hand but didn't pull it away. "Don't." The muscles in his forehead bulged. "Don't what?" "You keep pushing me." His grip tightened. "I will continue to do so until you give in." "Take your fucking hands off me and leave." He leaned closer until I could feel his warm breath on my face. I focused on his lips, wanting to capture them_to kiss him right now. "Why don't you take them yourself?" I began stroking him slowly. .... In a world where Lycans, and Hunters are sworn enemies, Lilith Blackheart, a powerful hunter, is assigned with one mission; seduce the Lycan King, make him fall in love, and destroy him. If she fails, she loses her claim to the Blackheart throne. Lilith has always known what she was from a young age; a hunter forged to hunt and kill Lycan, and werewolves. But everything took a different turn when she met him. When she discovers that the Lycan King, Maverick is her fated mate. As she utilized the mating bond to manipulate him, Lilith began to noticed that her own blackened heart was betraying her. With every touch, the line between duty and desire begins to blur, and she realizes that she's not only at the verge of losing her heart but also her life—if she dares to fail the mission.
Gift_Chanel_ · 12k Views

Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin

How would a wolf birth a witch and a witch wed the Devil’s Bone? Lucrezia Bathory has lived as an outcast from her pack until married to the rumored Devil’s Incarnate of Dreadwyn. A land built on souls of the dead and the throne of human bones—an ugly creature of the dark with sharp fangs, claws, and a monstrous form—known to eat the flesh of the innocent, and drink the marrow of the wicked. To protect her family and House Bathory, Lucrezia carries the cross as sacrifice to prove her birthright. But who knew the creature wedded wasn't as described in the tome as ‘ugly’ but a Sin destined to lure her astray. A Daydream disguised as a Nightmare, and a Nightmare of many colors. *** EXCERPT “You want to know what I want?” He stepped forward, pinning her gaze deep into his bright hazel eyes, reminding her sanity she just treaded the wrong question. When he drew closer, she stepped back, heart drumming loud that its rhythmic sound replaced the sudden silence sealed with heat, until the back of her legs hit the table behind, taking her weight along its surface. Gods… she was only wearing a silk night gown, and the windows were perfectly closed, hearth warm enough against the cold yet she was burning. “I can’t breathe, Lucreiza,” He pronounced her name like a sinful prayer, and she gulped, her mouth almost hanging from delusion. “I can't breathe because you’re fucking me with your scent. I’m going crazy with every passing second I breathe, and seeing you like this, utterly bare, makes me want to make you beg.” It was so short, but she could feel every power, every restrian, every pleasure, just by words alone. How insane can it drive her, were determined by her reaction. Unknown emotions she has never felt before, emotions that heated and chilled her all at the same time. A gasp escaped her lips when he pressed closer, and her legs parted unconsciously, conceding to his unexpressed demand. Now she was pinned in between the body of a monster. One whom she should fear, but felt… expectation? He leaned in and she stuttered a breath, throwing her head back as his fangs grazed her skin in a manner that’s supposed to make her crawl. Run. But instead, it made her desperate. “You don't know even half of what I want, half of what I need.” At this point, Lucreiza’s mind was a totally mess that nothing else registered apart from what he was doing to her. “I’m not just the monster you should fear, witch. I’m the Devil you should deny,” That was the thing… she couldn’t reject him. Fear him. Stir clear. Run. Nothing else made sense to her apart from the burning flames in her chest, the one she never knew when exactly it transpired. The world seemed to cease when she opened her mouth and uttered the damnation, that even the heavens screamed warning from above. “Y-yes,” she whispered, voice hanging from ecstasy. “M-Make me b-beg,” PS: MATURED CONTENT. #webnovel
Ace_zza · 19.7k Views

White-Haired Bride Of Velmora

Born in secret to a palace slave and the king, Aurora has spent her life hidden in the palace shadows, treated as nothing more than a servant. Marked by white hair and piercing blue eyes, she is the living reminder of a scandal the royal family refuses to name, a shame they would rather erase than acknowledge. When a brutal war threatens the kingdom, Aurora becomes their easiest sacrifice. She is bartered away to the feared King Aldric of Velmora, a ruler whose very name leaves kingdoms trembling. “That girl is barely more than a servant,” the Queen snapped, then softened her voice with mock grace. “But this sacrifice would give her life meaning. And think of the villagers. Would we let them burn because of sentiment?” Bound in silk instead of chains, Aurora is sent to Velmora — not as a princess, but as an offering. A living shield. A forgotten daughter delivered to a man known for bloodshed. Will she survive? Will she last a day? What a cruel fate she has. But destiny has other plans. In the shadows of this new kingdom, secrets begin to unravel. Dark truths about who she truly is. Whispers of power in her blood. A mother who was far more than a slave. And a king who might destroy her… or awaken something far more dangerous within her. Caught between the family that abandoned her and a ruler who sees more than she understands, Aurora must choose what she will become: A sacrifice. A survivor. Or the storm that changes everything.
Tolyn · 441 Views

I was the Alpha’s punishment, but he became mine

Soraya’s brother makes a single, fatal mistake—one that fractures the Winter Realm and seals his sister’s fate. He kills Cordelia, the pregnant Luna of a rival pack… and the strongest wolf their world has ever known. But Cordelia wasn’t just a wolf. And Soraya isn’t either. Both women belong to a hidden witch bloodline—one so rare their mothers died protecting it, a bloodline tied to an ancient, forbidden triasal soul-bond meant to bind not two fated souls, but three. When Cordelia dies, the dormant third bond awakens… inside Soraya. Nightmares ignite. Her eyes flash molten gold. And the ancient witch book buried for decades in the Winterfall Library chooses her—revealing she was never just Zephan’s sheltered, powerless little sister. She was the final piece of a bond written in prophecy, blood, and death. Damien—the ruthless Alpha who lost his mate that night—should want nothing but Soraya’s destruction. Taking her was supposed to be punishment, vengeance, a way to break her brother. But her scent clashes with his rage. Her magic answers his dominance. And the bond meant for war twists into something darker—obsession, craving, fate pulling two enemies together harder than vengeance can tear them apart. Enemies by tragedy. Bound by forbidden magic. Haunted by the ghost of the woman they both lost. Soraya was supposed to be Damien’s retribution. Instead, she becomes the one thing he can’t reject, can’t resist, and can’t survive without— his fate.
Kimaylah · 2k Views