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Craving Forbidden Pleasures

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Alert : Highly explicit sexual / adult Content. This is the steamiest erotic story compilation that will get you squirming on your seats and in your bed. Here's an extract from The Alpha's Betas: The Alpha was on heat and this was something she could not endure alone. So she called for her Betas. The door opened without warning. Her Betas had scented it long before she called. Kade entered first, his chest bare, scars gleaming in the torchlight. His nostrils flared, eyes black with wolf. He looked like he was barely holding back from tearing her clothes away with his teeth. Lucian followed, lean and dangerous, his silver eyes glinting with a hunger that was slower, more patient, but just as lethal. They both stopped at the threshold, drinking in the sight of her-naked, sweating, trembling, her thighs slick with need. "Alpha," Lucian murmured, his voice low, reverent, mocking all at once. "You burn." Selene bared her teeth. "Don't stand there. Come here." They obeyed instantly. Kade crossed the room in three strides, grabbing her by the waist and hauling her up against his chest. His mouth crashed onto hers, bruising, brutal, all teeth and tongue. Selene moaned into it, clawing at his back, grinding against the hard line pressing into her belly. Lucian slid in behind her, hands smooth over her hips, lips dragging across her shoulder as though marking territory with every kiss. The scent of them-sweat, musk, wolf-filled her lungs until she was dizzy. Her wolf howled inside her, demanding she take them both, make them hers in the most savage way. She shoved Kade back onto the bed, climbing astride him before he could even speak. His cock was thick, already slick at the tip, and she didn't bother with teasing. She lined herself up and sank down in one brutal motion, gasping as she stretched wide around him. Kade roared, his hands gripping her thighs, driving up into her with the force of a man starved. Lucian didn't wait. He knelt behind her, his tongue sliding along the crack of her ass, teasing, taunting. Selene's cry broke, body jerking at the double assault. Kade fucked her from below, every thrust deep and punishing, while Lucian licked and kissed her most forbidden places until she was shaking. "Take them," her wolf snarled inside her. "Take everything." She leaned forward, slamming her mouth onto Kade's again, tasting blood where his teeth had cut her lip. Behind her, Lucian's fingers pressed inside, slick and insistent, stretching her until she whimpered. The heat was unbearable, drowning, consuming. She needed more. She needed everything. "Now," she growled, breaking the kiss, her eyes blazing silver. "Both. Now." Kade's eyes widened, dark and wild. "Alpha-" "Do it," she snapped. "Obey me." Lucian's chuckle was low, wicked. "With pleasure." He rose, pressing against her from behind, the thick head of his cock nudging against her tight entrance. Selene's body screamed with need, stretching for him, demanding it. She grabbed Kade's chest, bracing herself as Lucian pushed forward, slow at first, then harder, until with a shuddering cry she took him inside. The world shattered. Two cocks filled her at once, stretching her, owning her, claiming her in a way that was savage and absolute ****** "You're mine," he whispered, his mouth tracing fire down her neck. "And I'll prove it until you can't remember what it felt like to be untouched." Her protest died in a gasp as he pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers into her in one smooth motion. Her hips bucked helplessly, clutching at him even as she whispered, "Stop, stop-" But she didn't push him away. She pulled him closer. "That's it," he said, his thumb circling her clit, his pace merciless. "Let me hear the truth." Her moans filled the room, drowning out the TV, the world beyond. The orgasm ripped through her before she was ready, leaving her sobbing into his shoulder, clinging to him as though he were the only solid thing in existence. But he wasn't done. He squeezed her throat, just enough to make her choke on her next breath. "Say it." Her body convulsed as anothher orgasm tore through her, violent and uncontrollable. The words spilled out with her scream. "I'm your slut!" His grin was feral, triumphant. "Good girl." He flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up, slamming back into her soaked pussy from behind. Her face pressed into the cushions, muffling her cries as he pounded into her. "You'll never forget this," he growled, pulling her hair so her head snapped back. "Every time you sit at that desk, every time you look your coworkers in the eye, you'll remember me fucking you like this. You'll remember what you are." Her body shook with another climax, juices spilling down her thighs, soaking the couch. She sobbed into the cushions, too wrecked to resist, too consumed to deny. She couldn't deny it anymore, God help her, but she was addicted to this demon of lust of hers.

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Chapter 1 Title: Twice Taken. 1. The Brother I Should Have Chosen

Elena's POV

The front door clicked, and my stomach twisted-not with fear, but with something far more dangerous.

Julian was back.

I hadn't seen him in five years. Not since my wedding. My wedding-to his younger brother, Max. The same wedding where Julian, already half-drunk and devastatingly handsome in a black tailored suit, had pulled me into a shadowed hallway and whispered, "You sure about this, sweetheart? You still have time to run",

I hadn't run. I married Max. Safe, steady Max. For five years, I'd been the perfect wife-smiling at charity galas, hosting dinners, pretending the magnetic tension between me and Julian was nothing more than a memory.

I had married Max because it felt safe to do so. Getting entangled with the dangerous and unpredictable Julian might get my heart broken, or at least that was what I thought. He was the black sheep of the family. A playboy from all appearances but irresistibly hot and charming. I had felt safe but secretly lonely for these five long years, praying that I overcome my attraction to Julian.

But now he was here. Living in our guesthouse for the next month while his Manhattan penthouse underwent renovations.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress and caught my reflection in the hallway mirror. Max was at work. It was just me-and Julian. And the silence between us crackled like lightning.

"Still staring at yourself, huh?" came the low, velvet voice behind me.

I turned. Slowly.

Julian Hart.

Taller than I remembered. The same rakish smirk that had once made my knees weak. Broad shoulders in a fitted charcoal coat, sleeves pushed to his forearms as if he owned the room-because he always had. His dark hair fell perfectly messy, and the scent of leather, smoke, and something undeniably masculine hit me like a drug.

"Do you approve?" he asked and I could not pretend I didn't know what he was talking about. Not when he had caught me staring blatantly at him, his abs and oh, his tiny waist.

"You're early," I said instead, attempting composure. My voice betrayed me-too tight, too needy.

"Missed you," he said casually. "Missed this place. And my favorite sister-in-law, of course."

"I'm your only sister-in-law," I corrected, narrowing my eyes.

"Exactly," he said, stepping closer. Heat radiated from him, threatening to consume me.

I swallowed and stepped back-but Julian followed. He always followed. My retreat was an invitation.

We stopped only when we were toe-to-toe. His eyes dropped to my lips, lingered, then lifted to mine.

"You look even better than I remembered," he murmured, his voice smoky and low.

"You should stop," I whispered, breath hitching. "Max-"

"Isn't here," he said. "And you didn't tell me to stop at the wedding either."

My cheeks burned. That hallway. That kiss we never spoke of. That damn kiss. It always came back to it.

"I was scared," I said, barely audible.

"So was I. Scared of how badly I wanted what wasn't mine," he confessed, leaning in so his breath brushed my ear.

A small sound escaped me-not quite a gasp, not quite a plea. My knees trembled.

His fingers grazed my waist. I froze-not from resistance, but anticipation.

"I thought five years would kill this thing," he said. "But the second I saw you, I knew it hadn't died. Just gone dormant."

"You can't," I whispered. "Julian, we can't." My heart thudded in my chest.

He smiled, slow and wicked. "Can't? Or won't?"

I should've pushed him away. I should've reminded him I was his brother's wife. But when his mouth finally brushed mine, my hands didn't resist-they clutched his shirt and pulled him closer.

The kiss was fire.

Not soft, not sweet-it was five years of unspoken desire, of lying in bed beside Max imagining Julian's hands, lips, tongue...

His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head deeper. The other gripped my hip, pressing me flush against him. I moaned. I was already trembling with want.

"Say it," he growled against my mouth. "Tell me you missed me."

"I missed you. Every damn day," I whispered.

He kissed me again, rougher this time, his thigh pressing against mine. My dress hiked up as I pressed into him, chasing friction like an addict.

Then he pulled away. And all at once I felt bereft.

"You're not ready to be fucked by me, Elena. Not yet. But soon," he said darkly.

"Julian-" I breathed, disappointment gnawing at me.

"Tonight," he said. "Dinner. Just us. Wear something you've never worn for Max."

And then he left, leaving me flushed, trembling, and wanting.

I hated him. I was sure I did. I hated the way he made me feel. He made me feel like a whore. A woman who had no control over her emotions and desires. But I also loved him. LOVE? I didn't know what the feeling was that I had for Julian but it was definitely a very strong one. It made me lose control. My body seem to dance to His every tune.

I don't want to feel this way. I was married for goodness sake. I didn't want to feel that I made a mistake in my choice of a husband but it continues to feel that way right from the very start.

Am I a bad girl? Why do I crave the wrong brother?

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