The youngest prince of Melissa, Asher has been mated to the crown Alpha prince of Agravia, the first and most influential kingdom of Jo. Everyone said that he was lucky to be mated to Dominic, and Asher knew men - and women - who would give anything to take his place. But he didn't feel lucky. In fact, he loathed Dominic with every fiber of his being. Dominic is cold, calculative, aloof, and possessive. The mere sight of Asher irritates him, and the only time he opened his mouth to speak to him, was only to criticize. Asher will do anything to get away from their fated marriage - even if it meant bringing shame upon both kingdoms. But the line between a scorching hate and brewing passion can be thin, and when they blur, the emotions come tumbling down. Finally free of his monster of a husband, Asher finds out that he can't live without him. Is it sane to want the man who's done nothing but belittle you from the first moment he set his eyes on you? Is it messed up to crave his words, his touch, his cold presence? Asher knows his relationship with his mate is anything but healthy, yet he can't stop going back. And he didn't wish to stop. At all.
Now that Asher really took out time to think about it, the bedtime stories were the genesis of everything that happened.
As a child, he'd loved his mother – the Queen of Melissa – solely because of her colorful stories of princes that rode on pink unicorns, of kings that fought with rainbow-colored armors, of princesses that snuck out at dawn to their equally female lovers waiting eagerly for them at the edge of the river bank. They'd take long dives in the crystal-clear water, laughing up to the sunlight – their minds free, their arms open as they pulled each other in for a passionate kiss. The tale about the two princesses who had to give up their love for one another to get married to arrogant dukes for the peace and sanity of their kingdoms was the most heart-tugging of them all. And the love he had for his mother grew each time she told him that particular tale.
The night she told him first, a story about himself and the stories surrounding his birth, Asher wasn't too thrilled to listen. From the premise, he was already yawning and stretching – clever tactics which he often employed to let his mother know that he wasn't enjoying what she was saying. But she persisted, drawing him up in her arms and tucking a dark lock of hair behind his left ear. "This story I'm about to tell you, Asher, is very important. I've always told you that you're a special child. Do you want to know why?"
Now, that would spike the interest of every three-year-old. Despite her ominous tone, Asher didn't like her serious countenance. It quite wasn't like her at all, leading him to believe that whatever she had to say was important indeed.
He shook his head. "No, mommy."
"I'll tell you then. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful Queen and King. They ruled the werewolf kingdom of Melissa and were beloved by all shifters. They had a grumpy son and a sweet little daughter."
"Theo and Sabrina!" he interrupted excitedly. The Queen chuckled, kissing his forehead.
"Yes, Theo and Sabrina. And they had a little brother on the way. You."
His big blue eyes dilated as she continued. "We had to bring you into the world because you were destined to save a very special prince's life."
"Me, mommy? How?"
"Let me explain it to you, dear. We have a divine mother, the Moon Goddess. She's the mother of all werewolves on the Earth and her primary duty is to mate us all, even before we were even born."
"So that means she'd already known that you and Daddy would get married while you were still babies?"
"Yes, son. She gave me your father as my soul mate. Every shifter in the land has a mate."
"I have a mate?"
The Queen nodded. "A very special mate indeed. And he was very ill, Asher. So sick that his mommy and daddy were already giving up on him."
Asher frowned, for the first time, feeling curious enough about the mysterious illness to ask. "Why didn't they take him to a healer?"
"They did, but she could do nothing. It was bound to happen."
"How."
"You're probably too young to understand," his mother said, shaking her head and looking very mean. "But he was suffering from the sins of his father. His name is Dominic and he is the prince of the kingdom of Agravaria. His father was a ruthless ruler who worked for vampires, selling off his subjects' blood in exchange for money. The Moon Goddess cursed his clan, cutting their lives short except they could find their mates early. Which was a hard thing to do."
Asher nodded. He'd heard about the curse of Agravia so many times from his older brother. The teacher had also mentioned it once in one of her lessons at the Academy. "So I saved Dominic?"
"Yes. His father repented, but it was too late. Dominic, along with every other child born afterward would only live till their sixth year. Then they died if their mates weren't found on time."
"What happens when their mates are found?"
"The healer places the two mates on a special slab in her home. The roof is open and the two children stare up directly at the moon. They're to sleep there for three days and afterward, the ill mate would be well."
"That's cruel." He pouted.
"Not as cruel as the king who caused it. So, back to the story, the kingdom became distressed when Dominic fell ill on his sixth birthday. There was no party, and his mother was crying. His father prayed for long hours to the Moon Goddess to answer his prayers. It took three months before the divine mother relented and revealed to the healer that you were Dominic's mate."
"Your father and I weren't expecting you at all. In fact, we didn't know I was pregnant until the Agravarian delegates got here and relayed their king's message. Your father and I were shocked when our healer confirmed it, and I had to bring you into the world a month early since you were growing so fast in my stomach and Dominic was getting worse."
"And I saved him! Oh, mommy he really suffered."
"Well, his suffering ended immediately you were born. Your dad and I never left that healer's house while you slept beside Dominic for three days. I didn't sleep, watching over the both of you far into the night and early the next morning. Your father and I took turns at it."
Asher's heart swelled with love and adoration for his parents. "Thank you, mommy."
"Thank you, too my darling. Dominic got well after three days and his parents were grateful. You're now mated to Dominic and he'll decide whether he wants you as a mate once you're eighteen and you can shift into your wolf form. I don't think he can reject you, else he'll die. It's a great honor and privilege to be mated to him, and I have no doubt that he'll love, cherish and treat you well. You're soul mates for life and when your bond grows even stronger, he can't live without you."
Asher stared at his mother, puzzled. "But I don't feel any bond, mommy."
The Queen smiled, shaking her head lightly due to the weight of her crown. "You were mated to him right after birth. You're still small and your mind link isn't yet developed like his. I'm sure you'll start feeling and hearing him soon. Be patient, son."
Asher nodded. He seemed to be processing the situation quite well. His mother never lied to him and as far as Asher was concerned, mommy always knows best.
She kept on telling the usual stories after that night and gradually, the years passed by. Asher couldn't feel any bond or mind link and he started wondering if his mother had made it up or was wrong. Maybe the problem was with him. No matter how hard he concentrated, he could feel any voice in his head, and neither could he feel an attraction for any of the hot boys at the Academy. By the time he turned fifteen – the age shifters' telepathic abilities fully developed, it became clear that something was off with him.
His classmates, friends, and siblings were all happily bonded and mated, and the way they described their bonds was completely unfamiliar to him. It got to a point where he became too jealous to even hear them out.
"It's the most beautiful feeling ever, conversing with your mate in your mind," Theo told him one day, smiling creepily into space. Theo was mated to the princess of Giordan – the third kingdom of Jo – and they were getting married in a few months' time. Asher hated how they acted all lovey-dovey in front of him whenever she paid him a visit. "A connection like no other. It's like we know what the other person is thinking before we even say anything to each other. Mind-boggling, isn't it?"
Asher nodded weakly and wished all the more to experience such.
As time went on, to ward off suspicions, he had to start making stuff up. His uncertainty and anxiousness began taking a toll on his mental health and he began failing his tests and being absent-minded in class. The two-hundred-years old wiry wolf employed to tutor the children of royalty had to report about him to the Queen. Asher assured her that everything was fine and that he was just exhausted from schooling activities. She left him alone eventually, not still convinced but implored him to talk to her when he was ready.
Asher hated the silence at the back of his mind. No still voice, no whisper, no shout. Just terse silence. Even when he spent hours meditating, all he could feel was a static connection he vaguely recognized that led somewhere, but his attempt to communicate was futile.
He tried researching the history of the bond but found nothing striking. He knew almost all of what the papers said. Unlike the bonds of others which were easy and uncomplicated, his was not. The age difference between him and Dominic was just six years and wasn't the reason why he could not feel his mate.
"Maybe it would get better when Dominic comes around and I get to meet him for the first time." He concluded.
But when Asher finally met his mate and Alpha a few months later at a ball the kingdom of Melissa held to celebrate Theo's marriage to Esther, Dominic dashed all of his hopes, one horrible step at a time.
Professor Blaine is psychotic. It's there in the ruthless ways he punishes students. It's there in his eyes. In his movements. And years spent observing him has made Azira Sidorov develop a soft spot for the hot, intimidating professor. Blaine has been drawn to Azira ever since the first time he punished her in Grade nine. He loves the way her eyes lit up as his whips and spanks hit her skin. Loved the way she asked for more non-verbally too, jerking her hips backwards. Ever since that first encounter, he's been anticipating for more, but Azira is one student that seldom gets into trouble. Now in her final year, and tired of holding back, Azira is bolder and tries to reel him in by causing trouble so she could be sent to him for punishment. It's her own way of getting close to him. Her own way of making him realize that she can handle whatever depravity he's made of. But Professor Blaine is a cold-hearted beast, and he fears he might hurt Azira with his strange thrills. She should quit him before she ends up broken beyond repair. But she's too far gone. Professor Blaine is an addiction. And he is consuming her whole. NOTE: THIS IS A FOUR-BOOK SERIES: BOOK ONE: THE PROFESSOR WHO LOVES ME. BOOK TWO: THE PRINCIPAL WHO WANTS ME. BOOK THREE: THE BULLY WHO HATES ME. BOOK THREE: THE COACH WHO SAVES ME.
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Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…” As she says the words, her pussy performs the actions until I’m panting into the space between us, shudders wracking my body. “FUCK,” I growl, sparks blinking in front of my vision. “You’re going to get it now, little girl.” All I can do after that is make her lose her mind. That’s the only way to define it. I shove her legs open on the bed and do exactly as I threaten. I rail her like a dog, slamming my cock in and out of her wet blonde cunt. She screams and claws at me, begging me not to stop, rocking her hips up to meet my hectic drives, my grunts loud enough to be heard in the room next door, along with her calls of my name—and in this moment, I want that. I want everyone in this hotel to know I get to fuck this supple nineteen-year-old. I want them to know she primed her pussy for me so it would be extra snug. And I can’t believe my luck. Whether I’m paying or not, I can’t believe she’s allowing my big, hairy body on top of her smooth, tiny one for a single second. That she’s not only spreading her legs for me, but she’s also moaning with pleasure, not put off by my aggression at all. No, it’s making her hot. “Harder, Big Daddy. Punish me.” I’m not sure how I stop myself from ejaculating. Maybe it’s the intense need to stay locked inside her perfection for as long as possible, but somehow, I hold back. Long enough to pull out of Lia and flip her face down, yanking her hips up and back into my lap. I re=enter her with my purpling cock, our flesh slapping madly as I raw dog her from behind, employing not a hint of gentleness. She doesn't want gentleness, either. Not my girl. She tilts her hips back and asks for it harder. Faster.
When her hot, overbearing, but charming boss gets a hold of her diary, and offers to grant her greatest wish for a child, Twenty-two-year-old Felicity Graham is furious, and hesitant. For one, he's her employer. Two, she wonders if he truly loves her, or if his offer is just based on his father's pressure on him to produce a heir. — Cold, reclusive Shawn Colby has hit a dead end. Undeniably Chicago's most eligible bachelor and a well-known business tycoon, he could have anything his heart desired. Women, cars, numerous houses if he wanted. When his overbearing father demands that he settle down and produce an heir, Shawn can't think of anyone else but Felicity — his calm, sweet personal assistant. When he gets hold of Felicity's diary, and finds out that her greatest dream is to have a child of her own, he propositions her. But Felicity is furious, and hesitant. Besides being Shawn's assistant, she's close to his family as well, and is aware of the pressure he's under to bring forth a heir. What happens when a business trip up-turns their lives? Can Shawn prove that he truly loves her for her, pressure aside?
After the mysterious death of her parents, Portia Esmeralda is bullied into a contract marriage by her two elder brothers who once loved her. But things start going pretty downhill when on her wedding day, the groom is nowhere to be seen and the guests are all killed. As well as her evil brothers. In order to end what would become a generational feud, and save her cousin, Portia agrees to marry Callahan Scarfoni - the monster who ruined her day and killed her terrible brothers. Callahan is a man scarred by his past and thirsty for revenge. His sole plan? Finish off the Esmeralda family till no one is left. Just like how they didn't spare his many years ago. But there's just one Esmeralda he just couldn't hurt, no matter what. Portia. She's his to tame. She's his possession, to own and protect.
New York's most eligible bachelor, Norman Rockwell has everything he could ever as for. Wealth, power, an insane amount of women falling at his feet, and peace of mind. But he's lacking something. One thing his heart desires so much. A baby. An heir. One he would leave everything he's worked for when he dies. He's been with so many women, and none are suitable. None have that flourish, that demeanor of being a mother. They're all after his money. After his dick. All except Sasha, his red-headed, smoking-hot, no-nonsense PA. She's the only one who could rein him in. Keep him in control. Make him smile. But she's not new to the array of beautiful women who normally grace his office. Convincing her to be his won't be easy, but he's willing to conquer her heart. No matter what it takes. She must be the mother of his child. He would have no other woman, but her.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
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In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!