Synopsis

As whispers of the war between shifters and witches become stronger, Ava Woods is forced to work with a Lycan Prince to try and keep the peace between their kind.

The attraction between Ava Woods and the handsome Lycan is instant. Soon, the line between what is forbidden and what is right becomes blurred until it completely vanishes into thin air.

But falling for the Lycan isn't the real problem; staying alive as both the Lycans and the Witches try to kill her is.

With four dead witches, a delusional ex-boyfriend, and an enticing Prince whose touch is just as seductive as his lies, can Ava uncover the dark secrets that threaten to ruin everything she loves?

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"Are you mating with someone?"

Stunned, she took a step back, widening the space between them. " Excuse me?"

"Ah…" A sigh left his lips. " Perhaps, I need to rephrase my question. Are you f*cking someone?"

She sucked in a quick breath, not knowing what to say. Anger reared itself in her head, mixing with unexpected desire. Sadly, desire was winning.

He lifted an eyebrow, and in the next instant, he was already standing in front of her body. Her instincts kicked in and she took a couple steps back until her back hit the wall.

The atmosphere froze, filled with something suffocating. The smell of chocolates and almonds rolled between them. Entranced, she thought she smelled the sweetness of the wine but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"I don't think that is any of your business, Mr. Graydon." she made a sound of annoyance.

"Is it not?" His breath fractured, his eyes darkened with desire.

"No." Her lips quivered at her obvious denial. She mustered all the courage she could, hoping he wouldn't smell her arousal. She knew it was for naught.

His fingers lightly brushed her cheeks, then they trailed down her neck, lingering on her collarbone, the contact sent shivers down her spine. It awakened the primal need she had been wanting to hide since they met.

She wanted him.

No.

She needed him, inside her.

Her face flushed at the thought of him taking her, preferably right against these walls.

"You want me," he stated. ""As much as I want you."

Shocked by her own raw and potent yearning, she turned her head away.

"I don't…"

"Shhh…" he silenced her with a finger. Then he inched closer, so close his long lashes brushed against her cheek. Her heart pounded like a drum against her chest, fast and hot in anticipation.

"Now tell me little one… do I need to get rid of someone before I make you beg me to let you come?"

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Snippet chapter 25

"I'm a witch, Matthew." she reminded him.

"And? Do you think that's going to stop me from ripping your clothes off, Ava?"

An image of him ripping her clothes off of her flashed through her mind and it set her insides ablaze.

"You hate witches," she whispered slowly, trying to find a way out.

"Funny how you think my hate can stop me from fxcking one." His voice was deep, filled with strong desire. "You don't even understand it, do you?"

"U— understand what?"

"The things that you do to me. The things that I want to do to you."

She bit her lower lip. This is wrong, she thought. Everything about this is wrong. If she was smart, she would have used her magic and left this place. But she wasn't smart, was she?

Against her better judgment, she asked, "Then tell me."

He moved closer.

She gasped in anticipation, as he allowed his erection to cushion against her lower back. His hard length sending her body into a sharp spasm of need.

She shuddered, her knees turning weak.

"First," he growled. "I will kiss you so hard, you won't even know whose air you are breathing."

Dammit! Her breath hitch.Thrill pulsated inside her body. Overwhelmed with her senses, she closed her eyes. The heady sensation that erupted from his words made her stomach twist and her core wet.

She gulped.

"T—then?"

"Then, my mouth will do naughty, naughty things to you. Things that will make you crawl and beg. Things that will leave you sore for days…"

"That— "

"Shh…" Matthew silenced her mouth with his thumb. He slowly tilted her head back, making her lean against his chest. Then he used his thumb to part her lips as his other hand held her waist. "Patience, love…"

She tried to gulp away the desire that was clouding her mind. She knew she was about to melt into a puddle of lust. Just a little more and she would be begging him to touch her body, to pin her to this car and take her from behind.

She was losing control, she was losing grip of reality.

Her breathing turned shallow when his hand slipped inside her sweater, stroking the bare skin underneath her breasts.

"You got me fucked up, Ava." Matthew said in a low growl. "I wish I could just take you and throw you in my bed. Strip your body like a goddamn present. Fxck your pxssy until your legs are left shaking, until your neighbors know my name."

She opened her lips, subconsciously giving his thumb access into her mouth. A moan escaped her throat.

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WARNING:

This is r18 novel. Please be cautious while reading.

Written by: B.Mitchylle

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EDITED by: S.T. Ahikx

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