LM Jacobs

“Did I not make you a promise?”
King Evander asked, ripping her dress off, leaving it hanging around her waist, exposing her full breast.

“I was going to make you my queen, but you are begging to be my bed slave instead,” he said angrily, grabbing a hand full of breasts, squeezing hard, making her flinch.

WARNING This story will contain Strong Sexual Content, and Scenes that may be triggering, Viewer discretion is advised.

Blake’s arms and legs were wrapped around Xander, passionately holding on to him as if her life depended on it.
Their bodies exploded at the same time. Xander kept himself inside of her, looking into her eyes.
“I Blake Langston, reject you Xander White as my fated mate,” Blake rejected him in a soft tone, looking into his eyes, with him still in her womanhood.
“I Xander White, don’t accept your rejection,” Xander responded wiping hair out of the side of her face before pinning her one hand down next to her and starting to thrust back and forth into her again as he started to feel his heartbreak.

Blake mistakes Xander for her boyfriend, Jnr, and they hit it off. After the deed, she runs into Jnr. Blake un-mates with Xander and goes on a drinking spree where she runs into the hybrid twins that have their way with her.

They might be the wealthiest pack after the royal pack but they have the extreme misfortune of their offspring being wolfless, generation after generation forcing them to pay off other packs for their Luna-blood daughters.

“Is this the Senior class?” a pretty teenage girl popped her head into the class, with bright blue eyes, a pearly white smile, and a dashing mob of blond hair.
Dario rolled his eyes. “Yes, Shysie, you guys are late,” he said, annoyed. Dario hoped that the group of Vampires that are in hiding with him would have kept a low profile and behave themselves until the air was cleared with the Higher Council.
A group of 3 students stumbled into the classroom laughing. Ann’s eyes met one, and she started to get a glimpse of flashbacks. She shifted uncomfortably under his eyes, blushing a bit, not sure about the images in her head. She forced her eyes down onto her table. Paris smiled slightly as he knew that Ann was getting flashbacks of a heated session. Even though they did not go all the way, he saw her life when he was drinking her blood from her inner thigh. That night was the wildest she has ever been with a guy. When he drove her home Saturday morning, he compelled her to forget everything and sleep the weekend off. He compelled her to only remember everything when she was near him.

The rogues cornered you, their scent tempted you. The first of them shifted back to his human form, with a ripped, muscled body. You follow his lead and shifted back into your human form, offering them your beautiful body on a silver platter, ready to be devoured, no longer having the will to fight the heat.He walked over to you and hungrily pulled your body against his. His erection pressed against your skin. The rest of the rogues shifted into their human form, one looking better than the other. You wanted them all. Their hands and mouths were all over your naked body, licking, touching, grabbing. With one of their faces between your legs, you caught a delicious scent. 'My fated mate is among them,' you thought and opened your eyes.Your eyes met a rogue who was still in his wolf form. He must have just joined. 'MATE,' you felt it rip through your soul as your eyes met his wolf's eyes. He growled and the one light in the dark alley flickered before it popped. The men who were devouring your body let you go as if your skin were burning them. They shifted back to their wolf forms, their heads low, before running away, leaving you alone with the rogue that had just scared them off, your fated mate.‘I am fated to a rogue?’ you asked, unable to speak. Your body needed him to take you as if the other men prepared you just for him.He changed into his human form, but you couldn't really see his face because it was too dark. The moment his body touched yours, you knew no matter what, there would be no parting from him.“Mine,” his husky voice said in your ear...

Henriette hadn’t planned on inheriting a castle, least of all one that looked like something out of a forgotten horror movie. The first time she saw it, her only thought was, What a dump. But after losing everything in a rushed marriage and an even faster divorce, she didn’t exactly have options.
The castle smelled like damp stone and regret. Still, she figured if she was going to fix anything first, it had to be the bathroom. That felt like a woman’s instinct — get the one place clean where you could wash the past off.
The only thing she didn’t rip out was the bathtub. A big, worn clawfoot thing that looked like it had survived wars.
That night, Henriette filled the tub with steaming water and slid in. She closed her eyes and tried not to think of him, his smirk, his lies, the way he made her feel.
She sighed and dunked her whole head underwater. She held her breath and imagined staying down there, letting the water press the pain out of her chest. She wished it could take her away, somewhere else. Anywhere.
When she finally came up for air, it was... different. The newly renovated bathroom was different; everything was back to before her revamp, just neat.
Women moved around her like she was someone important. One washed her hair, another dabbed something that smelled like flowers.
Henriette just stared. Her brain couldn’t catch up. Maybe she’d fallen asleep.
By the time she found her voice, someone was already lacing her into a gown.
A long aisle stretched out ahead of her. A man, waiting at the end.
And before she could ask a single question, she realized she was about to be married.

To who?
To what?
She had no idea.