Lily Bronte

"We can't," I gasped, even as my body arched into his. "Finnegan, we—"
"Shut up," he growled against my skin, recapturing my lips. This kiss was slower, deeper, weighted with all the words we couldn't say.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. My lips were swollen, and my usually immaculate hair was disheveled. I was trapped between his body and the desk as I knew he was unwilling to let this moment end just yet.
"This changes nothing," I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction.
He smiled against my temple, a cold, knowing smile. "It changes everything, Ophelia. You just don't know it yet."
Ophelia tried every way to keep her distance from her boss as well as her ex-boyfriend while keeping her daughter a secret from him. Finnegan Shaw, being Ophelia's mysterious husband, had fallen in love again with Ophelia while refusing to let her off so easily after her betrayal six years ago.
When they face their true feelings, how would they choose? What awaits them is a wonderful yet unknown journey back to love.

"On your knees," Lucius said, his voice a quiet command.
Samuel's cock was in front of me now, flushed and leaking at the tip. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling its heat, the way it twitched under my touch. I stroked him once, twice, then leaned forward and took him into my mouth. He groaned, his hips jerking as I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the bitter-salt of him.
Behind me, Edward knelt, his hands spreading my thighs wider. I felt the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance, slick with my own wetness, and then he pushed in—slowly at first, letting me feel every inch as he filled me.
I'm Katherine, a unique being with werewolf, vampire, witch, and elf bloodlines. It's a burden and a blessing, one that sets me apart from the rest of the world.​
The Alpha triplets — Samuel, Edward, and Lucius — strong, captivating, and undeniably linked to me — are my fated mates. From the moment our paths crossed, I felt a connection that defied explanation. I'm their protector. There are forces out there, dark and menacing, that would stop at nothing to harm them, and it's my solemn duty to keep them safe.​
However, their feelings seem to go beyond the simple bond of mates.
Will I be brave enough to face the unknown and follow my heart, or will I let fear and doubt consume me?

[Where is Bryce?] I signed.
Serena's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Looking for your husband?" She tilted the phone away from her face, panning across the rumpled sheets until the camera revealed Bryce.
He was naked, sprawled across the king-sized bed, fast asleep. One arm stretched beneath Serena's neck, the other hand rested possessively on her bare breast.
"He's exhausted," Serena whispered, the camera returning to her smirking face. "We've been at it for hours. Did you know he calls my name when he comes? Has he ever done that with you?"
Evelyn lost her voice due to an accident in her childhood, which made her the mute wife when married to Bryce Finch. After three years of marriage, her husband ignored her, her mother-in-law despised her, and her husband's lover humiliated her. On her birthday, Evelyn recorded the evidence of her husband's infidelity and decided to leave this marriage. Just then, she discovered that she was pregnant. What’s more, she found that there were still many secrets about herself that remained unsolved... Thus, she began her counterattack.

"You want my forgiveness?" I asked, my voice dropping to a dangerous timbre.
Before she could answer, I moved closer, suddenly looming over her, my face inches from hers. Her breath caught, her lips parting in surprise.
"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," I murmured, nipping her lower lip before claiming her mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as she responded, her initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.
Eleanor's breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping her throat as I explored her body. My touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from her that I felt reverberating through my own body.
Her nightgown had ridden up, my hands discovering more of her with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...
Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.
Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...